Adultery He wanted to fuck my wife

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He wanted to fuck my wife
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I was pleasantly surprised when my wife Vineeta
told me that she and two of her female friends had
organised an out-of-town trip for the three couples.
In our family, such responsibilities generally rested
on me. Her friends were Neha and Sunita. I had
met them a few times as they were office
colleagues of Vineeta. Neha is a beautiful woman
of 25 years with a slim voluptuous figure. Sunita,
30, is rather buxom but is very curvaceous and
attractive. Vineeta, my wife, is above average in
looks and figure.
I had not met the husbands of Neha and Sunita
before. Naresh is Neha's husband, a good looking
man. Sunita's husband Subhash is somewhat
portly. We all met on the appointed day, and left
together. Our stay was booked in a resort located
well outside the city. We reached the resort in the
evening. After checking in and a quick wash, we
reached the disco-like dining hall. Cocktails were
ordered. Vineeta and her friends got engrossed in
chatting soon. They also included me and the
other two guys in the conversation. Instead of
enjoying the holiday, I was feeling a little
uncomfortable. The reason was Naresh. He was
paying much more attention to my wife than to the
other two ladies. In fact, he was fawning on her
and she seemed to welcome his overtures. While
talking, his hand would sometimes stray on her
thigh. Since she didn’t seem to mind, I ignored it.
In fact, I was hoping that I could do the same with
Neha but couldn’t muster the courage.
When Naresh asked Vineeta for a dance, she
accepted eagerly. He took her to the floor. Very
soon, he was dancing with her body pulled very
close to his. When a slow number came, he took
her to the far side of the hall behind the wall of
couples swaying to the music. They were outside
the field of my vision. I felt more uncomfortable
now. My feelings would have been assuaged if his
wife was in my arms on the floor. But I had didn’t
have the courage to take initiative. I had left the
decision to her.
Sometime later, I went to a rest room. When I was
in a closet, I heard a familiar voice. Naresh was
telling someone, "Vineeta is one hot piece of tail. I
wish l could screw her tonight."
It was the voice of Subhash that I heard next, "Who
wouldn’t want that? But she's married and her
husband is around!"
Naresh chuckled, "Is there a rule that you can't
fuck someone’s wife in this resort? And her
husband seems to be a sissy!"
“Okay, there is no such rule but what makes you
think she is willing to be fucked by you,” Subhash
asked.
“If she is not willing, I will make her willing. … If
only I could have her alone for some time!” Naresh
boasted.
"So, you think you are a Casanova?" Subhash
asked.
“Who else?” Naresh bragged again. “If you give me
some time alone with your wife, I can make her
want to be fucked by me too.”
“Hey! Leave my wife out of it,” Subhash blurted
out. “But I can keep Vineeta’s husband away from
her on one condition.”
“Condition! What is the condition?” Naresh
enquired.
“The condition is that after you have fucked her,
you will allow me to screw her as well,” Subhash
leered.
“Done my friend, you are on.” Naresh sounded
happy.
I was shocked by their brazenness. The scoundrels
were talking about fucking MY wife! I thought that
if I had the opportunity to fuck their wives, I
wouldn’t have spared them. But there was no
chance of such an opportunity coming my way. I
had to get my wife out of here. I had a suspicion
that Naresh, with his chocolatey looks and
charming demeanor, might actually pull off what
he had boasted about.
When I went back to our table, I tried to pull
Vineeta away from the group. She chided me,
"Don't be a spoilsport, Vijay. The night is young
and I'm enjoying myself. Go and take a walk on
the lawn. The fresh air will do you good."
I couldn't tell Vineeta what I had heard in the rest
room; the last thing I wanted to do was to create a
scene, with so many people around. I needed time
to think. I decided to go to our room and think
about my next course of action.
I ordered a large peg of Chivas Regal from room
service to muster some courage. As the Scotch
produced its effect on me, I became certain that
nothing would happen. If that self-proclaimed
Casanova tried his seduction routine on Vineeta,
she would slap him in the face. I remembered that
I had talked to her often about swinging but she
had never encouraged me. She had a boyfriend
before our marriage, and had given her virginity to
him. But after our marriage, it was a different
story. She was totally faithful to me, though I
would have preferred some variety. Sometimes I
envied her pre-marital coital experience which,
despite trying, I couldn’t manage to get. My
fantasy of swinging probably originated from the
inequality in our sexual experience but it remained
just that, a fantasy.
I took my drink to the balcony on the rear side of
the room and sat down, looking at the stars in the
sky. I was hoping that Neha and Sunita would not
leave my wife alone. I decided to wait half an hour
before re-joining the group. I had a good buzz
going. When I was about to get up, I heard voices
outside the room. One was my wife’s and the
other, a man's voice. I became alert, but for some
unknown reason, decided to remain hidden in the
balcony.
