21-02-2026, 04:00 AM
Arun had been living in USA for a long time. We were old friends, together since the 6th grade. He left to study in Dallas back in 1994. Got married to an African American woman and settled down there. Later they divorced (no kids) and after some 18 years of living abroad, Arun had this longing to return to his homeland again. So he sent me an email that he would be coming back and staying with us. Arun's own parents were dead long before he left for USA and for as long as I had known him, he had lived with his Aunt and Uncle. He had always had problems with his uncle and on returning, would rather have stayed in a hotel than with his uncle. Naturally, he would visit his aunt often but for around a month’s stay in India, he wanted to live in my house, where the three of us: I, my wife and kid (a son aged 6) were living. Of course, I was only too glad to be able to play host to my best buddy.
I had got married to Sweetie back in 1997; a love marriage. Sweetie is now 37, the same age as I am. She is what you might call a very sensuous woman. While eye catching when young, it seems age has actually accentuated her sexuality. She was slim to the extent of being thin when I married her: a mere 101 pounds on a 5 ft 4 inch frame, pleasant features, beautiful complexion heightened by the presence of two black moles almost artistically placed, one on her chin and the other on the neckline, just above her cleavage (she still makes me crazy when she wears a shirt with a low neckline). Now, after some 12 years of marriage and childbirth, she seems to have put on weight on just the right spots. Her 130 pounds now include ample flesh on her once flat ass, her 36 size boobs look much heavier thanks to the additional flesh round her bosom, and just a bit of fat on the once flat tummy (which she just detests but I find even that to be sexy in its own way). She also thinks her hips jut out too much but I just love the way they appear especially when she wears a jeans and makes men stare at her ass. Yes, I think I've always been a bit of a voyeur and though it initially made me feel guilty, I really feel horny when I see other men check out my wife's ample figure. But that was as far as it went, and I never actually had fantasies involving my wife with other men. Not until, of course, what happened after Arun came to stay with us for a month.
The incident I am recounting happened last year in 2008. It is only now that I’ve finally managed to convince myself fully (at a conscious level) that what occurred during those 30 days actually transpired and was not just a fragment of my imagination, a dream from my wildest fantasies; that “normal†people like me, Sweetie and Arun can actually be involved in something as wild and irresponsible as this.
First, let me tell you a bit more about my relationship with Arun, as well as Sweetie, because I think that will help you a long way in understanding how the events took shape as they did. Arun and I were always the closest of buddies. The kind who grow up going to college together and doing all the boys’ stuff, like discussing sex and watching porn. While I was shy as a kid, Arun was always outgoing, talkative and open to the point of being shocking to people at times, a trait that used to get him into trouble when he was a kid. We are also very different in physical features: I’m of average height and slender frame with soft good looks, while he is tall, broad and not quite good looking in the traditional, movie star sense, but quite manly.
Arun helped break my reserve in a lot of ways. When we were big enough to be allowed our privacy, the first night he stayed at my house, we watched porn on a rented VCD player . Once the hot scenes started he surprised me by taking off the shorts he had borrowed from me for the night (the only piece of clothing he had on), and starting to masturbate right in front of me. As I looked incredulously at him lying naked right beside me, he asked me, will you just keep staring at my cock or do something with your own too? A little embarrassed I laughed and lowered down my boxer to access my own erect cock.
Don't behave with like a shy bride at her first night, he scolded me, take it right off, and the vest as well; you're wearing too many clothes for watching porn.
He had me naked in less than a minute. While a little shy, I also felt very excited getting naked so close to another person for the first time in my life, even if he was another guy. When I adjusted myself back on my pillow and reached out for my cock again he took my hand and placed it firmly on his own cock, then with his other hand, grabbed hold of my cock and started pumping it slowly. To this day I cannot remember having experienced anything more pleasurable than that hand job he gave me. It was the first a hand other than my own had given me such pleasure.
After that we did it to each other a number of times. Sometimes while watching porn, on other occasions, just because we would be feeling horny. I dont know if that makes us bisexual. I dont think so as we never indulged in anything more like kissing or fucking each other. Though we did try a 69 once but found we had no talent for it as both could feel each others' teeth rubbing on the delicate skin of our cocks. Yes, Arun did suggest once that I let him fuck me in the ass but I was much too afraid of the pain it might cause; also, to be honest, I was more than a little wary of the fact that it would give him a psychological advantage over me and he would tease me later by calling me a gandoo (a subordinate gay). I was at that age where this kind of thing could mean a lot between peers. Though later on, I used to fantasize about that possibility a lot of times. I dont know about others guys but I have always wondered what it would feel like to have a cock inside your guts, moving in and out of your asshole.
After he settled down in USA and got married to a black American girl, some 5 years his senior, he used to send me pictures of his wife: first, ordinary pictures, fully dressed up; then a few in bikini, at the beach, in the company of some other friends, and then finally, one with her wearing only a G-string and nothing else. A few days after sending that picture, he sent me a mail again asking, Did you masturbate? That is the kind of person Arun is. Now for my wife Sweetie. Apart from the occasional tiffs, we have had a very satisfying married life in all respects including sex. Once she got over her initial inhibitions concerning sex, we started having a great time in bed, and even experimented a little like trying different positions (I particularly love the “doggie style”), though her favorite is still the traditional one: she lies on her back and I’m on top. We watched porn together during the first two years and tried oral sex, and even anal fucking, but only once. Once I had greased her ass hole with glycerine and penetrated half way thru, she asked me to pull out saying it felt too big. I think she was just afraid some permanent damage might occur to the tissues or something like that. Anyway, like a good husband I accepted her right not to indulge in an activity she didn’t feel comfortable with.
While she was always of a fairly liberal disposition all along, she opened up further under my encouragement in terms of her dress. In summers she started wearing sleeveless shirts much more frequently; also, her shirts assumed a much tighter fit giving a beautiful outline of her figure; her necklines also became more daring; she developed a taste for short trousers and even half trousers on occasions when the context was suitable for that kind of thing, like a really high class, posh restaurant. She occasionally wears saris on weddings, but most of all, she looks really sexy when she wears tight, hip-hugging jeans with t-shirts. As I’ve already mentioned, I do get some kind of a kick when I see other men noticing my wife and paying close attention to her boobs, hips and bare ankles.
Arun returned to his country after almost 14 years looking a lot older, having put on a lot more weight that looked good on him, and a receding hair line but far from being bald. Overall, I would say he looked quite handsome. As was his style, he took little time in getting on with Sweetie and by the time we sat down for dinner that evening. I noticed clearly that he was observing Sweetie closely from head to toe. That being the month of August, still quite hot in this part of country, she was wearing a sleeveless white, printed shirt with matching trousers that finished just above the ankles. The fabric was very light and one didn’t have to try hard to notice the white bra she had on underneath (I wanted her to wear a black one but she said it would be a bit too noticeable); it was quite visible from the straps to the pointed cups that jutted out proudly beneath the shirt.
Our son had his own room by now. Beside our room there was a spare bedroom in the house which was just used more or less as a store room. We had cleaned and prepared it for Arun. Our own bedroom, larger of the two, is towards one end of the house. Linked to it by a side door is a small room which belongs to our son. It also has a front door that opens, like our own room, into the lounge. As one walks thru the lounge the kitchen falls to the left after which, still to the left, comes the room where Arun was staying. On the right falls a guest room, not commonly used, and then a small verandah (a little more than a balcony), looking down on to the street (ours is the first floor). On hot summer nights that verandah becomes our favorite place where Sweetie & I – once our son has gone to sleep, usually like to spend quality time together before retiring for bed, usually having tea or occasionally a cup of coffee when its not too hot. This explanation of the structure is important to help you visualize what transpired later on.
Even after over 10 years of marriage, one of the most erotic sights for me is to see Sweetie wear sexy lingerie. Guess I’ve always had a fetish for lingerie. Over the years I’ve bought her a number of night gowns, slips, negligees, bra and panty sets, and G-strings etc. Late in the night when we have our cup of tea on the verandah, Sweetie always puts on something sexy. We recline on our chairs on the verandah, lights turned off so no one from the street or another house could see what Sweetie is wearing, and gently sip our tea. Since the verandah opens towards the back street and also because its dark, there’s hardly any chance of someone observing Sweetie in her sexy underwear. Our son’s asleep and even if he wakes up, Sweetie always keeps a gown ready to put on hurriedly if he does. Still, when it’s a moonlit night, someone watching very intently from the window of a nearby house, or someone passing down the street and looking up, could make out more than just a silhouette of Sweetie. He could probably make out that this woman is not fully dressed: a probability which, howsoever remote, does evoke the voyeur instinct in me and makes me excited. Sometimes, Initially I went so far as to dare her to take off her bra altogether and sit there, drinking tea with me, topless. She agreed after some hesitation and, after a while, began to enjoy the thrill herself. As a next step, she went as far to sit there just in her panties, that gown ready at hand to be put on lest our son would awaken. Once I almost spilled a cup of hot tea on myself trying to get a feel of her breasts! But she was enjoying the whole “adventure “ as much as I did, because I could feel her nipples hardening as she would sit there, all but naked beside her husband on a potentially visible place. Sometimes she would place her feet on my lap and gently rub my hard cock inside my pj’s or shorts.
Later, we started experimenting further. I would sit on the verandah, ask her to take off her night gown and bra (if she were wearing one that is), and tell her to go to the kitchen and make tea for both of us. It just felt so good seeing her move around with her tits bouncing in front, wearing nothing but her panties. The final thrill was to convince her to even take off that last garment and move to and fro the kitchen butt naked. This she had agreed to and started doing just a week or two before Arun’s arrival. Initially she would always take her gown with her to cover herself in case of any eventuality, but the last time couple of times, after quite a bit of persuasion, I had managed to convince her not to take it with her as she went to the kitchen. “After all,” I reasoned with her, “even if he (our son) wakes up, he is big enough to go to the bathroom himself (which is an attached bath in his room), and if he wants a glass of water or something, there is a mini refrigerator in his room. Besides, from the angle I’m sitting, I can clearly make out if he switches on the light of his own room or our bedroom, and if he comes out into the lounge I’ll move quickly and intercept him before he could reach the kitchen.”
That was all well and good. But now, on the night that Arun arrived to stay with us, the question I was trying to answer was: “will we have to stop our little game till the time Arun stayed with us?”(Sorry guys, I know its very slow going on my part but there's been immense workload during the last two days. This is all I've managed but I really hope to complete a lot more tomorrow )
The first night Arun retired to bed quite late. It was a Saturday anyway and none of us were in a hurry to go to sleep. Our son had gone to bed long ago and it was around a quarter past one that we went to our favorite spot in the house for our customary cup of tea.Sweetie was wearing a rather conservative night gown made of cotton that covered her well. When we were finally reclining on our chairs and I had put my feet up on the railing, she got up to make a cup of tea.
“Take it off” I said almost lightly.
“What! Are you out of your mind?” she replied, looking quite surprised.
“Why” I said, “what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?! We have a guest in our house, that’s what’s wrong.” She said.
“Who is probably sleeping like a log at this moment, dead tired as he must be after his long flight” I replied, trying to sound quite unconcerned. The truth was, Arun was probably having a hard time going to sleep, suffering from a change in time zones, and I was far from unconcerned; quite excited actually at the prospect of Sweetie taking her clothes off in the presence of a guest inside the house.
To cut it short, she agreed after some resistance that she would take off the gown (and not the undergarments she was wearing) after she had passed by the room where Arun was sleeping, and on her way back from the kitchen she would put on the gown again and remove it once she was safely back in the verandah with me. If Arun were to wake up and make his way to the verandah, we would have sufficient warning as we were so near his room that we couldn’t miss the noise that his door would make while opening – its hinges needed oiling!
