10-02-2019, 06:51 PM
Then I asked her, “How could you say yes to see someone who’s already married?” Nurit replied with just one word that she was ‘bi-sexual’. At that time, our parents intervened and invited us inside.
Everything depended on my answer. I felt like I was on a cliffhanger. On one hand, if I marry again, my wife Pooja will feel betrayed and heartbroken. On the other hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about Nurit’s body and her ‘bi-sexual’ answer a while ago made it all the more exciting. I decided to give it a chance and said yes to marry Nurit, thinking if everything works out well, then Pooja, Nurit and myself will have the hottest sex sessions every day.
Nurit shifted to my apartment in a week. In a month, I married Nurit in a small wedding ceremony. Everything went on well but the only question that haunted me was how to tell this to my first wife Pooja. Nurit looked stunning in her traditional '. bridal dress and I was so excited to fuck her in our first night.
On our first night, I was waiting for Nurit in my bed. She took a while but then she called me on the phone and asked me to come to the other bedroom which belonged to Pooja. When I entered the bedroom, I was in for a surprise.
The room was lit by only candles and in the bed was Nurit wearing Pooja’s sexy transparent red saree with a black sleeveless blouse. She looked magnificent in that saree.
As I was approaching towards her to grab her body, she did this amazingly erotic stuff. She took a glass of milk and poured it down through her cleavage and then onto both her arms. As I was about to get on top of her, she stopped me by placing her leg on my chest and asked me to remove her saree. I swiftly removed her saree and there she was again wearing Pooja’s panties.
At first, I took a bite of her pussy over the panties itself. Then I quickly took it off and attacked her pussy with my mouth. With my suddenness, Nurit’s body jerked and she quickly sat on the bed to feel my hair, which in turn made the milk she poured on her body flowed down to her pussy through her nectar navel. The combination of her pussy and the milk tasted great. After licking her pussy, I moved onto her navel.
My second wife now laid back on the bed. I kissed her navel by grabbing both her melons over Pooja’s blouse and pressed them hard, making her moan loudly.
Then I moved further up and tore away her blouse and gulped her melons one after the other by biting and licking them fiercely. The fact that the milk was flowing on them made my licking more intense, so was Nurit’s moaning. Then I kissed her arms and quickly moved to her sexy erotic armpits. Nurit’s armpit smelled and tasted like both Pooja’s and her own self. It made my dick’s girth hardest ever, so I knew I couldn’t last anymore.
Everything depended on my answer. I felt like I was on a cliffhanger. On one hand, if I marry again, my wife Pooja will feel betrayed and heartbroken. On the other hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about Nurit’s body and her ‘bi-sexual’ answer a while ago made it all the more exciting. I decided to give it a chance and said yes to marry Nurit, thinking if everything works out well, then Pooja, Nurit and myself will have the hottest sex sessions every day.
Nurit shifted to my apartment in a week. In a month, I married Nurit in a small wedding ceremony. Everything went on well but the only question that haunted me was how to tell this to my first wife Pooja. Nurit looked stunning in her traditional '. bridal dress and I was so excited to fuck her in our first night.
On our first night, I was waiting for Nurit in my bed. She took a while but then she called me on the phone and asked me to come to the other bedroom which belonged to Pooja. When I entered the bedroom, I was in for a surprise.
The room was lit by only candles and in the bed was Nurit wearing Pooja’s sexy transparent red saree with a black sleeveless blouse. She looked magnificent in that saree.
As I was approaching towards her to grab her body, she did this amazingly erotic stuff. She took a glass of milk and poured it down through her cleavage and then onto both her arms. As I was about to get on top of her, she stopped me by placing her leg on my chest and asked me to remove her saree. I swiftly removed her saree and there she was again wearing Pooja’s panties.
At first, I took a bite of her pussy over the panties itself. Then I quickly took it off and attacked her pussy with my mouth. With my suddenness, Nurit’s body jerked and she quickly sat on the bed to feel my hair, which in turn made the milk she poured on her body flowed down to her pussy through her nectar navel. The combination of her pussy and the milk tasted great. After licking her pussy, I moved onto her navel.
My second wife now laid back on the bed. I kissed her navel by grabbing both her melons over Pooja’s blouse and pressed them hard, making her moan loudly.
Then I moved further up and tore away her blouse and gulped her melons one after the other by biting and licking them fiercely. The fact that the milk was flowing on them made my licking more intense, so was Nurit’s moaning. Then I kissed her arms and quickly moved to her sexy erotic armpits. Nurit’s armpit smelled and tasted like both Pooja’s and her own self. It made my dick’s girth hardest ever, so I knew I couldn’t last anymore.