I closed the balcony door leaving the curtain
slightly open so that I could peek inside the room.
Just then the door opened. Vineeta came in
followed by Naresh.
"He's not here," she said. "Thanks for coming with
me to look for him. It is so nice of you."
"I am always happy to help a lady as charming as
you," it was the flattering voice of Naresh.
"Come on! I am nothing as compared to Neha!"
she showed her modesty.
“Neha used to be charming until some years ago,”
Naresh continued his flattery. “But her charm has
withered while you look as ravishing as ever.”
“Now, it’s you who is trying to charm me!” Vineeta
replied coyly. She went to the dressing table and
stood in front of the mirror. To my surprise, I saw
Naresh lock the door.
Vineeta, looking in the mirror, applied lipstick on
her lips. She turned to face Naresh. He was
standing very close. With a cunning smile on his
face, he said, "But I don’t seem to be having much
success."
"Have you forgotten about what you did in the
elevator?" she asked and patted him playfully.
"Oh, thank you for not turning me down," he said.
"Let me do it again please."
Naresh clasped my wife in his arms and placed his
eager mouth on her lips. She opened her luscious
lips. She began to respond to his kiss, it was only
a slight return of pressure, but it was enough of a
positive sign for Naresh to move on. Kissing her
more forcefully, he opened his mouth a little and
although I could not see it, I somehow knew that
he was pressing his tongue to my wife's lips in a
demand for entry. When Vineeta's jaw moved, I
knew that she had given admission to his insistent
tongue. I don't know what my wife was feeling, but
a tingle of excitement ran through me at this first
sign of her submission. That excitement grew
when I saw Naresh put his hand over Vineeta's
shoulder. And with slow stroking motions, he slid it
down onto her breast which he gently began to rub
and squeeze through her clothing.
I could hear Vineeta's breathing quicken under
Naresh's attentions. He started to pinch her nipple
through the thin material of her dress which made
her breathing noticeably heavier. My mouth went
dry when I heard the sound of sudden intake of
breath from Vineeta as Naresh moved his hand
onto her thighs, his fingers pressing into the
material over her pussy to rub gently at her
mound. My eyes flickered as I watched Naresh's
actions on my wife. Her eyes were closed as they
kissed. His hand squeezed and teased her breast
and nipple. Soon, his hand travelled to her groin to
rub at her pussy.
Without breaking the kiss, Naresh pulled Vineeta to
the sofa nearby and both of them sat on it close to
each other. Naresh placed his hand on her crotch
again. I heard Vineeta give a gasp and her legs,
which up to that point had been firmly together,
began to slowly open giving Naresh more freedom
to play with her pussy. The point came where my
wife was sitting with her legs spread wide while
Naresh rubbed at her through her clothes using his
whole hand. I watched with fascination as his
actions made her breathing quicker and louder.
Naresh slid his hand under her clothes between
her willing thighs.
Vineeta’s face radiated passion and desire as
Naresh slid his hand all the way up to her crotch.
He certainly was a fast worker.
"Lift up," he said.
Vineeta did. I could clearly see her panties now,
and so could Naresh. I watched as my wife closed
her eyes and Naresh cupped her pussy with his
hand. She moaned loudly as I saw Naresh's arm
moving to and fro. I imagined he had his fingers
inside her pussy, and was fingering her. He
pressed his lips again to Vineeta’s mouth and
began to kiss her passionately. Vineeta seemed to
be completely under his spell. When he thought
that he had her fully under his control, he pulled
away from her. He unwrapped her sari and took off
her blouse and bra. Vineeta was co-operating in
getting herself disrobed. As her bare breasts came
into view, Naresh began drooling with lust. His
fingers pulled and twisted her nipples sending
tremors through her body.
"We should go Naresh, the others would miss us,"
Vineeta whispered but her words lacked
conviction.
"Don’t worry, darling. Subhash will keep everyone
busy." Naresh took possession of her breasts, one
with his mouth and the other with his hand.
Vineeta seemed to be lost in pleasure. The way
she was sighing and purring was enough to
convince me that Naresh’s boast was not false.
After taking Vineeta to the height of desire, Naresh
unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. With
one swift motion, he got rid of his pants and
shorts. His penis was fully erect. Vineeta was
oblivious to all this as her eyes were closed.
Naresh pushed Vineeta’s petticoat up to her waist
and began to slide her panties down her thighs.
"Take them off," he said and she obediently
removed them to expose her wet pussy to him.
The sight of my wife’s bare boobs and bare pussy
made me hot and horny. I disrobed and started
stroking myself gently.
Naresh's hand returned to Vineeta’s pussy, his
fingers immediately slipping inside her, making her
moan loudly. Vineeta spread her legs wider to give
her lover better access to her cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you," Naresh spoke in a
commanding voice. His fingers were busy in their
mission. "I'm going to fuck you and cum inside
you!"