That first night passed without incident though Sweetie remained uneasy throughout the time she was sitting in the verandah in her bra and panties. The next day, a Sunday, was spent talking about old times with me and Arun recounting various incidents and adventures we had together. In between he also mentioned the times when we used to watch porn together. Knowing what a big mouth Arun could be, my heart skipped a beat as I thought he was about to mention the fact that we used to give each other a hand job as well, but he didn’t.
The next night followed pretty much the same pattern on the verandah except that towards the end I managed to convince Sweetie to take off her bra as well. The fact that another man was present in the house less than 20 feet from us (even if he was behind a wall) while my wife sat almost naked, was really giving me the kicks. I think it was working on Sweetie too because as we made love that night I noticed how wet she was, though she never said anything to that effect.
The next day I went for work while Arun, much later, left the house to go and meet some old relatives and acquaintances in the city. He returned late night and said he’d already had his supper. That night the first incident occurred that led to a seemingly uncontrollable chain of events afterwards.
Feeling very horny after a bit of touching and petting on the verandah, I convinced Sweetie to go the kitchen absolutely naked. With no disturbance from Arun for two consecutive nights she was getting bolder as well. So it was decided that she would take off the night gown she was wearing as well as the under clothes, take the gown in her hand but pass by Arun’s room in the nude, make the tea and bring it back in the nude again, with the gown hanging on her harm.
I watched her naked butt with delight as she walked out of the verandah and made her way to the kitchen.
Hardly a couple of minutes had passed when I heard the door to Arun’s room opening. My heart jumped at the sound. What was he going to do? There were two possibilities: he was either not able to go to sleep and as a result might just come to the verandah for a while, or he was thirsty and wanted to go the kitchen and get a glass of water from the refrigerator. The first possibility wasn’t too problematic because Sweetie would most probably hear our voices before entering the verandah and put on her gown. But if he was going to the kitchen…….!!? Believe me, fantasizing about something is one thing but coming face to face with a situation where your fantasy could come true, quite another. When the door to the verandah did not open in the next 3-4 seconds I should have got up from my chair and intercepted him before he could reach the kitchen. But I was frozen….., glued to my chair…., not able to move. Did I want it to happen? What did I want…., I didn’t know. All I knew was that my heart was beating with a ferocious intensity and I felt on the verge of being sick. And I had started sweating as if I had just finished doing a sprint. My mind was scanning possibilities at a speed which I never thought it was capable of. Was I about to hear a scream by Sweetie? Would Arun take advantage of her situation…, grab her…, touch her…, try and kiss her even? Would she be able to hear him coming and slip into her gown in time? All these questions flashed thru my mind in a matter of a few seconds.
For what really happened, I’ll have to rely on Sweetie’s (and later Arun’s) account, and re-create it as best as possible as of course I wasn’t there. As it turned out, Arun was indeed feeling thirsty and proceeded to the kitchen for a glass of water; the same kitchen where stood my wife, with not a stitch on her. To make things worse for her, going against the plan, she didn’t even carry the gown with her to the kitchen as she thought it was too much of a hassle making tea while trying to manage the gown as well. She did contemplate putting it on inside the kitchen while making the tea, but decided that it would be akin to “cheating” in our little game, because the deal was that she should be in the nude while making the tea. So she just left it on the back of a chair in the lounge, planning to bring it over to the verandah when she returned with the tea. Therefore, when Arun approached the kitchen, she had practically nothing to cover herself with. She didn’t get to hear his footsteps as he was wearing rubber sole slippers. As he entered the kitchen he was met with an absolutely unexpected sight. Her back was to him as she was busy boiling the water and arranging the cups etc. So Arun was presented with a mouth watering view of my wife’s ample ass in the dim but adequate enough light of the energy saver bulb we use in the kitchen. According to what he told me later, he might have returned quietly but he was so shocked, so totally overawed by the sight of my beautiful, naked wife that he was frozen, just like I was on the verandah. For a moment, he even thought this wasn’t Sweetie but some other woman, so preposterous was the idea of finding her naked in the kitchen. Before he could come around to his senses and decide what to do, Sweetie turned around.Sweetie didn’t exactly scream…, well, she did, but not loud enough to be heard in the verandah. The next thing she did was what perhaps would have been the most natural reaction for any woman in her situation: she used her hand which had instinctively gone to her open mouth first in a gesture of shock, to cover her most vital part between her two legs but not before Arun had seen the beautiful black bush of hair that grows on and around her pussy (she trims her bush but doesn’t shave as that’s the way I like it). With the other arm she covered her tits as best as she could. What a sight it must have been: my naked wife standing in front of my best buddy, trying desperately to cover her nudity with her hands!
Had I been in Arun’s place I probably would have run out of the kitchen at that moment, considering the difficult situation he was in. But as you may have guessed by now, Arun is made of some other stuff. He told me later that he did think of doing that but, on second thought, said to himself, “what the heck! Its not as if I’m responsible for this situation. So I may as well enjoy it while I can.”
He stood there and acted as shocked as my wife was. First he tried to apologize but came out sounding pathetic, then he tried to explain that he wanted a glass of water, all the while making sure he got a good look…., that’s the kind of rascal he is! Sweetie, once she realized (all it took was 5-6 seconds) this guy was not going to leave and bring an end to her embarrassment, at last took a decision and asked him to switch off the light. She couldn’t do it herself as he was standing near the switch board.He was decent enough to do that (but not before he had taken one more quick look at the naked spectacle in front of him). It was almost pitch dark once the lights were off. Sweetie, in her hurry to get out of that utterly embarrassing situation, did a mistake. She did not wait for her eyes to adjust to the darkness (I don’t blame her actually) and tried almost to make a dash for her room by saying “excuse me” to Arun who was standing on the door way. Now, Arun had also not quite adjusted himself to the dark yet but he did try and move away as much as possible. But Sweetie hadn’t given him (or herself) enough time and in her hurry to pass thru and avoid making contact with Arun at the same time, struck her foot (she was wearing a light slipper; the only thing she was wearing apart from her earrings and wedding ring!) to one out of two old but solid wooden chairs we keep there to sometimes have our tea or coffee mostly in the winters when we can enjoy the warmth of the kitchen. It was a bad hit that made her cry out in pain, and worse, almost fall over Arun, which, in a way, was a blessing for her otherwise she would have tripped and fallen on the floor and could have been badly hurt. On the other hand, that actually led her to almost crash into Arun, naked boobs and all. Arun was himself only wearing boxer shorts. I can only imagine how he would have felt, receiving my naked wife in his arms, her tits almost crushing onto his chest or arm (he told me it was both: that first he felt her tits brushing against her arm and crushing onto his chest…., the bastard!).
As a perfect excuse to help her, his hands came around on her back to hold her and prevent her from falling, and very deliberately (so he admitted to me) he managed to lay a hand on her butt for a full second.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, yes” Sweetie said, extricating her naked self from this half naked man, and went limping, to her room as quickly as possible. Arun said he followed her out of the kitchen and as she opened the door to our bedroom, got an enticing glance of her beautiful ass, thanks to the fact that we had kept our bedroom light switched on.
I won’t bore you with the details and dialogues that took place immediately after this (first) incident as it would only be an anticlimax. To keep it short, Arun found me first on the verandah and just asked me to meet him in his room. I was so unnerved that I couldn’t even ask him why? Sweetie put on a cotton night dress and, to her credit, was still calm enough to bring our tea. She told me what had happened in as matter of fact a manner as possible, but I think she was just sub-consciously trying to reduce her embarrassment. Her breathing wasn’t quite normal and she hardly took a couple of sips from her cup. I told her Arun wanted to see me and probably wanted to apologize for what happened (though I knew fully well that an apology was the last thing I was going to get from that rascal). She said that there was no need to apologize as it wasn’t his fault. With that she picked up the cups and said she was going to the bedroom. I was really upset. I couldn’t tell if she was mad at me because it was, after all, at my persuasion that she had taken the risk. I felt a strange mixture of emotions: fear, excitement, guilt, embarrassment……!
Once Sweetie had departed for the bedroom I opened the door to Arun’s room and went inside. He was sitting in his bed, propped up by pillows, reading something. I sat down on the bed with a sheepish smile on my face and, putting the book down, he said, “what are you up to, letting your sexy wife run naked in the house?”
I explained the whole thing about our little games and he gave me a good account of what had just happened inside the kitchen. He spared no detail and was quite frank in describing how Sweetie tried to cover her bush and her tits with her hands, and then how he felt her tits brushing against his arm and then crashing onto his chest. As he described the incident, my cock came to full attention and I fidgeted a little, hoping to hide my erection from him (I was wearing a usual cotton night suit with pajamas and the shirt’s length just barely finished above the crotch). He asked me if Sweetie would be too upset to let him stay in the house after this, and I told him there was no such issue and in fact Sweetie was not even blaming him.
“The best part” he said, smiling “was when I held her and had the chance to hold her buttock. Wow, what a beautiful butt. You’ve got a sexy one there. Hope you fuck her well.”
“You harami (bastard)” I said, mockingly hitting him in the chest with my hand.
“Acha acha (Ok ok), stop acting like you didn’t enjoy the whole thing yourself” he said.
“Shut up” I told him.
“Nonsense. Why would a man let his wife roam naked in the house when he knows a guest is staying if he didn’t enjoy the thrill of her getting caught? Besides,” he said, “we’re even stevens now…, after all, you’ve seen my wife’s boobs.”
“Ex-wife.” I reminded him, “and that too, in a picture only. I never got to touch her butt or feel her boobs.”
“Jealous!” he laughed out loud, then with a more serious face, asked, “by the way, talking of pictures, do you keep dirty pictures of your wife?”
There was no use denying. Of course I did. Ever since mobile cams and digital cameras had come in, I had created quite a collection of Sweetie’s pics in nude and semi-nude poses. He got it out of me and then added, “Ok, show them some time when we get the opportunity” as casually as if he was asking me to show him our wedding pics.
Then he yawned and settling down on his bed, said, “You know what I’ll be thinking of as I jerk off before going to sleep tonight” and patted his crotch with his hand as he looked at me in the eye and smiled.
“Bastard” was the only reply I could give on the face of such blatant frankness.
“Take care of your own cock” he said, pointing at my crotch. “You’re PJ’s are getting wet.”
It was true. Not only I still had that erection, my pajamas had a wet spot in the front from the pre-cum that my cock had been spilling. There was no need to put up any kind of posturing after that!
I went to my bedroom where Sweetie was still awake. I lied to her unashamedly and said that Arun was so upset by the whole incident that he wanted to leave in the morning but I asked him to stay. She said I did the right thing. Then I apologized to her myself for putting her in that situation, but she was fair enough to share the blame and said she herself had agreed to do it, so there was no need for me to apologize either.
Since sleep seemed to be far away and I didn’t really want to suggest having sex (although I felt really horny) lest she might start suspecting that I actually enjoyed what had just occurred, I started telling her about old times between Arun and me. I don’t really know if I was just trying to make her feel a little more comfortable with the incident that had just occurred or making it easier for her to face Arun the next morning, but I ended up telling her almost everything, like the way we used to watch porn together and masturbate each other, and also that we used to take showers together as well whenever the opportunity was there. I didn’t tell her the part where we tried sucking each other’s cocks or that Arun once actually suggested that he should fuck me, fearing that it might put her off. Slowly but surely, I noticed that she was listening to me with a lot of interest and even asking questions like “how did it use to feel when he gave you a hand job?” Ultimately, she reached for my cock under my pajamas and started stroking it gently while I told her how Arun had sent a picture of his ex-wife only in a G-string, something I had never mentioned earlier. She feigned a bit of annoyance at me for hiding that from her so far, but I could tell she wasn’t really annoyed. We ended up having sex.
