08-11-2018, 02:12 AM
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The married couple looked at each other, both more aroused than ever before. After calming down a little, Siddharth took Anitya's hand and led her upstairs to continue their tour. All the bedroom doors were open, and there were naked bodies everywhere. In the master bedroom a tall and strong man was fucking a pretty curly haired woman missionary style. Three other guys stood in line waiting their turn, all of them naked and stroking their cocks. One of the guys noticed Anitya and approached her. "I'm Javed," he said with a movie star smile. "You must be Anitya."
"How do you know my name?" Anitya asked startled.
The Javed's smile widened. "Word travels fast," he said appreciatively looking Anitya up and down. He noticed her flushed cheeks and erect nipples. "Having fun?"
"It's ... interesting," she said, again not knowing where to direct her eyes. Javed was complete nude and his big hard cock was pointing straight at her.
"That's Ashwini on the bed, with Bunty," Javed said pointing at the bed, like a sports announcer doing the announcements. As he spoke he put his arm around Anitya's waist. "That's Rakesh over there, Ashwini's husband." Rakesh sat a few feet from the bed, stroking himself as he watched Bunty fuck his wife. In contrast to Ravi, Rakesh looked the part of a cuckold husband. Balding, big gut, his pudgy fingers wrapped around a small cock. He looked so different from his wife Ashwini. Her belly was flabby and her big breasts sagged (both probably from childbirth), but her legs were shapely and she had a pretty face.
"Ashwini's very horny," Javed continued, caressing Anitya's back. "She can't get enough."
"I see that," Anitya replied seeing the line of bulls and feeling Javed's fingers slowly tracing up her side.
Javed understood Anitya's meaning and laughed. "Oh, me and my boys aren't waiting our turn. We're letting Bunty warm Ashwini up, then we'll join in."
"Oh," Anitya said, the idea of Ashwini taking on all 4 black men at the same time sinking in. She could imagine where three of them would go, but what would the fourth one do? The possibilities made her shuddered, and she forgot about Javed for a moment, but then she felt his fingers trail up the side of her breast. Still watching Ashwini and Bunty, Javed cupped Anitya's breast with his large hand.
"You don't mind, do you?" Javed said smiling at Siddharth.
Siddharth looked frozen in place, and Anitya realized he'd been watching Javed and her, not the action on the bed. Siddharth shook his head. Javed winked at Siddharth and then Anitya felt him rub her nipple between his thumb and finger through the thin material of her dress (she hadn't worn a bra). She moaned, at the same time seeing the look of complete lust on her husband's face.
"Siddharth, Anitya's glass is empty," Javed said authoritatively. "Get her a refill, okay? I could use one too."
It bothered Siddharth at being ordered around by Javed, especially in front of Anitya. But his face felt hot with excitement. "What are you drinking?" he heard himself ask.
"Red bull, what else," he said laughing. "With a shot of vodka."
"How do you know my name?" Anitya asked startled.
The Javed's smile widened. "Word travels fast," he said appreciatively looking Anitya up and down. He noticed her flushed cheeks and erect nipples. "Having fun?"
"It's ... interesting," she said, again not knowing where to direct her eyes. Javed was complete nude and his big hard cock was pointing straight at her.
"That's Ashwini on the bed, with Bunty," Javed said pointing at the bed, like a sports announcer doing the announcements. As he spoke he put his arm around Anitya's waist. "That's Rakesh over there, Ashwini's husband." Rakesh sat a few feet from the bed, stroking himself as he watched Bunty fuck his wife. In contrast to Ravi, Rakesh looked the part of a cuckold husband. Balding, big gut, his pudgy fingers wrapped around a small cock. He looked so different from his wife Ashwini. Her belly was flabby and her big breasts sagged (both probably from childbirth), but her legs were shapely and she had a pretty face.
"Ashwini's very horny," Javed continued, caressing Anitya's back. "She can't get enough."
"I see that," Anitya replied seeing the line of bulls and feeling Javed's fingers slowly tracing up her side.
Javed understood Anitya's meaning and laughed. "Oh, me and my boys aren't waiting our turn. We're letting Bunty warm Ashwini up, then we'll join in."
"Oh," Anitya said, the idea of Ashwini taking on all 4 black men at the same time sinking in. She could imagine where three of them would go, but what would the fourth one do? The possibilities made her shuddered, and she forgot about Javed for a moment, but then she felt his fingers trail up the side of her breast. Still watching Ashwini and Bunty, Javed cupped Anitya's breast with his large hand.
"You don't mind, do you?" Javed said smiling at Siddharth.
Siddharth looked frozen in place, and Anitya realized he'd been watching Javed and her, not the action on the bed. Siddharth shook his head. Javed winked at Siddharth and then Anitya felt him rub her nipple between his thumb and finger through the thin material of her dress (she hadn't worn a bra). She moaned, at the same time seeing the look of complete lust on her husband's face.
"Siddharth, Anitya's glass is empty," Javed said authoritatively. "Get her a refill, okay? I could use one too."
It bothered Siddharth at being ordered around by Javed, especially in front of Anitya. But his face felt hot with excitement. "What are you drinking?" he heard himself ask.
"Red bull, what else," he said laughing. "With a shot of vodka."
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