Vineeta didn’t protest. Naresh made her stand up
and turn around. She was facing the sofa now. He
asked her put her hands on the back-rest of sofa
and bend down. I immediately understood that the
bastard wanted to fuck my wife doggie style. It
was my favourite position too and Vineeta loved it.
Naresh came behind her. Neither of them could
see me enter the room as they were facing away
from me! He upturned her petticoat exposing her
buttocks.
Naresh adjusted his position behind Vineeta and
moistened his cock with saliva. It was average in
length and thickness. He positioned it at the
entrance of Vineeta's waiting cunt and bent over
her. … I was right behind him. All I had to do now
was to grab his hair and pull him back. He would
have landed on his back on the floor. But my
rampant cock was forcing me to stick to my
original decision! In a split second, I decided to
obey my cock and took my position. I caught
Naresh by his waist and pulled him towards me.
He grunted with pain when the head of my cock
forced its way inside his ass-hole. At the same
time, his cock lost contact with Vineeta’s pussy.
She asked with concern, “What happened?”
“I am being sodomised!” Naresh whined. I gave
him another forceful pull and my cock made more
progress. As he sighed again, Vineeta managed to
wriggle out of her position. Her face was a picture
of surprise when she looked at Naresh and me.
“VIJAY!” she exclaimed. “What is … I mean … I am
… I am sorry …”
“Oh! Are you sorry because your lover boy is
getting fucked by me instead of fucking you?” I
asked disdainfully.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” Vineeta protested
weakly.
“We will talk about that later,” I ordered. “Now get
my mobile phone and film us.”
Naresh began to protest but my wife obeyed me.
She stood on our side and began recording. I
asked her, “Are you getting a good view of my
cock in your lover boy’s ass.”
“He is not my lover boy!” she defended herself.
“And if you turn slightly to the left, I will get a
better view.”
I did as she asked and pushed forward; the cock
advanced by an inch and Naresh groaned again.
“What is it, Naresh?” My wife asked incredulously.
“Why are you groaning?”
He mumbled between laboured breaths, “Have you
ever taken it up your ass?”
Vineeta answered truthfully, “No, I haven’t. Is he
hurting you?”
“He is so thick! And my ass is dry. At least, ask
him to use some lubrication.”
“He is right, Vijay,” my wife agreed. “A dry fuck will
do no good to either of you.”
I took pity on Naresh and pulled out. I spread his
butt cheeks with my hands and spat on his ass-
hole. “This should be enough,” I said and re-
positioned my cock on his wet ass-hole.
“Please, be gentle,” Naresh pleaded.
TO BE CONTINUED
“If you loosen up, it will be less painful,” I said like
an experienced pro though it was my first shot at
ass-fucking. In any case, Naresh relaxed his
channel, and the lubrication also helped. In a
single minute, I was able to bury my cock into his
ass to the hilt, and he took it with relative ease
this time. I started fucking him with gentle strokes.
I asked Vineeta if there was any problem with the
recording. She replied that it was going perfectly. I
asked her to take some shots of our faces as well.
Our fucking continued apace and soon I found that
I was rather enjoying my first ass-fucking even
though the ass belonged to a man.
Still recording, Vineeta commented, “You never
told me that you are homosexual!”
“I am not homosexual,” I protested. “I have
discovered just now that I am bisexual. And your
lover boy has also become bisexual now, if he
wasn’t one before.”
"Vijay, get real! He isn’t my lover boy," Vineeta
protested.
I was far from impressed. Between somewhat
vigorous strokes, I demanded to know, “Then why
were you bending down on the sofa, presenting
your pussy to him? If my cock hadn’t intervened,
his cock would have been inside you!”
Vineeta surprised me with her words, “I was doing
it for you.”
This was strange. My wife was ready to be fucked
by this man for my sake. I didn’t understand her
logic. Meanwhile, the man in question had a tight
grip on my cock and I was enjoying the tightness
of his ass. My strokes had become powerful. I
enquired from my wife, “What would have I gained
from this, I mean if he had fucked you?”
“Are you so naïve?” Vineeta asked. “Don’t you
remember how many times you have talked about
swinging? I didn’t like it in the beginning but
gradually I came round to your point of view. I
mean … I felt that occasional swinging might be
good for us! I was looking forward to this trip to
fulfil your fantasy. I had an impression that you
fancied Neha. I thought that talking of wife-
swapping straight away with Neha and Naresh
would not work. Instead if I allowed Naresh to fuck
me, he would be obliged to have his wife fucked
by you.”