Next morning was the real test. I was wondering how Arun and Sweetie would behave with each other. I need not have worried. Arun handled the situation superbly in a style all his own. He treated the whole affair as something of a joke, laughed about it and told a couple of his own stories (all made up, I’m sure) where he got caught in such a situation with his pants down or no clothes at all. I could only marvel how easily he was able to extricate himself, and also Sweetie, from an otherwise embarrassing situation. Not only that, he had the cheek to actually pay her a compliment by saying that he really envied me for sleeping with such a gorgeous woman every night, which made Sweetie blush.
It turned out that there was parent-teacher meeting at my son’s college that day and Sweetie had to attend. I was supposed to leave for work later in the day. At this point, let me explain something about my work so that the readers would have a better idea about how the later events came to transpire in our house. I am a freelance Marketing Research Consultant working with various firms, therefore, my work timings are very flexible and vary from day to day. That particular day I could have gone with Sweetie for that parent-teacher meeting as I was not supposed to leave until almost 12 noon, but she herself suggested that I spend some time with Arun. That turned out to be one of the turning points in the whole story. Soon as Sweetie had left, Arun pounced on me to show him Sweetie’s pictures, in connection with what we discussed last night. There was no getting out of it then.
My hand actually shook with excitement as I switched on the computer in our bedroom. There was a voice inside me demanding that I must not show nude pics of my wife to my friend. On the other hand, my heart was thumping with excitement and there was an empty feeling in my stomach despite the fact that I’d just had breakfast. I was too excited to even get an erection; I almost felt sick with excitement.
I started off with normal pictures first, wanting to go slow. Arun liked it that way. I then moved on to semi-erotic ones in seductive poses: like showing a lot of cleavage with the top two buttons open; then more daring ones with the entire shirt front open, clearly showing the bra inside, and the top button (above the zipper) open on her jeans….., just to give you an idea. By the time I reached the ones where she’s in her lingerie only, both of us had raging hard-on and Arun dispensed with his boxer shorts, the only item of clothing he was wearing since Sweetie had left. It was after a long time I had seen his cock and the sight brought back old memories, and a sudden desire to touch and feel it in my hand. He saw me looking at his cock, smiled and told me to take off my clothes. I quickly got rid of my pajama suit and soon, both of us stood naked, in front of the computer, with a picture of my wife wearing only a black bra and matching panties, smiling mischievously at the camera, totally unaware that eyes other than her husband would ever be seeing her like that.
In the next picture Sweetie had lowered her bra strap from one shoulder and one of her tits was almost slipping out of the bra. My heart thumped as I realized that in the next one the tit would be out completely. Arun was continuously passing remarks about each pic and his language was getting dirtier by the minute. He was using words and phrases like “kya mamme hain (what boobs!), dil chahta hai dabatey jao (want to keep on squeezing them forever!)” and “abay jaldi nanga kar saali ko” (be quick in getting her naked). His comments were making me feel even hornier. After I had clicked on the next pic, the first of many with Sweetie showing her tits (or one of her tits to be exact), Arun calmly took my right hand and placed it on his cock, using his own (left) hand to grab mine (he was standing to my right). His hand felt wonderful on my cock and his cock was silky and smooth in my hand. It was just like re-living old times, only on this occasion, the nude girl on the screen wasn’t some porn star but my own wife.
By the time I had moved to the next three pictures, we had given each other a mutually satisfying orgasm, ejaculating on the floor almost at the same time.
Both Arun and I arrived late home late that evening. I was on work, he had gone to meet a few of our old college fellows, the few who could still be traced. After lunch, over dessert (ice cream) the conversation turned to Arun’s ex wife, and he admitted quite frankly (as he always is) that he badly misses a woman in his life.
“Sleep sure can be difficult to come when you get used to having a soft, warm body beside you and suddenly its nothing but an empty space or at best, a dirty movie or magazine and a bottle of hand lotion to keep you company.” He concluded. I almost thought Sweetie would choke on her spoonful of ice cream at this tactless mention of masturbation, but she remained as calm as if he had just made a statement about global warming or something. Arun’s lack of modesty was, how do I put it….., catching! He’s like someone who takes off all his clothes in front of you and then expects you to do the same, and you find it difficult to refuse taking off at least your trousers if not your underwear altogether. He had that kind of effect.
Soon, the conversation took another turn that was even more unexpected for me. I won’t bore you with the exact dialogue but we were on the topic of mutual masturbation between boys and, no prizes for guessing, on to the point where we were discussing how Arun and I used to jerk each other off (though, considering the fact that we had done it just that morning, “used to” seemed a rather far fetched expression!). I couldn’t believe we were actually discussing this and Arun was explaining to Sweetie that it was a very common practice amongst boys and, in no way, meant that one was a homosexual just because of this “harmless little activity”.
“In fact” he smiled and turned to look at me, “I wouldn’t mind if Sanju could give me a hand job tonight before sleeping. I had serious problems going to sleep last night after meeting you in the kitchen” this he said to Sweetie who blushed to her ears, and could only reply with a silly giggle.
“Would you allow your husband to do a small favor for a guest and an old friend?” he asked Sweetie who, only then, realized he wasn’t joking.
“I…. guess I don’t have problem…., as long as Sanju doesn’t” she looked at me, totally confused on how to respond to such a bizarre request. I could only reply with, “anything by way of hospitality” hoping that my voice wouldn’t give away the excitement I was feeling. My cock was hard again, not with the idea of jerking off Arun (though that wasn’t too unpleasant a thought either), but with the eroticism of the whole situation if you know what I mean. I had felt pretty guilty about what had happened the night before and especially about this morning, having shown nude pics of my wife to my friend and, worse, jerking off together while doing that. But now, that guilt seemed to have been replaced with a new erotic sensation.
Arun joined us over a cup of tea on the verandah that night (the first of many such nights to come). Sweetie did not wear a nightgown but chose to remain in her casual shalwar qameez that she normally wears around the house. When she brought in the tea cups Arun remarked, “Oh, I was so hoping you’d be dressed the same way you were last night.” She just laughed a little to hide her embarrassment but, at the same time, I could see that she was not getting offended by these cracks he kept making about last night’s incident. The guy was actually flirting with my wife right in front of me, and while she wasn’t encouraging him, she wasn’t discouraging him either. When he had finished his cup of tea, he got up and said to me, “I’ll be waiting buddy” and left for his bedroom.
When Sweetie and I returned to our room I was totally nonplussed as to how I should behave. I chose to act as if I wasn’t even thinking about Arun’s “proposal”, if I may put it that way. It was Sweetie who reminded me:
“Aren’t you going to go to Arun’s room?” she asked. I turned to look at her, and was startled to see she was actually smiling, a little mischievously. I still didn’t know if she was serious.
“Well…., I, ah….” I tried to think of a suitable response.
“Its alright, I won’t mind.” She surprised me further. “I know you’re thinking I might be offended, but it’s ok. I understand. It’s not as if you’re going to another woman.” She said, and I realized that now she was justifying the entire, preposterous idea to herself more than to me. But why? Because it excited her…., and if I had any doubts they were removed by her next remark:
“But don’t let him relieve you…., cause I’ll be waiting for you in that red g-string…., and nothing else.” There was a twinkle in her eye, and the way she said it made me hard once again. And therefore, dear readers, I went to the bedroom, to my best friend and now guest-in-house, to give him a hand job with the full blessing of my wife.
When I entered Arun’s room he was reclining on the bed, propped against pillows, dressed only in his boxer shorts. He had his laptop switched on. I didn’t mention that after the two of us had jerked each other off watching my wife’s pictures in the morning, Arun had saved those pictures in a USB device. The only request I made to him as he was saving those pics, was not to put them on a website or something for public viewing, as that could be totally devastating to our social life. He gave his word that he wouldn’t and that was good enough for me. Arun may be a rascal in many ways, but he can certainly keep his word. So you could well imagine what he was watching on his laptop at that moment. When I told him that I was there to give him a hand job with the full blessing of my wife, he smiled and said, “Ok, bit by bit, we will bring her over.”
“Bring her over to what?” I asked, though maybe I already knew the answer in my heart.
“To making a chalu (slut) out of your wife, what else?” he replied calmly and touched the command panel on his laptop which now showed a smiling Sweetie, wearing only her panties, sitting on a stool and holding out her boobs in both hands as if she was offering them for milking. It was one of her sexiest and my favorite picture. The use of the word chalui for my wife annoyed me but made me horny at the same time. I wanted to rebuke Arun for calling her a slut, but how could I when my cock was getting hard again? How I wish I could understand those conflicting emotions! I made a weak attempt at saying something to show that I didn’t like that expression but he just said, “shut up and come here” making place for me beside him. He took off his shorts and soon had me stroking his cock, which was already semi-hard when he removed his shorts.
“Take off your clothes” he said. I told him Sweetie wanted me to be “ready” when I went back to which he said, “don’t worry, I won’t make you ejaculate. But its no fun when you’re all dressed up like this.”
In a matter of a few seconds both of us were lying naked on the bed, our hips and legs touching, the feel of each others’ bodies exciting us as much as Sweetie’s nude pictures on the laptop screen. After I had given a few strokes on his cock, Arun held my hand to make me stop.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I want you to suck my cock.” He said.
“What?” I was taken aback. “You…., you know it won’t be much fun…, have you forgotten we tried it once…..”
“I recall clearly and I don’t expect you to do a superb job” Arun replied, impatiently. “I just want you to feel your lips and your warm, wet mouth on my cock for a while. Now come on, be quick about it.”
Well, I looked at the piece of meat I was holding in my hand, and it didn’t look all that bad. In fact, now that he had mentioned it, the idea seemed pretty good and I started having an urge to taste his cock again after some 10 years or so. Still holding it in my hand, I leaned over and brought my mouth close to the tip of his cock, but then stopped there as I saw some pre-cum oozing out of it. Arun was quick to understand my hesitation.
“O you hygiene friek!” This is what he called me when he got irritated by my obsession for hygiene and cleanliness. “Its not poison coming out of my dick.” But having said that, he used his own boxer shorts to wipe the tip of his cock clean. “You won’t make much of a cocksucker with an attitude like this” he rebuked me but I my lips were already around the shaft and I was feeling the strange yet not unpleasant sensation of having a cock in my mouth.
“I’ll imagine it’s Sweetie whose sucking my cock as I look at these pics” he said, and that only made me that much more eager to comply with his lust. While I tried my best to give a good blow job to my friend, he kept playing with me: squeezing my own erect cock, fondling my balls, or even caressing my ass, something he never did earlier when we used to “play around” with each other. Meanwhile, he kept making dirty comments on Sweetie’s pictures as he kept moving from one pictue to another on the screen. His comments kept getting dirtier and now he was freely using expressions like, “kya badan hai teri chalu ka” (what a figure your whore has!), “mamme to dekh saali kay” (look at her boobs), and “dil chahta hai kutya bana kay chodoon isay” (I want to fuck her like a bitch) etc. I felt humiliated, a bit angry, guilty, disgusted …….yet, call me the biggest pervert ever, because I also found the whole thing intensely erotic, as sucked on this guy’s cock who was not only looking at my wife’s nude pics, but also passing highly objectionable comments about her!
