18-10-2021, 04:00 PM
After I paid the bill, we got up and mansi said, “wait ‘til I get you home.” I told her, “honey, my gift is just beginning.” I had a detailed plan in my mind. Outside the restaurant, I told mansi we were going to the hotel bar-lounge. This was a real luxurious place, and I knew the lounge always had a great quiet jazz trio and an upscale business clientele.
“but,” I told her, “ We’re not going together. I want you to go to the ladies room for about fifteen minutes, and come in after me. Then don’t sit at my table, but instead on the couch nearby me. If anyone decent looking wants to join you, say yes. When I leave the room, you go to the bathroom again.” mansi’s eyes were big, and I directed her to the ladies room.
I went in, and everything looked comfortable. A friday night, so there were several customers, mostly men in business suits. mansi came in, and several heads turned her way. She sat as I instructed. Before long, a man in his late thirties, handsome and trim, came up and asked if he could join mansi.
She glanced at me, and I gave a small nod. She quietly told the guy he could join her. I was close enough to hear their conversation. His name was kapoor. He was from out of town and had just finished several days of meetings.
He’d be flying home tomorrow. mansi told him her husband was out of town, and she had come to unwind with a drink after a long week at work. After a few minutes, I thought she may have forgotten about me nearby, and they were having a friendly conversation about restaurants in town.
Two glasses of kingfisher beer later, I watched kapoor put his hand on my wife’s knee. She must have known what I wanted because she didn’t push it away. Another twenty minutes, and I could see mansi didn’t know what to do next.
Just then, kapoor made his move and asked her to come up to his room. I stood up, and heard mansi say, “I need to visit the restroom.” Outside the bar, we went in an alcove and I gave mansi a deep kiss. She said, “can we go now?” I answered, “you’re my slave, and we’re not done yet.”
“I’ll do as I promised,” she said. “you bet you will, or I’ll give you a good hard spanking so you can’t sit for a few days. Now, go back in there and tell kapoor you won’t go to his room, but he can come to your house.” There was a flash of fear in mansi’s eyes. “I can’t do that,” she said.
Okay, we can just end it,” I said, a little angrily. mansi looked down, and quietly said, “okay. I made a promise. I’ll tell him.” She was clearly scared, but I could also see something I’d never seen before: sexual excitement.
Now follow these two orders. He can’t touch you until you take him to our bedroom. And leave the light on.” I gave her another kiss, and I could feel her lips quiver. I stood outside the bar where I could see both of them. By the look on kapoor’s face, mansi followed through and asked him.
While he asked for a bill, I quickly walked to the car so I could get home before they did. It was only a fifteen-minute drive. I parked several houses away, went in the house, and set myself up in the laundry room. I sat there thinking, “what if he takes her when they’re still downstairs? What if he turns off the light?” My heart was pounding.
After what seemed hours, but was probably only about 25 minutes, the two of them entered the bedroom. Both were still fully dressed. I fit on the headphones. Kapoor took mansi’s elbow from behind, turned her around, and gave her a deep kiss. I could see his tongue darting in her mouth.
After a short hesitation, mansi put her arms around his neck and gave into his kiss. Her tongue was answering his. Next he ran his right hand from the back of her waist, up her side, and cupped her choochi. I could see her nipples become erect, and the bulge in kapoor’s pants grew. When mansi gets excited, her legs become weak, and I could tell she was having trouble standing.
After several minutes of kissing, kapoor turned, sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me, and said, “strip. But slowly.” mansi, facing both kapoor and me, waited a few seconds, looked down, and slowly pulled the blouse out of her skirt, then up over her head.
Her choochi were excited, and I could tell she was both nervous and hot. Then she unzipped the back of the skirt. With a little pause, she let it drop, and her soft choot hair was uncovered. Next she started to take off her shoes, but kapoor said, “stop there.”
Kapoor stood up, and slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt. As I thought, he was in great shape. In a few smooth moves, his shoes were off, and his slacks and boxers dropped to the floor. His lund was a good two inches larger than mine, and by now hard as a rock.
Then mansi almost made me cream right off. Without kapoor saying anything, she walked to him, turned him sideways to the mirror, dropped to her knees, and took the head of his lund in her mouth. Slowly, she started moving it in and out, and he gently stroked her hair.
Here was my prude wife, who wouldn’t do anything provocative for the past 6 years, jamming the lund of a total stranger in her mouth. I could tell kapoor came close to exploding twice, and the second time, he stopped mansi just in time, took her by the shoulders and from behind, walked her to a chair facing the desk next to our bed.
He kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her tits for a few minutes, with his prick against her ass. Then he said, “take two steps back.” mansi obeyed. “now spread your feet apart and put your hands on the back of the chair.” mansi followed his command. Kapoor walked up behind her, took his lund in his hand, and started rubbing it up and down her choot.
Mansi turned her face toward me, but had her eyes were closed and mouth open, obviously lost in excitement. Then there was a quick jerk, and I knew kapoor had pushed his lund head into her. He started pumping her from behind with his hands on both sides of her waist, and I could see his wet lund each time he pulled back.
Their pace built, and mansi was moaning choooddd dooo mujhe kappooooooorrrrrr,. Finally, he was pounding into her, and his hips began to jerk in orgasm. This brought her to climax and she was say mar gayiiiiiieee please kapoor fuck me chodo aur chodo. Of course, I had my lund in hand, and I came along with them.
They both kissed for a while, and mansi got a towel to wipe the jism running down her leg. They lay on the bed chatting, kissing, and fondling each other. After ten minutes or so, I could see kapoor’s lund coming back to life. Their kisses became more passionate, and he placed her on her back on the bed in front of me.
He pulled her legs, still in the black stockings, above his shoulders, taking her ankles in his hands. I watched as he plunged his big lund down into my wife’s choot, and she closed her eyes and began to move her hips with his. They both lasted about ten minutes before coming this time.
Kapoor and mansi fucked six times that night. After the fourth time, kapoor turned off the light, and for the last two orgasms, I just listened, but this still brought me off. At 4:30 am, kapoor left for the hotel because he had an early flight out. mansi put on a robe, and told me she gave him a goodbye kiss at the door, knowing the neighbors wouldn’t be awake at that hour.
We waited until Saturday evening to have sex so mansi could recover, but by then mansi was uncontrollable. She started me off with a good lund sucking, and said she had enjoyed my gift as much as I did. I told her I never came so hard as when I watched her with kapoor. We both still had the jitters from the excitement.
Kapoor could have been a jerk, or violent, but instead he turned out to be the perfect gentleman. mansi said he gave her his office phone and e-mail address, and she could find out when he was coming back to town.
I said the only mistake I made was not video taping them so we could watch it again. Quietly, mansi said, “maybe we should correct that next time.” I only smiled. After 2 years, our dull marriage took a complete turn.
Now I was married to a shy, prude, but we both knew that a confident woman who loves sex was just under the skin. I will come back with my next story in a about a months time. In the mean while me and wife mansi have agreed that I can fuck any one provided she is a married lady.
“but,” I told her, “ We’re not going together. I want you to go to the ladies room for about fifteen minutes, and come in after me. Then don’t sit at my table, but instead on the couch nearby me. If anyone decent looking wants to join you, say yes. When I leave the room, you go to the bathroom again.” mansi’s eyes were big, and I directed her to the ladies room.
I went in, and everything looked comfortable. A friday night, so there were several customers, mostly men in business suits. mansi came in, and several heads turned her way. She sat as I instructed. Before long, a man in his late thirties, handsome and trim, came up and asked if he could join mansi.
She glanced at me, and I gave a small nod. She quietly told the guy he could join her. I was close enough to hear their conversation. His name was kapoor. He was from out of town and had just finished several days of meetings.
He’d be flying home tomorrow. mansi told him her husband was out of town, and she had come to unwind with a drink after a long week at work. After a few minutes, I thought she may have forgotten about me nearby, and they were having a friendly conversation about restaurants in town.
Two glasses of kingfisher beer later, I watched kapoor put his hand on my wife’s knee. She must have known what I wanted because she didn’t push it away. Another twenty minutes, and I could see mansi didn’t know what to do next.
Just then, kapoor made his move and asked her to come up to his room. I stood up, and heard mansi say, “I need to visit the restroom.” Outside the bar, we went in an alcove and I gave mansi a deep kiss. She said, “can we go now?” I answered, “you’re my slave, and we’re not done yet.”
“I’ll do as I promised,” she said. “you bet you will, or I’ll give you a good hard spanking so you can’t sit for a few days. Now, go back in there and tell kapoor you won’t go to his room, but he can come to your house.” There was a flash of fear in mansi’s eyes. “I can’t do that,” she said.
Okay, we can just end it,” I said, a little angrily. mansi looked down, and quietly said, “okay. I made a promise. I’ll tell him.” She was clearly scared, but I could also see something I’d never seen before: sexual excitement.
Now follow these two orders. He can’t touch you until you take him to our bedroom. And leave the light on.” I gave her another kiss, and I could feel her lips quiver. I stood outside the bar where I could see both of them. By the look on kapoor’s face, mansi followed through and asked him.