Naresh’s tight ass was now producing waves of
pleasure in my cock, waves which arose in my
cock and radiated outwards. To heighten the
pleasure, I began to ram him forcefully. I had full
recollection of what he had said in the men’s
room. I recounted everything to Vineeta. I told her
that after fucking her, he was going to offer her to
his friend Santosh instead of offering his wife to
me.
Vineeta was flabbergasted, “Oh my God! Naresh, is
that what you were planning to do? … After I had
been so good to you! You certainly deserve the
pounding you are getting. Vijay, batter him like a
ram. Make mincemeat of his ass. And do forgive
me for my stupidity!”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Now stop the recording and
come here.”
Vineeta switched the mobile off and came to me. I
put my arm around her waist and pulled her close.
My other hand was on Naresh’s waist, to prevent
the target of my attack from slipping away. I put
my lips on Vineeta’s mouth. She pushed her
tongue into my mouth. It was an altogether new
sensation; I mean kissing one person and fucking
another. After sometime, Vineeta and I broke apart.
She looked at my crotch and Naresh’s bottom, the
place where we were joined; she had a strange
look on her face, a very mischievous grin. She put
one of her hands on my buttock and said, “How
sexy it is looking! I didn’t know that seeing you
fuck him would be so exciting! Fuck him good.”
I continued pulling and pushing, feeding more of
my cock into the ass. Vineeta started kissing me
again. She was kissing my neck, my cheeks and
my lips. My excitement had reached new heights,
and I was grunting every time I pushed into
Naresh’s ass.
"Aaahhhhhh!" I grunted, "It is so fucking tight!" I
was moaning with every thrust now, and Vineeta
was doing all she could to heighten my pleasure.
My orgasm was close now. I gripped Naresh’s
waist tightly. I grunted and groaned as I thrust
wildly into his tight ass. Vineeta once again had
her arms around me and was tonguing my ear. An
animal growl erupted from the depth of my belly
as my cock began shooting jizz. Wave after wave
of pleasure swept through my body as semen
flowed out of my balls through my hard cock into
the pulsating cum-receptacle of Naresh.
After emptying my balls, I clung to Vineeta. I
kissed her deeply. We stayed locked together for
what seemed like an eternity. Ultimately, my cock
softened and slipped out. I loosened my hold on
Vineeta and she looked with a bemused face at
the semen running down the thighs of Naresh. He
dashed into the bathroom as soon as he became
free.
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Naresh got dressed and looked at us sheepishly as
if seeking permission from us to leave. Vineeta did
something I would not have expected from her.
She walked up to Naresh, kissed him on his cheek
and said kindly, “Thank you, Naresh. I hope you
would forgive Vijay if he had hurt you in the
beginning.”
I watched as Naresh left quietly. I couldn't believe
what had happened in the last hour or so. For the
first time in my life, I had watched a man almost
succeed in fucking my wife. I had not only
thwarted his design but had ended up fucking him.
Fucking a man, or for that matter anyone besides
my wife, was again a first for me. And I had
fucked him in full view of my wife, with active
encouragement from her.
After Naresh left, we had a shower together. Since
it was too late to go downstairs for dinner, I
ordered something from the room service. While
eating, we reviewed the happenings of the
evening. Vineeta expressed her feelings of remorse
once again but I brushed her apologies aside.
However, she was curious to know why I had
asked her to film the buggery. I told her that if
Naresh boasted to Subhash again about his
Casanova-like abilities, I will show the video to
Subhash.
After eating, we retired to bed. My romp with
Naresh had left me tired but I was unable to sleep.
The incidents of the evening were playing like a
film in my mind. And when the last scene came in
which I was buggering Naresh, I became aroused
again. Vineeta had fallen asleep. I crawled
between her legs. I began kissing and licking the
insides of her thighs gently, gradually moving
higher toward her warm pussy. Since she had only
a nightie on, her pussy was bare. I inhaled the rich
scent of her womanhood. When my mouth
reached the junction of her legs, I nibbled at the
puffy and soft outer lips of her pussy.
Vineeta woke up with a start. She looked scared.
When she saw me between her thighs, she relaxed
and smiled encouragingly. I ran my tongue along
her slit, gently probing inside, and licking at her
inner lips, while my wife groaned with arousal. I
continued probing and exploring the inside of her
tunnel with my tongue. Finally, I covered her entire
pubic mound with my mouth. I made long licks,
starting at the bottom end of her slit, and running
along its entire length to her clitoris at the top.
Then I lightly sucked on her clit. By now, Vineeta
was groaning loudly, rhythmically bucking her hips
against the workings of my tongue. I continued
licking her pussy until she raised her hips off the
bed and cried out in orgasm. I kept licking her
through and after her climax, until she reached
down and pushed my head away. My face was wet
with her juices.