Soon, I started tasting his juice as thin pre-cum again started leaking from his cock. I was wondering if should take my mouth off his cock, wipe it again or continue sucking (to be honest, now that I had tasted it, I had somewhat lost the repulstion I felt earlier and would have probably continued sucking and swallowing his juice); but after a while, he told me to stop sucking and just made me give him a handjob till he ejaculated. One he was relieved, he wiped his cock and thighs clean with some tissue paper, shut down the laptop and told me to put on my clothes. I got up, with my cock still hard and yearning for satisfaction. As I was putting on my PJ’s, my back towards him, he patted my ass lightly and said, “You know what, one of these days, I might just fuck both of you….., you and your wife.” I did not reply, but what my mind said was, “one of these days, I might just let you!”
Sweetie and I fucked with great heat that night. She asked me about what happened and I told her, skipping the details of course on my cock-sucking, her nude pics, Arun’s lewd remarks about her etc. Next morning, things started moving really fast, with a speed and direction over which I seemed to have no control whatsoever.
I was supposed to leave for an important meeting with a client at around 10:00 but received a call early in the morning that it had been postponed due to some problems. That meant that I was pretty much at home all day; all I needed to do was work on collecting and analyzing some data thru the internet, something I could do at home as well. At breakfast, once our son was at college, there was some teasing from Sweetie on my “hospitality” last night, and both Arun and I took it in good spirit. Arun, being the devil that he is, went so far as to say that the hospitality would have “felt” even better if the hostess had taken it into her own “hands”, making Sweetie blush.
After breakfast, I was planning to take a bath (as I usually do every day) and was getting up to do so, when Arun announced that he, too, would like to take a bath. Since there is no attach-bath in the room he was staying, he usually used the bathroom situated in the lounge for use by guests. However, there was some problem with the shower in the bathroom (since it was rarely used for bathing), so I gave him the option of using the one attached to our bed-room and said that he could go first if he liked.
“Why don’t we go together?” he said.
I realized immediately that he was up to his games again, and looked at Sweetie, not sure how to respond.
“O come on, its not as if we’ve never seen each other naked. Come on, let’s do it for old times’ sake.” He said, and before I could understand what was happening, both of us were heading towards the bathroom, Arun in his boxer shorts and I, wearing only my pajamas. Sweetie treated the entire idea with a “naughty boys are up to their tricks again” kind of attitude, giggling and mocking us all the time.
“Why don’t you join us?” Arun called to her, making her laugh further.
“I might” she called back, giggling.
Once we were inside the washroom, Arun whispered to me not to lock the door, in fact, to keep it slightly ajar. I was beginning to realize what he was up to but not quite sure how it would work out. Pretty soon, we were soaping each other’s wet bodies and cocks in particular, causing two hard-on’s in the washroom. There was a knock on the door and Sweetie’s voice rang out,
“Why have you not locked the door?”
I didn’t really have a good answer to that and was wondering what to say when Arun replied,
“What is there to hide? You must have seen your husband naked hundreds of times.”
“Yes, but not with another man” came Sweetie’s smart reply, to which Arun said,
“But the other man has seen you.” This was, of course, an open reference to the Kitchen-incident, and Sweetie was quiet for a few seconds. I thought Arun had finally gone over the board and managed to offend her. But I was wrong. A second later came her reply,
“Well, I think I’d better see that the other man is not up to any naughty tricks with my man” and she pushed the door inside just a centimeter or two as if meaning to take a look inside.
“These empty threats don’t work on us” Arun said, “if you’re serious, why don’t you open it all the way (himmat hai to darwazah poora kholo).”
Sweetie responded to this “dare you” kind of challenge by pushing the door open further. I think she just meant to push it an inch or so, but she forgot that after a certain angle, if pushed, it goes all the way in right up to the wall. This is exactly what happened and in a second the door to the bathroom was wide open, leaving the two of us standing with soap on our wet, naked bodies, right in front of my wife.
I didn’t see any point in trying to cover up in front of my own wife but Arun was quick to shield his cock with both hands….., but not quick enough. He just delayed his reaction enough to let Sweetie have a clear glance at his almost erect cock. Sweetie was much too unprepared for this and gave out a little cry of surprise, then a look of utter shock as she saw Arun’s hard cock, and then, as an immediate reaction she turned her face away from the sight, inhibition taking over her innate curiosity.
“What happened?” Arun cried out, “Darwazah khol kay khud sharma gaeen. Itni hi himmat thi to khulwaya kyun tha? (You opened the door and now you are blushing. If you didn’t have the guts why did you open it?).
At this Sweetie looked in our direction again though making sure she would only be looking at our faces, not between our legs. I could tell that, confused and embarrassed as she was by the whole situation, she wasn’t going to let go the challenge she had unwittingly walked into.
“Embarrassed?” She said, “I’m not the one embarrassed. Who’s hiding himself with his hands?”
“Doing the same thing that you did the other night” was Arun’s pat reply, and this time she really went red: with anger, embarrassment, or excitement? I’m not sure, but this time she looked at Arun in the eye and then looked at him all over. As his cock was still erect with the soaping I had given him not a minute ago, he was having to crouch and keep his organ flattened between his legs, pressing it firmly with both hands to keep it down. But he still looked manly and sexy with his 5ft 8 inch frame and strong, muscular body. I was the opposite with my slender frame and soft muscles.
“You want me to take my hands away?” he asked, looking challengingly at Sweetie. This was an open challenge to which Sweetie responded:
“Oh you wouldn’t dare!” and I knew at once she had taken the bait: hook, line and sinker.
Arun took his hands off his erect cock and stood up normally…., it just took an instant; but there we were: what a spectacle…., my friend standing naked in front of my wife, his body all soapy and wet, his erect cock pointing straight at my wife as if in anticipation of something. Sweetie was so taken aback she uttered a small cry. Her eyes were transfixed on Arun’s cock and she was totally at a loss (with shock in fact) as how to react. Then she tried to laugh, took her eyes off Arun’s cock, looked at me, then looked at his cock again, looked to left as if suddenly remembering something, and then again at Arun’s hard, inviting organ. I can say with all certainty that apart from my own, Arun’s was the only other cock that she may have seen, live, at such close quarters at least.
She just about recovered and said,
“Toba (God forgive us)!” and tried a small laugh again, hoping to make light of the whole affair, but I could see how her face was flushing red. I, myself, felt totally helpless and weak during the entire situation. My friend (and guest), had just exposed his erect male organ to my wife in full view, and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it, in fact…., if the truth be told, didn’t want to stop it.
“Baray badmash hain aap (You’re one hell of a rascal)” she said to Arun, looking at him in the eye again.
“Now we’re equal” he said, “I saw you in the kitchen and you’ve seen me this way.” He had now moved behind me and his cock was out of Sweetie’s sight again. The smile and look on his face suggested as if he had just played a harmless practical joke rather than doing something which, by any social standards, would be considered outrageous, to say the least.
“Accha (Is that right)?” Sweetie said and laughed once more; then added, “You two finish your games, come out and I’ll have coffee ready for both of you” she said, not looking at us, and left immediately.
Arun decided (he was pretty much in control anyway) that we wouldn’t put on our clothes when we came out of the bathroom but only put on our towels around the waist. This was a very obvious provocation as our cocks were still quite hard with the eroticism implicit in the situation and all. So we came out with towels around our waists, our cocks bulging out in the front. Arun was in fact wearing the towel so low that one could almost see the upper part of his ass. When Sweetie brought the tea cups she was a little taken aback to see us like that and glancing at the bulging shape or our cocks, remarked, “I see, you didn’t satisfy yourselves.” I just grinned, a little stupidly, but Arun replied,
“We could do it now if you want to.” My heart almost jumped up to my throat. Were we about to have a mutual masturbating session in front of my wife!?
“No thanks” Sweetie replied, trying to appear indifferent about the suggestion, and not doing a bad job, but still I could tell that there was deep, dark part of her, which was excited and aroused by the whole bizarre scenario. All three of us sat down on the bed, had our tea and chatted casually as if there was nothing strange about the whole situation: an average, desi housewife sitting on the bed with her husband and his friend, both of them half naked, obviously aroused by her presence……, never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined such a scene. I had no idea what was still to come…..!!!
That night Arun requested that Sweetie may join us on the verandah wearing something a little more revealing than her “housewifish” kind of nightgown that she wore in front of Arun. “After all” was his reasoning, “You’ve seen everything of me; shouldn’t I get something in return?” So there we were, Sweetie wearing a very thin pink, silk gown that clearly showed the black lacy bra and panties she was wearing inside. Just a few days ago it would have been unthinkable for her to wear anything like that in front of anyone but her husband. “What is happening here” I was wondering, but getting hard nevertheless by the Sweetie’s sexy attire and the way Arun was openly admiring her figure.
I will be cutting a little short on the dialogue from now on, as it takes a lot of time. The conversation drifted once again (predictably), to whether I was again going to display my “hospitality” to Arun or not. It was promptly decided that I would, but more importantly, Arun managed to convince (not with too much of an effort, I thought) Sweetie to be present in the room while I “relieved him.”
“You’ve already seen what I have….” he said, smiling wickedly “and besides, your presence would make Sanju’s job easier.”
“How’s that” Sweetie asked, puzzled.
“I’ll come quicker if you are standing in front.” He replied, calmly.
“You’re absolutely the limit, you know” Sweetie said, flustered. But I could see how she was feeling the excitement, by the look of eager anticipation on her face.
I thought things could not go any more bizarre…, my wife in a thin, almost transparent nightgown, watching as I jerked of my friend!!! Well, I was wrong; things were to go a lot more bizarre than that.
Anyway, all three of us went inside Arun’s room where he removed his shorts with no signs of modesty or hesitation at all. Sweetie flinched as he laid bare his cock and reclined on the bed in his usual position. I sat down beside him and reached for his cock, feeling like some kind of medieval slave, serving his master.
“God, I really miss a woman in my life!” he exclaimed as I held his cock and felt it stiffening in my hand.
“Why don’t you get married again?” Sweetie asked.
“Why don’t you sit down?” Arun said, ignoring the question and pointing to the bed. Reluctantly, Sweetie sat down at the foot of the bed, which made her even closer to his cock, hardly 3-4 feet away. She could have leaned forward and grabbed his cock, or started sucking it. The vision of Sweetie sucking Arun’s cock came to my mind at that instant and the thought made me dizzy. As if on cue, Arun said:
“Suck it a little, would you?”
I was totally unprepared for this. I didn’t expect him to make this kind of demand in front of Sweetie, and of course it was naïve of me.
I looked at Sweetie who gave me an encouraging smile and said, “Go ahead, I would like to see this.”
I bent down and took his cock, for the second consecutive night, in my mouth and made a lame effort at doing a blow job. After hardly a minute or so, he said, “forget it; it needs a woman’s mouth” making a very obvious reference to Sweetie.
After I had switched to my hand again, he asked Sweetie to take off her gown. When she refused, he asked her to at least slip it down to her shoulders. This time she looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders as to say, what the heck!
My heart thumped as I watched my wife slip her gown down to the level where her bra started. As it was very silky, within a few seconds it had slipped down further and the top of her bra and her upper portion of her tits, the part not covered by her bra cups, was totally visible. She tried to cover it up again but it was no use as it kept coming down no matter how hard she tried.
“May as well leave it” I heard myself saying, my voice hoarse with excitement…, and she did!
I could feel Arun coming close to the peak, his pre-cum leaking out and wetting my hand, providing a natural lubricant to the strokes I was admitting to his hard tool.
“Please take it off…., just once” Arun pleaded, breathing hard now. Sweetie looked at me one final time and seeing no disapproval in my eyes, got up from the bed, and let her dress fall to the floor!!