While he asked for a bill, I quickly walked to the car so I could get home before they did. It was only a fifteen-minute drive. I parked several houses away, went in the house, and set myself up in the laundry room. I sat there thinking, “what if he takes her when they’re still downstairs? What if he turns off the light?” My heart was pounding.
After what seemed hours, but was probably only about 25 minutes, the two of them entered the bedroom. Both were still fully dressed. I fit on the headphones. Kapoor took mansi’s elbow from behind, turned her around, and gave her a deep kiss. I could see his tongue darting in her mouth.
After a short hesitation, mansi put her arms around his neck and gave into his kiss. Her tongue was answering his. Next he ran his right hand from the back of her waist, up her side, and cupped her choochi. I could see her nipples become erect, and the bulge in kapoor’s pants grew. When mansi gets excited, her legs become weak, and I could tell she was having trouble standing.
After several minutes of kissing, kapoor turned, sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me, and said, “strip. But slowly.” mansi, facing both kapoor and me, waited a few seconds, looked down, and slowly pulled the blouse out of her skirt, then up over her head.
Her choochi were excited, and I could tell she was both nervous and hot. Then she unzipped the back of the skirt. With a little pause, she let it drop, and her soft choot hair was uncovered. Next she started to take off her shoes, but kapoor said, “stop there.”
Kapoor stood up, and slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt. As I thought, he was in great shape. In a few smooth moves, his shoes were off, and his slacks and boxers dropped to the floor. His lund was a good two inches larger than mine, and by now hard as a rock.
Then mansi almost made me cream right off. Without kapoor saying anything, she walked to him, turned him sideways to the mirror, dropped to her knees, and took the head of his lund in her mouth. Slowly, she started moving it in and out, and he gently stroked her hair.
Here was my prude wife, who wouldn’t do anything provocative for the past 6 years, jamming the lund of a total stranger in her mouth. I could tell kapoor came close to exploding twice, and the second time, he stopped mansi just in time, took her by the shoulders and from behind, walked her to a chair facing the desk next to our bed.
He kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her tits for a few minutes, with his prick against her ass. Then he said, “take two steps back.” mansi obeyed. “now spread your feet apart and put your hands on the back of the chair.” mansi followed his command. Kapoor walked up behind her, took his lund in his hand, and started rubbing it up and down her choot.
Mansi turned her face toward me, but had her eyes were closed and mouth open, obviously lost in excitement. Then there was a quick jerk, and I knew kapoor had pushed his lund head into her. He started pumping her from behind with his hands on both sides of her waist, and I could see his wet lund each time he pulled back.
Their pace built, and mansi was moaning choooddd dooo mujhe kappooooooorrrrrr,. Finally, he was pounding into her, and his hips began to jerk in orgasm. This brought her to climax and she was say mar gayiiiiiieee please kapoor fuck me chodo aur chodo. Of course, I had my lund in hand, and I came along with them.
They both kissed for a while, and mansi got a towel to wipe the jism running down her leg. They lay on the bed chatting, kissing, and fondling each other. After ten minutes or so, I could see kapoor’s lund coming back to life. Their kisses became more passionate, and he placed her on her back on the bed in front of me.
He pulled her legs, still in the black stockings, above his shoulders, taking her ankles in his hands. I watched as he plunged his big lund down into my wife’s choot, and she closed her eyes and began to move her hips with his. They both lasted about ten minutes before coming this time.
Kapoor and mansi fucked six times that night. After the fourth time, kapoor turned off the light, and for the last two orgasms, I just listened, but this still brought me off. At 4:30 am, kapoor left for the hotel because he had an early flight out. mansi put on a robe, and told me she gave him a goodbye kiss at the door, knowing the neighbors wouldn’t be awake at that hour.
We waited until Saturday evening to have sex so mansi could recover, but by then mansi was uncontrollable. She started me off with a good lund sucking, and said she had enjoyed my gift as much as I did. I told her I never came so hard as when I watched her with kapoor. We both still had the jitters from the excitement.
Kapoor could have been a jerk, or violent, but instead he turned out to be the perfect gentleman. mansi said he gave her his office phone and e-mail address, and she could find out when he was coming back to town.
I said the only mistake I made was not video taping them so we could watch it again. Quietly, mansi said, “maybe we should correct that next time.” I only smiled. After 2 years, our dull marriage took a complete turn.
Now I was married to a shy, prude, but we both knew that a confident woman who loves sex was just under the skin. I will come back with my next story in a about a months time. In the mean while me and wife mansi have agreed that I can fuck any one provided she is a married lady.
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