"Oh dear, fuck me now," Vineeta gasped, pulling
me on top of herself. She adjusted my cock
against her pussy. Before I knew, the head of my
cock pushed against her pussy lips, parted them,
and slipped inside. She groaned with excitement
as I pushed the rest of my cock inside her
welcoming pussy. She was well-lubricated from
my oral ministrations, and in no time, my cock was
buried to the hilt inside her. We started mating
slowly and gently. She was rhythmically clenching
her cunt-muscles around my shaft. The sensation
was bewitching.
Before long, Vineeta's breathing grew ragged. "Oh
God," she panted, "Fuck me hard. I'm going to
come!" After hearing her entreaty, I began to pound
into her with all my might. She was meeting my
strokes half-way by raising her pelvis. Her mouth
opened in a silent cry as her orgasm slowly built
up. Finally, she came with a loud cry, clenching her
pussy tightly around my shaft. This was more than
enough to send me over the edge. I cried out in
ecstasy as my cock exploded inside her, filling her
pussy with my cum.
We lay in each other’s arms for a long time
afterwards, catching our breath and basking in the
afterglow of absolutely ecstatic sex which we had
experienced after a long while. Finally, Vineeta
broke the silence. "That was incredible!" she
exclaimed. "I haven’t come like this in a long, long
time! If half-swinging can charge you up like this,
what will full swinging do!"
“Half-swinging?” I asked. “Oh, you mean I was able
to fuck that stud but you didn’t get the taste of his
sexual prowess!”
“No, that’s not what I meant,” Vineeta replied. “I
am wondering if a man’s ass can re-invigorate you
so much, what will be the effect of his wife’s
pussy on your vigour.”
“His wife’s pussy!” I wondered aloud. “After what I
have done to him, why would he offer his wife’s
pussy to me? And why would you allow me to
partake of her pussy?”
“Let me think about it,” Vineeta said cryptically and
went to sleep. But her words drove sleep away
from me. I had thought about fucking Neha but it
was just a tempting thought and nothing more.
When Vineeta had said earlier that she thought I
fancied Neha, she hadn’t been off the mark. But I
didn’t think it was possible. But if it could happen
… image of Neha began to float before my eyes …
and it was a very enticing image! I don’t know
when I drifted into sleep but images of Neha kept
haunting me in my dreams. In one such dream,
Neha had me lying naked on the bed and her
mouth was clamped around my cock. Her tongue
was sliding around the head of my dick. Her lips
were moving up and down the length of my cock.
Soon she had my dick head touching the back of
her throat. She was giving me the best blow job of
my life. I was just lying back with my eyes closed
and enjoying myself. When she took me the brink
of cumming, I pushed her head back and opened
my eyes. She asked, “You don’t want to cum yet?”
I was bewildered because it was Vineeta speaking
to me. So this was not a dream! It was my wife
waking me up by a blow job! I didn’t know what to
say. She spoke again, “It’s alright if you want to
cum in my pussy!” She straddled me and adjusted
her pussy on my cock. She sank down slowly,
engulfing my cock in her pussy. The pressure of
her cunt muscles around my cock was producing a
heavenly sensation. Vineeta spoke again, “This is
unbelievable! In less than eight hours, you have
fucked Naresh, you have fucked me and you are
fucking me again. You are becoming a stud. To
complete your transformation, we must carry this
swinging forward.”
What I was dreaming throughout the night came
back to me. The image of a naked Neha doing
things to me was tempting but it couldn’t be true.
Between her gentle up and down movements,
Vineeta asked me again, “Now, don’t be shy. Do
you want to fuck Neha or not?”
I didn’t want to say something that I would regret
later. The fate had been kind to me so far but
stretching its kindness too much could be
dangerous. I said diplomatically, “I want to fuck
only you.”
“Of course you can fuck me any time, as you doing
now,” Vineeta didn’t want to let up. “But you did
enjoy fucking Naresh. Why wouldn’t you want to
fuck Neha?”
“I … er… I mean why would you let me?” I spoke
cautiously, not denying that I wanted to fuck Neha
but throwing the ball back to her.
“Well, I have to admit that watching you fuck
Naresh was extremely exciting. You have read
about cuckold husbands who enjoy watching their
wives fucked. I think I am a cuckold wife. I enjoy
watching you fuck others.” Vineeta explained while
continuing her fucking movements.
“A cuckold wife!” I exclaimed. “Cuckold is a term
reserved for husbands.”
“Okay, I have coined a new term,” she replied. “I
am a she-cuckold! And I want to watch you fuck
Neha now.”
“Someday, I am going to write a story about a she-
cuckold. But why would Neha agree to this?”
“The video, stupid!” Vineeta said. “If that video can
keep Naresh silent, it can also persuade his wife to
submit to you. Imagine what would she do if I
show her this video and tell her that she has two
choices. Either she gets fucked by my husband or
all our friends will watch her husband getting
fucked by my husband!”