She stood there, simply breathtaking, in just her lacy black bra and panties, looking good enough to eat. At that moment I wouldn’t have objected if Arun had asked her to remove her remaining articles of dress as well…..; hell, I would have seconded his request. But Arun was beyond the point where he could ask for anything more….., a few seconds later I felt his naked torso twitch, and he came hard, spraying his cum all over his own thighs, and spilling some of it on the bed covering.
I had got married to Sweetie back in 1997; a love marriage. Sweetie is now 37, the same age as I am. She is what you might call a very sensuous woman. While eye catching when young, it seems age has actually accentuated her sexuality. She was slim to the extent of being thin when I married her: a mere 101 pounds on a 5 ft 4 inch frame, pleasant features, beautiful complexion heightened by the presence of two black moles almost artistically placed, one on her chin and the other on the neckline, just above her cleavage (she still makes me crazy when she wears a shirt with a low neckline). Now, after some 12 years of marriage and childbirth, she seems to have put on weight on just the right spots. Her 130 pounds now include ample flesh on her once flat ass, her 36 size boobs look much heavier thanks to the additional flesh round her bosom, and just a bit of fat on the once flat tummy (which she just detests but I find even that to be sexy in its own way). She also thinks her hips jut out too much but I just love the way they appear especially when she wears a jeans and makes men stare at her ass. Yes, I think I've always been a bit of a voyeur and though it initially made me feel guilty, I really feel horny when I see other men check out my wife's ample figure. But that was as far as it went, and I never actually had fantasies involving my wife with other men. Not until, of course, what happened after Arun came to stay with us for a month.
The incident I am recounting happened last year in 2008. It is only now that I’ve finally managed to convince myself fully (at a conscious level) that what occurred during those 30 days actually transpired and was not just a fragment of my imagination, a dream from my wildest fantasies; that “normal†people like me, Sweetie and Arun can actually be involved in something as wild and irresponsible as this.
First, let me tell you a bit more about my relationship with Arun, as well as Sweetie, because I think that will help you a long way in understanding how the events took shape as they did. Arun and I were always the closest of buddies. The kind who grow up going to college together and doing all the boys’ stuff, like discussing sex and watching porn. While I was shy as a kid, Arun was always outgoing, talkative and open to the point of being shocking to people at times, a trait that used to get him into trouble when he was a kid. We are also very different in physical features: I’m of average height and slender frame with soft good looks, while he is tall, broad and not quite good looking in the traditional, movie star sense, but quite manly.
Arun helped break my reserve in a lot of ways. When we were big enough to be allowed our privacy, the first night he stayed at my house, we watched porn on a rented VCD player . Once the hot scenes started he surprised me by taking off the shorts he had borrowed from me for the night (the only piece of clothing he had on), and starting to masturbate right in front of me. As I looked incredulously at him lying naked right beside me, he asked me, will you just keep staring at my cock or do something with your own too? A little embarrassed I laughed and lowered down my boxer to access my own erect cock.
Don't behave with like a shy bride at her first night, he scolded me, take it right off, and the vest as well; you're wearing too many clothes for watching porn.
He had me naked in less than a minute. While a little shy, I also felt very excited getting naked so close to another person for the first time in my life, even if he was another guy. When I adjusted myself back on my pillow and reached out for my cock again he took my hand and placed it firmly on his own cock, then with his other hand, grabbed hold of my cock and started pumping it slowly. To this day I cannot remember having experienced anything more pleasurable than that hand job he gave me. It was the first a hand other than my own had given me such pleasure.
After that we did it to each other a number of times. Sometimes while watching porn, on other occasions, just because we would be feeling horny. I dont know if that makes us bisexual. I dont think so as we never indulged in anything more like kissing or fucking each other. Though we did try a 69 once but found we had no talent for it as both could feel each others' teeth rubbing on the delicate skin of our cocks. Yes, Arun did suggest once that I let him fuck me in the ass but I was much too afraid of the pain it might cause; also, to be honest, I was more than a little wary of the fact that it would give him a psychological advantage over me and he would tease me later by calling me a gandoo (a subordinate gay). I was at that age where this kind of thing could mean a lot between peers. Though later on, I used to fantasize about that possibility a lot of times. I dont know about others guys but I have always wondered what it would feel like to have a cock inside your guts, moving in and out of your asshole.
After he settled down in USA and got married to a black American girl, some 5 years his senior, he used to send me pictures of his wife: first, ordinary pictures, fully dressed up; then a few in bikini, at the beach, in the company of some other friends, and then finally, one with her wearing only a G-string and nothing else. A few days after sending that picture, he sent me a mail again asking, Did you masturbate? That is the kind of person Arun is. Now for my wife Sweetie. Apart from the occasional tiffs, we have had a very satisfying married life in all respects including sex. Once she got over her initial inhibitions concerning sex, we started having a great time in bed, and even experimented a little like trying different positions (I particularly love the “doggie style”), though her favorite is still the traditional one: she lies on her back and I’m on top. We watched porn together during the first two years and tried oral sex, and even anal fucking, but only once. Once I had greased her ass hole with glycerine and penetrated half way thru, she asked me to pull out saying it felt too big. I think she was just afraid some permanent damage might occur to the tissues or something like that. Anyway, like a good husband I accepted her right not to indulge in an activity she didn’t feel comfortable with.
While she was always of a fairly liberal disposition all along, she opened up further under my encouragement in terms of her dress. In summers she started wearing sleeveless shirts much more frequently; also, her shirts assumed a much tighter fit giving a beautiful outline of her figure; her necklines also became more daring; she developed a taste for short trousers and even half trousers on occasions when the context was suitable for that kind of thing, like a really high class, posh restaurant. She occasionally wears saris on weddings, but most of all, she looks really sexy when she wears tight, hip-hugging jeans with t-shirts. As I’ve already mentioned, I do get some kind of a kick when I see other men noticing my wife and paying close attention to her boobs, hips and bare ankles.
Arun returned to his country after almost 14 years looking a lot older, having put on a lot more weight that looked good on him, and a receding hair line but far from being bald. Overall, I would say he looked quite handsome. As was his style, he took little time in getting on with Sweetie and by the time we sat down for dinner that evening. I noticed clearly that he was observing Sweetie closely from head to toe. That being the month of August, still quite hot in this part of country, she was wearing a sleeveless white, printed shirt with matching trousers that finished just above the ankles. The fabric was very light and one didn’t have to try hard to notice the white bra she had on underneath (I wanted her to wear a black one but she said it would be a bit too noticeable); it was quite visible from the straps to the pointed cups that jutted out proudly beneath the shirt.
Our son had his own room by now. Beside our room there was a spare bedroom in the house which was just used more or less as a store room. We had cleaned and prepared it for Arun. Our own bedroom, larger of the two, is towards one end of the house. Linked to it by a side door is a small room which belongs to our son. It also has a front door that opens, like our own room, into the lounge. As one walks thru the lounge the kitchen falls to the left after which, still to the left, comes the room where Arun was staying. On the right falls a guest room, not commonly used, and then a small verandah (a little more than a balcony), looking down on to the street (ours is the first floor). On hot summer nights that verandah becomes our favorite place where Sweetie & I – once our son has gone to sleep, usually like to spend quality time together before retiring for bed, usually having tea or occasionally a cup of coffee when its not too hot. This explanation of the structure is important to help you visualize what transpired later on.
Even after over 10 years of marriage, one of the most erotic sights for me is to see Sweetie wear sexy lingerie. Guess I’ve always had a fetish for lingerie. Over the years I’ve bought her a number of night gowns, slips, negligees, bra and panty sets, and G-strings etc. Late in the night when we have our cup of tea on the verandah, Sweetie always puts on something sexy. We recline on our chairs on the verandah, lights turned off so no one from the street or another house could see what Sweetie is wearing, and gently sip our tea. Since the verandah opens towards the back street and also because its dark, there’s hardly any chance of someone observing Sweetie in her sexy underwear. Our son’s asleep and even if he wakes up, Sweetie always keeps a gown ready to put on hurriedly if he does. Still, when it’s a moonlit night, someone watching very intently from the window of a nearby house, or someone passing down the street and looking up, could make out more than just a silhouette of Sweetie. He could probably make out that this woman is not fully dressed: a probability which, howsoever remote, does evoke the voyeur instinct in me and makes me excited. Sometimes, Initially I went so far as to dare her to take off her bra altogether and sit there, drinking tea with me, topless. She agreed after some hesitation and, after a while, began to enjoy the thrill herself. As a next step, she went as far to sit there just in her panties, that gown ready at hand to be put on lest our son would awaken. Once I almost spilled a cup of hot tea on myself trying to get a feel of her breasts! But she was enjoying the whole “adventure “ as much as I did, because I could feel her nipples hardening as she would sit there, all but naked beside her husband on a potentially visible place. Sometimes she would place her feet on my lap and gently rub my hard cock inside my pj’s or shorts.
Later, we started experimenting further. I would sit on the verandah, ask her to take off her night gown and bra (if she were wearing one that is), and tell her to go to the kitchen and make tea for both of us. It just felt so good seeing her move around with her tits bouncing in front, wearing nothing but her panties. The final thrill was to convince her to even take off that last garment and move to and fro the kitchen butt naked. This she had agreed to and started doing just a week or two before Arun’s arrival. Initially she would always take her gown with her to cover herself in case of any eventuality, but the last time couple of times, after quite a bit of persuasion, I had managed to convince her not to take it with her as she went to the kitchen. “After all,” I reasoned with her, “even if he (our son) wakes up, he is big enough to go to the bathroom himself (which is an attached bath in his room), and if he wants a glass of water or something, there is a mini refrigerator in his room. Besides, from the angle I’m sitting, I can clearly make out if he switches on the light of his own room or our bedroom, and if he comes out into the lounge I’ll move quickly and intercept him before he could reach the kitchen.”
That was all well and good. But now, on the night that Arun arrived to stay with us, the question I was trying to answer was: “will we have to stop our little game till the time Arun stayed with us?”(Sorry guys, I know its very slow going on my part but there's been immense workload during the last two days. This is all I've managed but I really hope to complete a lot more tomorrow )
The first night Arun retired to bed quite late. It was a Saturday anyway and none of us were in a hurry to go to sleep. Our son had gone to bed long ago and it was around a quarter past one that we went to our favorite spot in the house for our customary cup of tea.Sweetie was wearing a rather conservative night gown made of cotton that covered her well. When we were finally reclining on our chairs and I had put my feet up on the railing, she got up to make a cup of tea.
“Take it off” I said almost lightly.
“What! Are you out of your mind?” she replied, looking quite surprised.
“Why” I said, “what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?! We have a guest in our house, that’s what’s wrong.” She said.
“Who is probably sleeping like a log at this moment, dead tired as he must be after his long flight” I replied, trying to sound quite unconcerned. The truth was, Arun was probably having a hard time going to sleep, suffering from a change in time zones, and I was far from unconcerned; quite excited actually at the prospect of Sweetie taking her clothes off in the presence of a guest inside the house.
To cut it short, she agreed after some resistance that she would take off the gown (and not the undergarments she was wearing) after she had passed by the room where Arun was sleeping, and on her way back from the kitchen she would put on the gown again and remove it once she was safely back in the verandah with me. If Arun were to wake up and make his way to the verandah, we would have sufficient warning as we were so near his room that we couldn’t miss the noise that his door would make while opening – its hinges needed oiling!
That first night passed without incident though Sweetie remained uneasy throughout the time she was sitting in the verandah in her bra and panties. The next day, a Sunday, was spent talking about old times with me and Arun recounting various incidents and adventures we had together. In between he also mentioned the times when we used to watch porn together. Knowing what a big mouth Arun could be, my heart skipped a beat as I thought he was about to mention the fact that we used to give each other a hand job as well, but he didn’t.
