24-04-2019, 02:50 PM
"Good, get used to it." I grabbed her hand and got her rubbing my cock. "Tell me all the things that turn you on about us, that will get me rock hard."
"Oh, I just love how you came to this house, saw me, decided you wanted me and had me, hmm, your sexy white man body is so sexy, you make love to me so well, hmm, not just that, how you took over, made everything better, Son looks at you like you are his father, so impressive, winning his respect like that, seeing my boy with his white father, hmmmm! Yes! Knowing he has a strong father figure, hmmm, knowing he can hear his Indian mother be taken by his white father, ohhh I love that, he knows you're the man and can hear it too, oh yes, oh yes!"
All that talk had got me instantly hard, "Yes. You just wait till the wedding, I'm making sure to invite all my single white friends. You bring the unsatisfied Indian women, mass Indian and white interracial sex."
She rubbed her clit as I told her this. "That will make me so excited to see: Indian women giving themselves to white men, I can't wait."
*
After the white wedding, with her in an apt white wedding dress and me in a suit, we were at the reception, where the real fun was to begin. I encouraged my white friends to hit up conversations with any good looking Indian women they saw. Me and the wife (I can say that now) sat and watched all the interracial flirting take place. We were touching each other behind the table.
We saw a slim, very pretty young Indian woman flirting with my cousin Tim. He towered over here, kneeling down to whisper into her ear, she was blushing and grinning widely. She ran over to her mom and dad and said something to them.
I saw her father hand her a condom, she had a sour look on her face when she held it, she then threw it on the ground and shouted, "Dad, I'm having sex with a white man, your size won't fit him! God! Mom, I came for you, he has a friend that wants to meet you," she dragged her beaming mom by the arm, leaving the father there by himself. We later saw mother and daughter both walk out with their white lovers.
Priya got very excited when she saw her sister Sunita getting hit-on by my best friend Mark. Mark and Sunita hit it off so well that we later saw them in the corner of the hall, sharing light-kisses. The hotel was going to be loud, we knew that. All in all we must have seen half-a-dozen white/Indian couples made that night. We both got very turned-on seeing those traditionally-dressed Indian women going off with white men.
When the reception was winding down, Son approached me with a concerned expression. Standing a little behind him was his cousin, Sanjay, who is the son of Sunita.
"Sorry to bother you Dad, but Sanjay's mom told me that Sanjayth has to stay in my hotel room tonight because she's taking that white man to her room, is it ok if he stays in my room?"
"Oh sure thing, Son!" I said with a beaming smile. I dug into my pocket and gave him a handful of dollar notes, "Should be enough there if you have to pay extra, if not use that money, treat yourself, you earned it Son."
"Thank you Dad."
"Not a problem, Son. Also, let your cousin know that his mother is getting a great white lover, I know the man she's with very well," I nudged closer and said in a hushed tone, "Tell him why he should be happy about this, tell him to be nice to his mother's new man, ok?"
"Got you. Thanks again Dad." He walked over to his cousin, showing him the money I gave him. Afterwards me and the wife went in the limo and went to the hotel.
When we got to our hotel room at 5pm, my wife took of her dress to show her all-white bridal lingerie ensemble, with a lacy bra, thong and stockings.
"White looks best on you," I said standing fully naked.
"Yes, it always has. Now, it's official."
"Yes, everyone will know that Priya Patel-Stevens is an Indian woman that takes white cock." I walked over to her and kissed her while putting my hands on her ass. I then took her underwear off, got her on the bed and did my best to break it as I plowed the fuck out of my sexy Indian wife.
In the evening, I went down to the bar. I saw my cousin Tim and his friend Greg, both had gotten themselves an Indian woman.
"I'm buying," said Tim. "You hooked me up that tight flexible horny fucking chick I got in my bedroom, I have to thank you."
"Same for me," said Greg, "I got that chick's mom, she's so wants it, I can't believe how much she does. They both right now in the shower, cleaning each other up, talking about the huge cocks they had! Never met women so eager."
"Yeah, Greg. Best thing is, since they mother and daughter, they live in the same house, so I can hang with my pal while I fuck her."