Vineeta’s thrusts had become powerful. I was
relishing them, and I was relishing the prospect of
fucking Neha; but I had my principles. I took the
moral high ground, “I don’t want to deny that the
idea of fucking Neha is tempting but I can’t fuck
anyone by blackmailing her or him.”
By now, Vineeta was gasping and grunting, seeking
a release. I held her hips and started thrusting
from below. I slipped one hand between her thighs
and started rubbing her clitoris. This took her to
the brink of orgasm. I was getting close too.
Vineeta clamped her internal muscles, milking me.
I arched my back, slamming my cock as deep
inside her cunt as I could and started shooting my
juices inside her. Between her gasps, she said, “I
won’t blackmail her.”
TO BE CONTINUED
All of us met in the morning for breakfast. Sunita,
Subhash, Neha and Vineeta were their usual self,
chatting and laughing, but Naresh and I were quiet.
Whenever my gaze fell on Naresh, he would lower
his head. Vineeta noticed it too but said nothing.
We, the men, had planned a trek in the morning
but I opted out of it as I was feeling uncomfortable
in the presence of Naresh. The feeling seemed to
be mutual as he appeared to be visibly relieved
when I said that I was staying back. The ladies
went to the spa for some beauty treatment that
they had booked.
I went to the pool room but got bored soon. In half
an hour, I was back in my room. I tried watching
TV but found nothing of interest. I decided just to
laze. My thoughts returned to Neha. Though I was
glad that I had dissuaded Vineeta from
blackmailing her, Neha hadn’t vanished from my
thoughts. I was imagining what she would look like
when she disrobed. Would she like the room to be
darkened when she disrobed in my presence or
would she do it with the lights on? My thoughts
were interrupted by a knock on the door.
When I opened the door, I found Vineeta and Neha
outside. Neha’s eyes were downcast. Vineeta
pushed her into the room past me. I looked at her
questioningly. With a broad grin on her face, she
said, “Can you imagine what happened when I told
Neha about what her husband did to me last
evening? She told me that she knew of her
husband’s interest in me and that she too has a
crush on you. She had broached the idea of
swapping to Naresh, I mean swapping with you
and me, but he just dilly-dallied. Neha, tell him
what you had told me.”
Neha appeared to be gathering courage for some
seconds, and then spoke, “It is not easy for me but
to clear the air, I was hoping for some progress on
the swapping issue during this trip. When Vineeta
told me that Naresh unilaterally made his move on
her without giving a thought to other two partners,
I was incensed. It is lucky for all of us that he was
stopped at the last moment.”
I spoke to my wife disapprovingly, “You told her
everything! Was it necessary?”
“I don’t know but when I told her about what you
did, she didn’t believe me,” Vineeta replied. “So I
had to show her the video. She found it incredible!
She was so impressed with your size and stamina
that I made her an offer.”
“Offer? What kind of offer?” I was puzzled.
“I had told you about my cuckold nature or rather
she-cuckold nature!” she replied. “I offered to have
her fucked by you provided that I got to watch.
Won’t it be great?”
I was of course delighted. I could fulfil my fantasy
of fucking Neha. No blackmailing was required. My
wife not only approved but had, in fact, engineered
it. What more could a man ask for? But for the
sake of appearances, I had to show my reluctance.
“This is so unexpected! I don’t know how I can
thank you two, but to do it behind the back of
Naresh …”
Neha cut me short, “Wasn’t he doing it with your
wife behind your back? Did he involve you and
me? And to tell the truth, if you can fuck my
husband without my knowledge, you can fuck me
without my husband’s knowledge as well.”
“I am sorry for fucking him without your
knowledge,” I apologised. “I was so put off by
what he was doing that I decided to punish him on
the spur of the moment.”
“He had wronged you and you had every right to
punish him,” Neha said. “But he has wronged me
as well and I have the right to punish him. Won’t
you help me punish him by fucking his wife?”
“Isn’t that logical?” my wife asked. “I will be glad if
she avenges herself. My only regret is that she
wants to do it privately the first time. Next time
onwards, I can watch! Neha, take him to your
room.”
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This was unbelievable, I mean, my wife asking her
woman friend to take me to her room and get
fucked by me! How many men are indulged like
this by their wives? I thought that I must be among
the lucky few.
"Let's go," Neha said. She took my hand, and we
walked away to her room with my wife watching.
As soon as we entered her room, Neha bolted the
door and pounced on me. She pushed me against
the closed door and started kissing me wantonly.
She guided my hand under her T-shirt. I slid my
palm over her firm abdomen. Moving my hand up,
I felt under the curve of each breast and then
around the half-globes. I slowly pushed the shirt
and the bra up. The sight of her bare boobs
enchanted me. I had dreamed of this sight
countless times. For the first time, I had real
access to her luscious breasts, not only visual but
also manual.