The next night followed pretty much the same pattern on the verandah except that towards the end I managed to convince Sweetie to take off her bra as well. The fact that another man was present in the house less than 20 feet from us (even if he was behind a wall) while my wife sat almost naked, was really giving me the kicks. I think it was working on Sweetie too because as we made love that night I noticed how wet she was, though she never said anything to that effect.
The next day I went for work while Arun, much later, left the house to go and meet some old relatives and acquaintances in the city. He returned late night and said he’d already had his supper. That night the first incident occurred that led to a seemingly uncontrollable chain of events afterwards.
Feeling very horny after a bit of touching and petting on the verandah, I convinced Sweetie to go the kitchen absolutely naked. With no disturbance from Arun for two consecutive nights she was getting bolder as well. So it was decided that she would take off the night gown she was wearing as well as the under clothes, take the gown in her hand but pass by Arun’s room in the nude, make the tea and bring it back in the nude again, with the gown hanging on her harm.
I watched her naked butt with delight as she walked out of the verandah and made her way to the kitchen.
Hardly a couple of minutes had passed when I heard the door to Arun’s room opening. My heart jumped at the sound. What was he going to do? There were two possibilities: he was either not able to go to sleep and as a result might just come to the verandah for a while, or he was thirsty and wanted to go the kitchen and get a glass of water from the refrigerator. The first possibility wasn’t too problematic because Sweetie would most probably hear our voices before entering the verandah and put on her gown. But if he was going to the kitchen…….!!? Believe me, fantasizing about something is one thing but coming face to face with a situation where your fantasy could come true, quite another. When the door to the verandah did not open in the next 3-4 seconds I should have got up from my chair and intercepted him before he could reach the kitchen. But I was frozen….., glued to my chair…., not able to move. Did I want it to happen? What did I want…., I didn’t know. All I knew was that my heart was beating with a ferocious intensity and I felt on the verge of being sick. And I had started sweating as if I had just finished doing a sprint. My mind was scanning possibilities at a speed which I never thought it was capable of. Was I about to hear a scream by Sweetie? Would Arun take advantage of her situation…, grab her…, touch her…, try and kiss her even? Would she be able to hear him coming and slip into her gown in time? All these questions flashed thru my mind in a matter of a few seconds.
For what really happened, I’ll have to rely on Sweetie’s (and later Arun’s) account, and re-create it as best as possible as of course I wasn’t there. As it turned out, Arun was indeed feeling thirsty and proceeded to the kitchen for a glass of water; the same kitchen where stood my wife, with not a stitch on her. To make things worse for her, going against the plan, she didn’t even carry the gown with her to the kitchen as she thought it was too much of a hassle making tea while trying to manage the gown as well. She did contemplate putting it on inside the kitchen while making the tea, but decided that it would be akin to “cheating” in our little game, because the deal was that she should be in the nude while making the tea. So she just left it on the back of a chair in the lounge, planning to bring it over to the verandah when she returned with the tea. Therefore, when Arun approached the kitchen, she had practically nothing to cover herself with. She didn’t get to hear his footsteps as he was wearing rubber sole slippers. As he entered the kitchen he was met with an absolutely unexpected sight. Her back was to him as she was busy boiling the water and arranging the cups etc. So Arun was presented with a mouth watering view of my wife’s ample ass in the dim but adequate enough light of the energy saver bulb we use in the kitchen. According to what he told me later, he might have returned quietly but he was so shocked, so totally overawed by the sight of my beautiful, naked wife that he was frozen, just like I was on the verandah. For a moment, he even thought this wasn’t Sweetie but some other woman, so preposterous was the idea of finding her naked in the kitchen. Before he could come around to his senses and decide what to do, Sweetie turned around.Sweetie didn’t exactly scream…, well, she did, but not loud enough to be heard in the verandah. The next thing she did was what perhaps would have been the most natural reaction for any woman in her situation: she used her hand which had instinctively gone to her open mouth first in a gesture of shock, to cover her most vital part between her two legs but not before Arun had seen the beautiful black bush of hair that grows on and around her pussy (she trims her bush but doesn’t shave as that’s the way I like it). With the other arm she covered her tits as best as she could. What a sight it must have been: my naked wife standing in front of my best buddy, trying desperately to cover her nudity with her hands!
Had I been in Arun’s place I probably would have run out of the kitchen at that moment, considering the difficult situation he was in. But as you may have guessed by now, Arun is made of some other stuff. He told me later that he did think of doing that but, on second thought, said to himself, “what the heck! Its not as if I’m responsible for this situation. So I may as well enjoy it while I can.”
He stood there and acted as shocked as my wife was. First he tried to apologize but came out sounding pathetic, then he tried to explain that he wanted a glass of water, all the while making sure he got a good look…., that’s the kind of rascal he is! Sweetie, once she realized (all it took was 5-6 seconds) this guy was not going to leave and bring an end to her embarrassment, at last took a decision and asked him to switch off the light. She couldn’t do it herself as he was standing near the switch board.He was decent enough to do that (but not before he had taken one more quick look at the naked spectacle in front of him). It was almost pitch dark once the lights were off. Sweetie, in her hurry to get out of that utterly embarrassing situation, did a mistake. She did not wait for her eyes to adjust to the darkness (I don’t blame her actually) and tried almost to make a dash for her room by saying “excuse me” to Arun who was standing on the door way. Now, Arun had also not quite adjusted himself to the dark yet but he did try and move away as much as possible. But Sweetie hadn’t given him (or herself) enough time and in her hurry to pass thru and avoid making contact with Arun at the same time, struck her foot (she was wearing a light slipper; the only thing she was wearing apart from her earrings and wedding ring!) to one out of two old but solid wooden chairs we keep there to sometimes have our tea or coffee mostly in the winters when we can enjoy the warmth of the kitchen. It was a bad hit that made her cry out in pain, and worse, almost fall over Arun, which, in a way, was a blessing for her otherwise she would have tripped and fallen on the floor and could have been badly hurt. On the other hand, that actually led her to almost crash into Arun, naked boobs and all. Arun was himself only wearing boxer shorts. I can only imagine how he would have felt, receiving my naked wife in his arms, her tits almost crushing onto his chest or arm (he told me it was both: that first he felt her tits brushing against her arm and crushing onto his chest…., the bastard!).
As a perfect excuse to help her, his hands came around on her back to hold her and prevent her from falling, and very deliberately (so he admitted to me) he managed to lay a hand on her butt for a full second.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, yes” Sweetie said, extricating her naked self from this half naked man, and went limping, to her room as quickly as possible. Arun said he followed her out of the kitchen and as she opened the door to our bedroom, got an enticing glance of her beautiful ass, thanks to the fact that we had kept our bedroom light switched on.
I won’t bore you with the details and dialogues that took place immediately after this (first) incident as it would only be an anticlimax. To keep it short, Arun found me first on the verandah and just asked me to meet him in his room. I was so unnerved that I couldn’t even ask him why? Sweetie put on a cotton night dress and, to her credit, was still calm enough to bring our tea. She told me what had happened in as matter of fact a manner as possible, but I think she was just sub-consciously trying to reduce her embarrassment. Her breathing wasn’t quite normal and she hardly took a couple of sips from her cup. I told her Arun wanted to see me and probably wanted to apologize for what happened (though I knew fully well that an apology was the last thing I was going to get from that rascal). She said that there was no need to apologize as it wasn’t his fault. With that she picked up the cups and said she was going to the bedroom. I was really upset. I couldn’t tell if she was mad at me because it was, after all, at my persuasion that she had taken the risk. I felt a strange mixture of emotions: fear, excitement, guilt, embarrassment……!
Once Sweetie had departed for the bedroom I opened the door to Arun’s room and went inside. He was sitting in his bed, propped up by pillows, reading something. I sat down on the bed with a sheepish smile on my face and, putting the book down, he said, “what are you up to, letting your sexy wife run naked in the house?”
I explained the whole thing about our little games and he gave me a good account of what had just happened inside the kitchen. He spared no detail and was quite frank in describing how Sweetie tried to cover her bush and her tits with her hands, and then how he felt her tits brushing against his arm and then crashing onto his chest. As he described the incident, my cock came to full attention and I fidgeted a little, hoping to hide my erection from him (I was wearing a usual cotton night suit with pajamas and the shirt’s length just barely finished above the crotch). He asked me if Sweetie would be too upset to let him stay in the house after this, and I told him there was no such issue and in fact Sweetie was not even blaming him.
“The best part” he said, smiling “was when I held her and had the chance to hold her buttock. Wow, what a beautiful butt. You’ve got a sexy one there. Hope you fuck her well.”
“You harami (bastard)” I said, mockingly hitting him in the chest with my hand.
“Acha acha (Ok ok), stop acting like you didn’t enjoy the whole thing yourself” he said.
“Shut up” I told him.
“Nonsense. Why would a man let his wife roam naked in the house when he knows a guest is staying if he didn’t enjoy the thrill of her getting caught? Besides,” he said, “we’re even stevens now…, after all, you’ve seen my wife’s boobs.”
“Ex-wife.” I reminded him, “and that too, in a picture only. I never got to touch her butt or feel her boobs.”
“Jealous!” he laughed out loud, then with a more serious face, asked, “by the way, talking of pictures, do you keep dirty pictures of your wife?”
There was no use denying. Of course I did. Ever since mobile cams and digital cameras had come in, I had created quite a collection of Sweetie’s pics in nude and semi-nude poses. He got it out of me and then added, “Ok, show them some time when we get the opportunity” as casually as if he was asking me to show him our wedding pics.
Then he yawned and settling down on his bed, said, “You know what I’ll be thinking of as I jerk off before going to sleep tonight” and patted his crotch with his hand as he looked at me in the eye and smiled.
“Bastard” was the only reply I could give on the face of such blatant frankness.
“Take care of your own cock” he said, pointing at my crotch. “You’re PJ’s are getting wet.”
It was true. Not only I still had that erection, my pajamas had a wet spot in the front from the pre-cum that my cock had been spilling. There was no need to put up any kind of posturing after that!
I went to my bedroom where Sweetie was still awake. I lied to her unashamedly and said that Arun was so upset by the whole incident that he wanted to leave in the morning but I asked him to stay. She said I did the right thing. Then I apologized to her myself for putting her in that situation, but she was fair enough to share the blame and said she herself had agreed to do it, so there was no need for me to apologize either.
Since sleep seemed to be far away and I didn’t really want to suggest having sex (although I felt really horny) lest she might start suspecting that I actually enjoyed what had just occurred, I started telling her about old times between Arun and me. I don’t really know if I was just trying to make her feel a little more comfortable with the incident that had just occurred or making it easier for her to face Arun the next morning, but I ended up telling her almost everything, like the way we used to watch porn together and masturbate each other, and also that we used to take showers together as well whenever the opportunity was there. I didn’t tell her the part where we tried sucking each other’s cocks or that Arun once actually suggested that he should fuck me, fearing that it might put her off. Slowly but surely, I noticed that she was listening to me with a lot of interest and even asking questions like “how did it use to feel when he gave you a hand job?” Ultimately, she reached for my cock under my pajamas and started stroking it gently while I told her how Arun had sent a picture of his ex-wife only in a G-string, something I had never mentioned earlier. She feigned a bit of annoyance at me for hiding that from her so far, but I could tell she wasn’t really annoyed. We ended up having sex.