We clinked glasses in celebration. Being with fellow white guys that took Indian women as their own was a huge turn-on for me.
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"Oh, I just love how you came to this house, saw me, decided you wanted me and had me, hmm, your sexy white man body is so sexy, you make love to me so well, hmm, not just that, how you took over, made everything better, Son looks at you like you are his father, so impressive, winning his respect like that, seeing my boy with his white father, hmmmm! Yes! Knowing he has a strong father figure, hmmm, knowing he can hear his Indian mother be taken by his white father, ohhh I love that, he knows you're the man and can hear it too, oh yes, oh yes!"
All that talk had got me instantly hard, "Yes. You just wait till the wedding, I'm making sure to invite all my single white friends. You bring the unsatisfied Indian women, mass Indian and white interracial sex."
She rubbed her clit as I told her this. "That will make me so excited to see: Indian women giving themselves to white men, I can't wait."
*
After the white wedding, with her in an apt white wedding dress and me in a suit, we were at the reception, where the real fun was to begin. I encouraged my white friends to hit up conversations with any good looking Indian women they saw. Me and the wife (I can say that now) sat and watched all the interracial flirting take place. We were touching each other behind the table.
We saw a slim, very pretty young Indian woman flirting with my cousin Tim. He towered over here, kneeling down to whisper into her ear, she was blushing and grinning widely. She ran over to her mom and dad and said something to them.
I saw her father hand her a condom, she had a sour look on her face when she held it, she then threw it on the ground and shouted, "Dad, I'm having sex with a white man, your size won't fit him! God! Mom, I came for you, he has a friend that wants to meet you," she dragged her beaming mom by the arm, leaving the father there by himself. We later saw mother and daughter both walk out with their white lovers.
Priya got very excited when she saw her sister Sunita getting hit-on by my best friend Mark. Mark and Sunita hit it off so well that we later saw them in the corner of the hall, sharing light-kisses. The hotel was going to be loud, we knew that. All in all we must have seen half-a-dozen white/Indian couples made that night. We both got very turned-on seeing those traditionally-dressed Indian women going off with white men.
When the reception was winding down, Son approached me with a concerned expression. Standing a little behind him was his cousin, Sanjay, who is the son of Sunita.
"Sorry to bother you Dad, but Sanjay's mom told me that Sanjayth has to stay in my hotel room tonight because she's taking that white man to her room, is it ok if he stays in my room?"
"Oh sure thing, Son!" I said with a beaming smile. I dug into my pocket and gave him a handful of dollar notes, "Should be enough there if you have to pay extra, if not use that money, treat yourself, you earned it Son."
"Thank you Dad."
"Not a problem, Son. Also, let your cousin know that his mother is getting a great white lover, I know the man she's with very well," I nudged closer and said in a hushed tone, "Tell him why he should be happy about this, tell him to be nice to his mother's new man, ok?"
"Got you. Thanks again Dad." He walked over to his cousin, showing him the money I gave him. Afterwards me and the wife went in the limo and went to the hotel.
When we got to our hotel room at 5pm, my wife took of her dress to show her all-white bridal lingerie ensemble, with a lacy bra, thong and stockings.
"White looks best on you," I said standing fully naked.
"Yes, it always has. Now, it's official."
"Yes, everyone will know that Priya Patel-Stevens is an Indian woman that takes white cock." I walked over to her and kissed her while putting my hands on her ass. I then took her underwear off, got her on the bed and did my best to break it as I plowed the fuck out of my sexy Indian wife.
In the evening, I went down to the bar. I saw my cousin Tim and his friend Greg, both had gotten themselves an Indian woman.
"I'm buying," said Tim. "You hooked me up that tight flexible horny fucking chick I got in my bedroom, I have to thank you."
"Same for me," said Greg, "I got that chick's mom, she's so wants it, I can't believe how much she does. They both right now in the shower, cleaning each other up, talking about the huge cocks they had! Never met women so eager."
"Yeah, Greg. Best thing is, since they mother and daughter, they live in the same house, so I can hang with my pal while I fuck her."
We clinked glasses in celebration. Being with fellow white guys that took Indian women as their own was a huge turn-on for me.
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