I circled the nipples, being very careful not to
touch them, moving close and then darting away.
Her breathing quickened as my fingers glided first
over one and then the other stiffening bud. Leaving
her breasts, I slid my hand down cupping her
vulva. Teasing her, I pushed my middle finger into
her moist slit. At the same time I leaned over and
sucked on the nipple closest to me. After having
my fill of one nipple, I moved to the other.
I pulled the shirt over Neha’s head and threw it
away. I had to struggle to unfasten her bra.
Somehow, I managed to get it off. I was impatient
to see her naked now. I unzipped her jeans and
pushed them down her legs. I quickly pushed my
fingers under the elastic of her panties and jerked
them down her legs, leaving her completely naked.
I looked hungrily at her captivating beauty. While I
was lost in gazing at this heavenly vision, Neha
moved swiftly and divested me of my clothes. I
regained my senses when I heard her exclaim, “Oh,
just like in the video!” She was looking dreamily at
my slowly hardening cock.
We moved to the bed. I pulled Neha next to me
and clamped my mouth on her lips. She opened
her mouth and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I
could hear her breathing quicken as our tongues
duelled. My hand moved from her waist to her
bosom and I started to fondle her boobs. I heard
the sound of a sudden intake of breath from her as
I pinched at her nipple. Her eyes were open as we
kissed but they seemed locked to mine as though
she was transfixed. My hand continued to squeeze
and tease her breasts and nipples.
Neha placed her hand over mine and pushed it
down over her belly until it reached the junction of
her thighs. I obeyed her silent command and
began to tickle her pussy with my fingers. Her legs
slowly opened giving me better access to her
pussy. I pushed one finger slowly inside her and
started fingering her pussy. She let out a deep
moan and opened her legs wider. She put her
hand on top of mine and moved my fingers into
her now very wet pussy. As I fingered her tight
cunt, I felt another finger slide in alongside mine. It
was hers. Now we were both pumping in and out
of her pussy together.
I disentangled my tongue and lips from Neha’s. I
pushed her flat on her back and moved my head
over her heaving chest. I parted my lips and
clamped them over her nipple. I sucked and
nibbled at her nipple. I withdrew my hand from her
vulva and placed it over her left boob. The
combination of my oral and manual assault on her
tits raised the excitement of Neha to a new level.
Her finger was moving rapidly in and out of her
pussy.
After a while, she pulled out her wet finger and
whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck me with
your tongue."
I gladly knelt down between her legs which she
had spread wide, revealing her smooth and inviting
cunt. I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and
started to lick her from her cunt to her clit. She
started to squirm as I nibbled gently on her clit.
Then I drove my tongue into her pulsating slit and
started thrusting it in and out in fucking motion.
Her hand was on the back of my head pushing it
hard into her cunt. "Ohh yeah!" she groaned.
"That's it … oh fuck … oh God!" She was thrusting
her pelvis at my face and her thighs were
squeezing my head.
"Yes … Oh yes … FUCK!" Neha screamed as her
body quivered and she exploded into an orgasm. I
lapped up her juices as she recovered from her
climax.
Neha pulled my head up to hers and kissed me
hard, tasting her juices off my face and said,
"Thank you. Now it's my turn."
My cock was nearly bursting from arousal. I got up
and we changed positions. Now Neha was
kneeling between my legs. Her mouth descended
on the head of my cock. Teasingly, she twirled her
tongue around the sensitive area on the underside.
Soon she switched to licking up and down the
entire length of the shaft, finally reaching my balls.
After licking my balls, she returned to the cock-
head and clamped her lips around it. Her mouth
gradually sank lower, taking more and more of my
cock inside. Soon, I was enjoying her expert blow
job. She raised her head and said to me through a
naughty grin, "You don't want to finish yet, do
you?"
Neha continued to massage my cock with her
hand. In reply, I slid my hand over her stomach to
her clit only to find her other hand already there. I
looked at her and she smiled, "Can we do it
together again?"
Both of us had our fingers in her pussy again and
she had one hand around my cock. I could feel
Neha getting very wet again so I withdrew my
finger and pulled her on top of me so that she was
straddling my prostrate body. She positioned
herself on me, adjusting the tip of my cock against
her pussy. She slowly sank down, taking my rock
hard cock smoothly inside her receptive pussy.
She started to rock back and forth rubbing her clit
against my pelvis.
As Neha started gathering speed, I began to thrust
my pelvis up to send my cock deep inside her. I
could feel my orgasm building up and I could also
feel Neha's body tensing in anticipation. Just as I
was about to explode, she stopped herself on a
downward thrust and pinned me down. In a
minute, the sensation passed. When she found me
looking at her pleadingly, she said, "You know
Naresh has always been after my ass but I could
never muster the courage to get my ass fucked.