Next morning was the real test. I was wondering how Arun and Sweetie would behave with each other. I need not have worried. Arun handled the situation superbly in a style all his own. He treated the whole affair as something of a joke, laughed about it and told a couple of his own stories (all made up, I’m sure) where he got caught in such a situation with his pants down or no clothes at all. I could only marvel how easily he was able to extricate himself, and also Sweetie, from an otherwise embarrassing situation. Not only that, he had the cheek to actually pay her a compliment by saying that he really envied me for sleeping with such a gorgeous woman every night, which made Sweetie blush.
It turned out that there was parent-teacher meeting at my son’s college that day and Sweetie had to attend. I was supposed to leave for work later in the day. At this point, let me explain something about my work so that the readers would have a better idea about how the later events came to transpire in our house. I am a freelance Marketing Research Consultant working with various firms, therefore, my work timings are very flexible and vary from day to day. That particular day I could have gone with Sweetie for that parent-teacher meeting as I was not supposed to leave until almost 12 noon, but she herself suggested that I spend some time with Arun. That turned out to be one of the turning points in the whole story. Soon as Sweetie had left, Arun pounced on me to show him Sweetie’s pictures, in connection with what we discussed last night. There was no getting out of it then.
My hand actually shook with excitement as I switched on the computer in our bedroom. There was a voice inside me demanding that I must not show nude pics of my wife to my friend. On the other hand, my heart was thumping with excitement and there was an empty feeling in my stomach despite the fact that I’d just had breakfast. I was too excited to even get an erection; I almost felt sick with excitement.
I started off with normal pictures first, wanting to go slow. Arun liked it that way. I then moved on to semi-erotic ones in seductive poses: like showing a lot of cleavage with the top two buttons open; then more daring ones with the entire shirt front open, clearly showing the bra inside, and the top button (above the zipper) open on her jeans….., just to give you an idea. By the time I reached the ones where she’s in her lingerie only, both of us had raging hard-on and Arun dispensed with his boxer shorts, the only item of clothing he was wearing since Sweetie had left. It was after a long time I had seen his cock and the sight brought back old memories, and a sudden desire to touch and feel it in my hand. He saw me looking at his cock, smiled and told me to take off my clothes. I quickly got rid of my pajama suit and soon, both of us stood naked, in front of the computer, with a picture of my wife wearing only a black bra and matching panties, smiling mischievously at the camera, totally unaware that eyes other than her husband would ever be seeing her like that.
In the next picture Sweetie had lowered her bra strap from one shoulder and one of her tits was almost slipping out of the bra. My heart thumped as I realized that in the next one the tit would be out completely. Arun was continuously passing remarks about each pic and his language was getting dirtier by the minute. He was using words and phrases like “kya mamme hain (what boobs!), dil chahta hai dabatey jao (want to keep on squeezing them forever!)” and “abay jaldi nanga kar saali ko” (be quick in getting her naked). His comments were making me feel even hornier. After I had clicked on the next pic, the first of many with Sweetie showing her tits (or one of her tits to be exact), Arun calmly took my right hand and placed it on his cock, using his own (left) hand to grab mine (he was standing to my right). His hand felt wonderful on my cock and his cock was silky and smooth in my hand. It was just like re-living old times, only on this occasion, the nude girl on the screen wasn’t some porn star but my own wife.
By the time I had moved to the next three pictures, we had given each other a mutually satisfying orgasm, ejaculating on the floor almost at the same time.
Both Arun and I arrived late home late that evening. I was on work, he had gone to meet a few of our old college fellows, the few who could still be traced. After lunch, over dessert (ice cream) the conversation turned to Arun’s ex wife, and he admitted quite frankly (as he always is) that he badly misses a woman in his life.
“Sleep sure can be difficult to come when you get used to having a soft, warm body beside you and suddenly its nothing but an empty space or at best, a dirty movie or magazine and a bottle of hand lotion to keep you company.” He concluded. I almost thought Sweetie would choke on her spoonful of ice cream at this tactless mention of masturbation, but she remained as calm as if he had just made a statement about global warming or something. Arun’s lack of modesty was, how do I put it….., catching! He’s like someone who takes off all his clothes in front of you and then expects you to do the same, and you find it difficult to refuse taking off at least your trousers if not your underwear altogether. He had that kind of effect.
Soon, the conversation took another turn that was even more unexpected for me. I won’t bore you with the exact dialogue but we were on the topic of mutual masturbation between boys and, no prizes for guessing, on to the point where we were discussing how Arun and I used to jerk each other off (though, considering the fact that we had done it just that morning, “used to” seemed a rather far fetched expression!). I couldn’t believe we were actually discussing this and Arun was explaining to Sweetie that it was a very common practice amongst boys and, in no way, meant that one was a homosexual just because of this “harmless little activity”.
“In fact” he smiled and turned to look at me, “I wouldn’t mind if Sanju could give me a hand job tonight before sleeping. I had serious problems going to sleep last night after meeting you in the kitchen” this he said to Sweetie who blushed to her ears, and could only reply with a silly giggle.
“Would you allow your husband to do a small favor for a guest and an old friend?” he asked Sweetie who, only then, realized he wasn’t joking.
“I…. guess I don’t have problem…., as long as Sanju doesn’t” she looked at me, totally confused on how to respond to such a bizarre request. I could only reply with, “anything by way of hospitality” hoping that my voice wouldn’t give away the excitement I was feeling. My cock was hard again, not with the idea of jerking off Arun (though that wasn’t too unpleasant a thought either), but with the eroticism of the whole situation if you know what I mean. I had felt pretty guilty about what had happened the night before and especially about this morning, having shown nude pics of my wife to my friend and, worse, jerking off together while doing that. But now, that guilt seemed to have been replaced with a new erotic sensation.
Arun joined us over a cup of tea on the verandah that night (the first of many such nights to come). Sweetie did not wear a nightgown but chose to remain in her casual shalwar qameez that she normally wears around the house. When she brought in the tea cups Arun remarked, “Oh, I was so hoping you’d be dressed the same way you were last night.” She just laughed a little to hide her embarrassment but, at the same time, I could see that she was not getting offended by these cracks he kept making about last night’s incident. The guy was actually flirting with my wife right in front of me, and while she wasn’t encouraging him, she wasn’t discouraging him either. When he had finished his cup of tea, he got up and said to me, “I’ll be waiting buddy” and left for his bedroom.
When Sweetie and I returned to our room I was totally nonplussed as to how I should behave. I chose to act as if I wasn’t even thinking about Arun’s “proposal”, if I may put it that way. It was Sweetie who reminded me:
“Aren’t you going to go to Arun’s room?” she asked. I turned to look at her, and was startled to see she was actually smiling, a little mischievously. I still didn’t know if she was serious.
“Well…., I, ah….” I tried to think of a suitable response.
“Its alright, I won’t mind.” She surprised me further. “I know you’re thinking I might be offended, but it’s ok. I understand. It’s not as if you’re going to another woman.” She said, and I realized that now she was justifying the entire, preposterous idea to herself more than to me. But why? Because it excited her…., and if I had any doubts they were removed by her next remark:
“But don’t let him relieve you…., cause I’ll be waiting for you in that red g-string…., and nothing else.” There was a twinkle in her eye, and the way she said it made me hard once again. And therefore, dear readers, I went to the bedroom, to my best friend and now guest-in-house, to give him a hand job with the full blessing of my wife.
When I entered Arun’s room he was reclining on the bed, propped against pillows, dressed only in his boxer shorts. He had his laptop switched on. I didn’t mention that after the two of us had jerked each other off watching my wife’s pictures in the morning, Arun had saved those pictures in a USB device. The only request I made to him as he was saving those pics, was not to put them on a website or something for public viewing, as that could be totally devastating to our social life. He gave his word that he wouldn’t and that was good enough for me. Arun may be a rascal in many ways, but he can certainly keep his word. So you could well imagine what he was watching on his laptop at that moment. When I told him that I was there to give him a hand job with the full blessing of my wife, he smiled and said, “Ok, bit by bit, we will bring her over.”
“Bring her over to what?” I asked, though maybe I already knew the answer in my heart.
“To making a chalu (slut) out of your wife, what else?” he replied calmly and touched the command panel on his laptop which now showed a smiling Sweetie, wearing only her panties, sitting on a stool and holding out her boobs in both hands as if she was offering them for milking. It was one of her sexiest and my favorite picture. The use of the word chalui for my wife annoyed me but made me horny at the same time. I wanted to rebuke Arun for calling her a slut, but how could I when my cock was getting hard again? How I wish I could understand those conflicting emotions! I made a weak attempt at saying something to show that I didn’t like that expression but he just said, “shut up and come here” making place for me beside him. He took off his shorts and soon had me stroking his cock, which was already semi-hard when he removed his shorts.
“Take off your clothes” he said. I told him Sweetie wanted me to be “ready” when I went back to which he said, “don’t worry, I won’t make you ejaculate. But its no fun when you’re all dressed up like this.”
In a matter of a few seconds both of us were lying naked on the bed, our hips and legs touching, the feel of each others’ bodies exciting us as much as Sweetie’s nude pictures on the laptop screen. After I had given a few strokes on his cock, Arun held my hand to make me stop.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I want you to suck my cock.” He said.
“What?” I was taken aback. “You…., you know it won’t be much fun…, have you forgotten we tried it once…..”
“I recall clearly and I don’t expect you to do a superb job” Arun replied, impatiently. “I just want you to feel your lips and your warm, wet mouth on my cock for a while. Now come on, be quick about it.”
Well, I looked at the piece of meat I was holding in my hand, and it didn’t look all that bad. In fact, now that he had mentioned it, the idea seemed pretty good and I started having an urge to taste his cock again after some 10 years or so. Still holding it in my hand, I leaned over and brought my mouth close to the tip of his cock, but then stopped there as I saw some pre-cum oozing out of it. Arun was quick to understand my hesitation.
“O you hygiene friek!” This is what he called me when he got irritated by my obsession for hygiene and cleanliness. “Its not poison coming out of my dick.” But having said that, he used his own boxer shorts to wipe the tip of his cock clean. “You won’t make much of a cocksucker with an attitude like this” he rebuked me but I my lips were already around the shaft and I was feeling the strange yet not unpleasant sensation of having a cock in my mouth.
“I’ll imagine it’s Sweetie whose sucking my cock as I look at these pics” he said, and that only made me that much more eager to comply with his lust. While I tried my best to give a good blow job to my friend, he kept playing with me: squeezing my own erect cock, fondling my balls, or even caressing my ass, something he never did earlier when we used to “play around” with each other. Meanwhile, he kept making dirty comments on Sweetie’s pictures as he kept moving from one pictue to another on the screen. His comments kept getting dirtier and now he was freely using expressions like, “kya badan hai teri chalu ka” (what a figure your whore has!), “mamme to dekh saali kay” (look at her boobs), and “dil chahta hai kutya bana kay chodoon isay” (I want to fuck her like a bitch) etc. I felt humiliated, a bit angry, guilty, disgusted …….yet, call me the biggest pervert ever, because I also found the whole thing intensely erotic, as sucked on this guy’s cock who was not only looking at my wife’s nude pics, but also passing highly objectionable comments about her!
Soon, I started tasting his juice as thin pre-cum again started leaking from his cock. I was wondering if should take my mouth off his cock, wipe it again or continue sucking (to be honest, now that I had tasted it, I had somewhat lost the repulstion I felt earlier and would have probably continued sucking and swallowing his juice); but after a while, he told me to stop sucking and just made me give him a handjob till he ejaculated. One he was relieved, he wiped his cock and thighs clean with some tissue paper, shut down the laptop and told me to put on my clothes. I got up, with my cock still hard and yearning for satisfaction. As I was putting on my PJ’s, my back towards him, he patted my ass lightly and said, “You know what, one of these days, I might just fuck both of you….., you and your wife.” I did not reply, but what my mind said was, “one of these days, I might just let you!”
Sweetie and I fucked with great heat that night. She asked me about what happened and I told her, skipping the details of course on my cock-sucking, her nude pics, Arun’s lewd remarks about her etc. Next morning, things started moving really fast, with a speed and direction over which I seemed to have no control whatsoever.
I was supposed to leave for an important meeting with a client at around 10:00 but received a call early in the morning that it had been postponed due to some problems. That meant that I was pretty much at home all day; all I needed to do was work on collecting and analyzing some data thru the internet, something I could do at home as well. At breakfast, once our son was at college, there was some teasing from Sweetie on my “hospitality” last night, and both Arun and I took it in good spirit. Arun, being the devil that he is, went so far as to say that the hospitality would have “felt” even better if the hostess had taken it into her own “hands”, making Sweetie blush.
After breakfast, I was planning to take a bath (as I usually do every day) and was getting up to do so, when Arun announced that he, too, would like to take a bath. Since there is no attach-bath in the room he was staying, he usually used the bathroom situated in the lounge for use by guests. However, there was some problem with the shower in the bathroom (since it was rarely used for bathing), so I gave him the option of using the one attached to our bed-room and said that he could go first if he liked.
“Why don’t we go together?” he said.
I realized immediately that he was up to his games again, and looked at Sweetie, not sure how to respond.
“O come on, its not as if we’ve never seen each other naked. Come on, let’s do it for old times’ sake.” He said, and before I could understand what was happening, both of us were heading towards the bathroom, Arun in his boxer shorts and I, wearing only my pajamas. Sweetie treated the entire idea with a “naughty boys are up to their tricks again” kind of attitude, giggling and mocking us all the time.
“Why don’t you join us?” Arun called to her, making her laugh further.
“I might” she called back, giggling.
Once we were inside the washroom, Arun whispered to me not to lock the door, in fact, to keep it slightly ajar. I was beginning to realize what he was up to but not quite sure how it would work out. Pretty soon, we were soaping each other’s wet bodies and cocks in particular, causing two hard-on’s in the washroom. There was a knock on the door and Sweetie’s voice rang out,
“Why have you not locked the door?”
I didn’t really have a good answer to that and was wondering what to say when Arun replied,
“What is there to hide? You must have seen your husband naked hundreds of times.”
“Yes, but not with another man” came Sweetie’s smart reply, to which Arun said,
“But the other man has seen you.” This was, of course, an open reference to the Kitchen-incident, and Sweetie was quiet for a few seconds. I thought Arun had finally gone over the board and managed to offend her. But I was wrong. A second later came her reply,
“Well, I think I’d better see that the other man is not up to any naughty tricks with my man” and she pushed the door inside just a centimeter or two as if meaning to take a look inside.
“These empty threats don’t work on us” Arun said, “if you’re serious, why don’t you open it all the way (himmat hai to darwazah poora kholo).”
Sweetie responded to this “dare you” kind of challenge by pushing the door open further. I think she just meant to push it an inch or so, but she forgot that after a certain angle, if pushed, it goes all the way in right up to the wall. This is exactly what happened and in a second the door to the bathroom was wide open, leaving the two of us standing with soap on our wet, naked bodies, right in front of my wife.
I didn’t see any point in trying to cover up in front of my own wife but Arun was quick to shield his cock with both hands….., but not quick enough. He just delayed his reaction enough to let Sweetie have a clear glance at his almost erect cock. Sweetie was much too unprepared for this and gave out a little cry of surprise, then a look of utter shock as she saw Arun’s hard cock, and then, as an immediate reaction she turned her face away from the sight, inhibition taking over her innate curiosity.
“What happened?” Arun cried out, “Darwazah khol kay khud sharma gaeen. Itni hi himmat thi to khulwaya kyun tha? (You opened the door and now you are blushing. If you didn’t have the guts why did you open it?).
At this Sweetie looked in our direction again though making sure she would only be looking at our faces, not between our legs. I could tell that, confused and embarrassed as she was by the whole situation, she wasn’t going to let go the challenge she had unwittingly walked into.
“Embarrassed?” She said, “I’m not the one embarrassed. Who’s hiding himself with his hands?”
“Doing the same thing that you did the other night” was Arun’s pat reply, and this time she really went red: with anger, embarrassment, or excitement? I’m not sure, but this time she looked at Arun in the eye and then looked at him all over. As his cock was still erect with the soaping I had given him not a minute ago, he was having to crouch and keep his organ flattened between his legs, pressing it firmly with both hands to keep it down. But he still looked manly and sexy with his 5ft 8 inch frame and strong, muscular body. I was the opposite with my slender frame and soft muscles.
“You want me to take my hands away?” he asked, looking challengingly at Sweetie. This was an open challenge to which Sweetie responded:
“Oh you wouldn’t dare!” and I knew at once she had taken the bait: hook, line and sinker.
Arun took his hands off his erect cock and stood up normally…., it just took an instant; but there we were: what a spectacle…., my friend standing naked in front of my wife, his body all soapy and wet, his erect cock pointing straight at my wife as if in anticipation of something. Sweetie was so taken aback she uttered a small cry. Her eyes were transfixed on Arun’s cock and she was totally at a loss (with shock in fact) as how to react. Then she tried to laugh, took her eyes off Arun’s cock, looked at me, then looked at his cock again, looked to left as if suddenly remembering something, and then again at Arun’s hard, inviting organ. I can say with all certainty that apart from my own, Arun’s was the only other cock that she may have seen, live, at such close quarters at least.
She just about recovered and said,
“Toba (God forgive us)!” and tried a small laugh again, hoping to make light of the whole affair, but I could see how her face was flushing red. I, myself, felt totally helpless and weak during the entire situation. My friend (and guest), had just exposed his erect male organ to my wife in full view, and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it, in fact…., if the truth be told, didn’t want to stop it.
“Baray badmash hain aap (You’re one hell of a rascal)” she said to Arun, looking at him in the eye again.
“Now we’re equal” he said, “I saw you in the kitchen and you’ve seen me this way.” He had now moved behind me and his cock was out of Sweetie’s sight again. The smile and look on his face suggested as if he had just played a harmless practical joke rather than doing something which, by any social standards, would be considered outrageous, to say the least.
“Accha (Is that right)?” Sweetie said and laughed once more; then added, “You two finish your games, come out and I’ll have coffee ready for both of you” she said, not looking at us, and left immediately.
Arun decided (he was pretty much in control anyway) that we wouldn’t put on our clothes when we came out of the bathroom but only put on our towels around the waist. This was a very obvious provocation as our cocks were still quite hard with the eroticism implicit in the situation and all. So we came out with towels around our waists, our cocks bulging out in the front. Arun was in fact wearing the towel so low that one could almost see the upper part of his ass. When Sweetie brought the tea cups she was a little taken aback to see us like that and glancing at the bulging shape or our cocks, remarked, “I see, you didn’t satisfy yourselves.” I just grinned, a little stupidly, but Arun replied,
“We could do it now if you want to.” My heart almost jumped up to my throat. Were we about to have a mutual masturbating session in front of my wife!?
“No thanks” Sweetie replied, trying to appear indifferent about the suggestion, and not doing a bad job, but still I could tell that there was deep, dark part of her, which was excited and aroused by the whole bizarre scenario. All three of us sat down on the bed, had our tea and chatted casually as if there was nothing strange about the whole situation: an average, desi housewife sitting on the bed with her husband and his friend, both of them half naked, obviously aroused by her presence……, never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined such a scene. I had no idea what was still to come…..!!!
That night Arun requested that Sweetie may join us on the verandah wearing something a little more revealing than her “housewifish” kind of nightgown that she wore in front of Arun. “After all” was his reasoning, “You’ve seen everything of me; shouldn’t I get something in return?” So there we were, Sweetie wearing a very thin pink, silk gown that clearly showed the black lacy bra and panties she was wearing inside. Just a few days ago it would have been unthinkable for her to wear anything like that in front of anyone but her husband. “What is happening here” I was wondering, but getting hard nevertheless by the Sweetie’s sexy attire and the way Arun was openly admiring her figure.
I will be cutting a little short on the dialogue from now on, as it takes a lot of time. The conversation drifted once again (predictably), to whether I was again going to display my “hospitality” to Arun or not. It was promptly decided that I would, but more importantly, Arun managed to convince (not with too much of an effort, I thought) Sweetie to be present in the room while I “relieved him.”
“You’ve already seen what I have….” he said, smiling wickedly “and besides, your presence would make Sanju’s job easier.”
“How’s that” Sweetie asked, puzzled.
“I’ll come quicker if you are standing in front.” He replied, calmly.
“You’re absolutely the limit, you know” Sweetie said, flustered. But I could see how she was feeling the excitement, by the look of eager anticipation on her face.
I thought things could not go any more bizarre…, my wife in a thin, almost transparent nightgown, watching as I jerked of my friend!!! Well, I was wrong; things were to go a lot more bizarre than that.
Anyway, all three of us went inside Arun’s room where he removed his shorts with no signs of modesty or hesitation at all. Sweetie flinched as he laid bare his cock and reclined on the bed in his usual position. I sat down beside him and reached for his cock, feeling like some kind of medieval slave, serving his master.
“God, I really miss a woman in my life!” he exclaimed as I held his cock and felt it stiffening in my hand.
“Why don’t you get married again?” Sweetie asked.
“Why don’t you sit down?” Arun said, ignoring the question and pointing to the bed. Reluctantly, Sweetie sat down at the foot of the bed, which made her even closer to his cock, hardly 3-4 feet away. She could have leaned forward and grabbed his cock, or started sucking it. The vision of Sweetie sucking Arun’s cock came to my mind at that instant and the thought made me dizzy. As if on cue, Arun said:
“Suck it a little, would you?”
I was totally unprepared for this. I didn’t expect him to make this kind of demand in front of Sweetie, and of course it was naïve of me.
I looked at Sweetie who gave me an encouraging smile and said, “Go ahead, I would like to see this.”
I bent down and took his cock, for the second consecutive night, in my mouth and made a lame effort at doing a blow job. After hardly a minute or so, he said, “forget it; it needs a woman’s mouth” making a very obvious reference to Sweetie.
After I had switched to my hand again, he asked Sweetie to take off her gown. When she refused, he asked her to at least slip it down to her shoulders. This time she looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders as to say, what the heck!
My heart thumped as I watched my wife slip her gown down to the level where her bra started. As it was very silky, within a few seconds it had slipped down further and the top of her bra and her upper portion of her tits, the part not covered by her bra cups, was totally visible. She tried to cover it up again but it was no use as it kept coming down no matter how hard she tried.
“May as well leave it” I heard myself saying, my voice hoarse with excitement…, and she did!
I could feel Arun coming close to the peak, his pre-cum leaking out and wetting my hand, providing a natural lubricant to the strokes I was admitting to his hard tool.
“Please take it off…., just once” Arun pleaded, breathing hard now. Sweetie looked at me one final time and seeing no disapproval in my eyes, got up from the bed, and let her dress fall to the floor!!
She stood there, simply breathtaking, in just her lacy black bra and panties, looking good enough to eat. At that moment I wouldn’t have objected if Arun had asked her to remove her remaining articles of dress as well…..; hell, I would have seconded his request. But Arun was beyond the point where he could ask for anything more….., a few seconds later I felt his naked torso twitch, and he came hard, spraying his cum all over his own thighs, and spilling some of it on the bed covering.
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