When I saw him getting fucked in the ass, I
thought I should try it as well. Would you like to
fuck my ass?"
I couldn't believe my luck; first I get to fuck Neha
and now she is offering her ass to me! I nodded
quickly before she could change her mind.
Neha got off me and assumed the ass-fuck
position, kneeling on her elbows and knees. I had a
clear view of her puckered hole. It looked very
tempting but also very tight. I realised that I could
damage it if I wasn’t careful. I applied saliva on it.
I put my index finger on the hole and tried to insert
it very slowly and very gently after asking Neha to
keep the hole relaxed. With her co-operation, I
succeeded in inserting my finger to the hilt. Neha
told me that she was okay. I rotated the finger
clockwise and anti-clockwise for some time. When
her ass-hole became a little loose, I spat on it and
added another finger. With patience, I was able to
insert two fingers inside her ass-hole without
causing her much pain. I began to stretch my
fingers wider, taking my time. After a few minutes
of patience from me and co-operation from her, I
made her ass-hole ready to be fucked. Neha also
said as much, “It’s enough. I am ready for your
cock now.”
It was once-in-a-life-time moment for me. I was
thinking that busting the ass cherry of a husband-
wife pair must be a rare privilege! I spread Neha’s
ass cheeks with my palms and her ass hole with
my thumbs. I spat hard on her ass hole so that
some saliva reached inside. I put my cock against
her hole and gave a gentle thrust. Nothing
happened. I tried again but the result was the
same. Neha admonished me, “Don’t be so gentle.”
She rested her shoulders and head on the bed and
extended her hands backwards, towards her
buttocks. She spread her buttocks apart with her
hands and said, “Try now and push harder.”
This made my hands free. I used one hand to
steady her waist and used the other to keep my
cock on its target. I gave a firm push. Neha
winced with pain as the head of my cock forced
its way past her anal sphincter. On hearing her cry,
I said, “Oh, I am sorry. I am taking it out.”
Despite her pain, Neha clenched her sphincter
around my cock to prevent it from slipping out and
said, “No! Don’t withdraw. … I have heard that the
first few seconds are uncomfortable. Let me get
used to it.”
I waited for Neha to regain her composure and
comfort, and tried to lessen her pain with words of
encouragement, “You are much braver than I had
imagined! Even Vineeta would baulk if I tried to
push it up her ass.”
“What? She hasn’t taken it in her ass!” Neha
exclaimed. “But you need not worry. After we are
finished, I will persuade her to try it. … And I am
okay now. You can re-start.”
After a few firm thrusts, I was fully in … in her ass
to the hilt. It was a novel sensation. Her ass was
tighter than a pussy but softer than a man’s ass!
Neha began to groan as I started pumping in and
out of her tight ass-hole. Soon she was pushing
back as I thrust forward to get my cock as deep as
possible.
"Ooohhh yeah!" Neha grunted. "It’s sooo good!
Fuck me hard! Yes, fuck my ass!"
My strokes became powerful. I was going as hard
as I could. The sensations her ass was generating
in my cock were exquisite. The excitement of
fucking a woman in the ass for the first time took
me close to cumming.
"I AM CUMMING!" I cried in ecstasy as I thrust
deep into her ass-hole.
"YES! I AM CUMMING TOO!" She screamed. "Fill
my ass with your cum!! Give it to me!"
I let go and shot my cum deep into her ass, spurt
after spurt. I kept going till I was completely
drained, and then I collapsed on her, flattening her
beneath me.
"Oh my God, it’s unbelievable!" Neha said. “No one
told me that ass-fucking could be so bloody
good!”
"Even I didn’t know," I agreed. “You were
fantastic.”
As soon as we disentangled, the phone started
ringing. Neha picked up the receiver. I could hear
only our side of the conversation. After the call
ended, Neha told me, “Vineeta is waiting for us in
your room. She wants us to hurry. You, your dear
wife and I are going to have a threesome!”
As we left the room, I was thinking, “Life has never
been so good!”
*******************************************************
Our threesomes continued throughout the trip.
Neha had told us about her swapping plans and
Vineeta wasn’t disinclined. Therefore, I was feeling
somewhat guilty that Naresh was being kept out of
the party. I raised the subject once but Neha
rejected it, “Let him first atone for what he tried
behind my back. When his atonement is over, I will
think of letting him join us.”
After hearing her words, my feelings of guilt
disappeared. Stories apart, the truth is that no man
would like to have his wife fucked by other men if
it can be avoided, even though he may be lusting
after their wives. I have admitted that I wanted to
fuck Neha. I would have agreed to have my wife
fucked by Naresh if that was the only way to get at
his wife. But now the situation was different. His
wife was getting fucked by me, front and back,
without any condition. As such, it would be stupid
of me to offer my wife to Naresh!
THE END
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