04-12-2021, 07:03 PM
His jaw went slacker the longer he looked at her. I could tell he knew he shouldn’t be staring so openly, sliding his gaze all over the exposed curves of Shweta’s breasts, the smooth line of her leg where the slit revealed all.
No panties, I noticed.
I was sure that Sahil did, too.
He recovered nicely, though, and took a sip of his own drink. “That’s… an amazing dress.”
Shweta smiled for him, and then she very daringly stepped forward and placed her hand on Sahil’s chest. “Thank you,” she said, in a voice that would best be described as cloying.
She walked nimbly out and up the steps to the deck. “Let’s go sit up here, shall we?”
When I sat down next to her she whispered:
“I’ll make the first move, I take it?”
I nodded, staring at my wife with a dumbfounded expression on my face.
We spent a few hours on the deck, with Shweta stretching herself out and moving her legs this way and that as we talked. A good rapport was building, and I was starting to wonder when Shweta would really bait him. I loved that she left it for so long, leaving me to wonder if she would do it at all. I was barely present for the conversation, my mind far away on other things, agonized with anticipation.
The excitement that was building up inside of me required a lot of drinks to tamp down.
Finally, Shweta climbed on her knees and leaned over the back of the couch, letting her dress ride up to just where her bare gash could tantalize Sahil (under the pretense of retrieving her sunglasses, which were still on her head).
Sahil stared at the sweet spot between my wife’s legs, and he seemed to turn on, like a program in a robot. I watched his face transform as he looked at the sliver of my wife’s pussy hanging from her skirt.
Shweta was pretty well-imbibed, but she seemed to have struck precisely the right level of breaking with her inhibitions without being sloppy drunk. Enough to make her eyes look alive and not glassy. Enough to get her to say:
“So, Sahil,” without slurring. She leaned on one of the tube-like pillows and gave me a brief, flirtatious look of complicity. “You must... run into a lot of interesting situations, doing your job.”
There was no mistaking the sexual overtones of Shweta’s voice. She moved her fingers over the length of the pillow, which was now making us all think of Sahil’s cock.
I saw Sahil’s body stiffen a little. But he played it pretty cool: he brought his drink to his lips and made a conciliatory face. “I may,” he agreed. He said this to no one in particular, and then he took a sip of his drink and set it down.
“What kind of situation do I find myself in here?” he murmured finally.
He looked over at Shweta then, and his face became very serious, very hungry. It was a smoldering look, meant partially to seduce. I could see that it made Shweta melt from the inside, and her composed exterior seemed ready to cave.
Her lips parted and she seemed unable to take the next step by speaking.
I set my glass down on the table. “It’s the kind of situation,” I said, and I was surprised by my own confidence as I said it. My voice sounded good, firm and commanding. “That you probably found yourself in with Wasim and Neha, once or twice.”
Sahil pressed his full lips together and released them with a smack, he ran his tongue over his lips. “I see,” he said. Then he looked at me. “I think it’s best if I clarify what this is. Just to make sure we’re all on the same page.”
I looked at Shweta, and so did Sahil.
My wife surprised me completely by rolling up from the couch and onto her heels. The loose red dress was surprisingly transparent against the lights on the masts, and we could both see her figure through the material. The cow neck of the dress barely clung to her breasts, the shape of them nearly tumbling from the material.
Both of us looked at her in awe – she looked really, incredibly hot at that moment.
And then, she reached down and grabbed the hem of the dress, pulled, and slipped the whole thing over her head.
It took my breath away. Not just because she was, in the space of a second, kneeling on the couch absolutely naked, but because it was the sort of bold move I had never even dreamed of my wife making.
For a moment my heart pounded in my chest and it was the only thing I could feel. The sheer excitement of it.
This was my wife. And she was seducing another man.
A man from different religion, it was more exciting because it was a taboo in Indian society
Shweta rested on her heels, looking Sahil right in the eye. She had no panties on, no bra – her whole, lightly tanned curvy body was exposed to him, her nipples hard and glowing a pretty pink, her pussy smooth and bare, nothing more than a tiny pink slit for Sahil Khan to slip his big cock into.
He licked his lips again and looked over at me with raised eyebrows.
You really want me to fuck your wife? his face said.
It was fairly surreal.
I moved my head forward to assent, and I knew it looked smooth and controlled as I did it. Inside, I was boiling, and my mouth had gone utterly dry.
Sahil pushed himself off the couch and stood up to his full height.
He pulled his shirt off by reaching behind him and grabbing the back of it to pull it over. His chiseled torso shone in the light of the masts. The glow catching on the sharp curves of his muscles.
He stepped forward to Shweta and pushed her hair over her shoulder, sending a wave of goosebumps over her skin. “You ever been with a Arabian man, little girl? We have a power like Arabian horse” he said.
He had one hand on his belt buckle, and he was slowly sliding it through the metal clasp. Shweta’s eyes dropped to watch his fingers work the leather, and she shook her head.
For a moment I thought she was feeling the need to back out, and my heart dropped with disappointment.
But then she looked up at him and gave him a smile.
He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock.
It was only semi-hard, and it unfolded from inside his underwear like a elephant trunk. He was circumcised, and the organ forehead was looking like a big mushroom.
He held it in one hand and lifted it, to point it at my wife’s mouth. I saw it twitch and grow fatter, even as he waited for Shweta to take the hint.
Shweta stared at his dick, and then she looked over at me. I didn’t move except to nod slightly, as I had for Sahil.
And then, she turned back to him. She lifted her eyes, almost a little afraid, and he reached forward and pushed her hair from her face as he moved closer to her. He guided his cock to her lips, and rubbed it gently over them. “It’s all right, little girl,” he growled. “It won’t bite you. Just give it a taste.”
It made my limbs go a little cold, hearing Sahil go from somewhat reticent to bossing my wife like that, but it also made my cock hard as stone. I sucked in my breath and waited to see what Shweta would do.
She opened her mouth, and her tongue emerged to lick the crown of Sahil’s cock. The big organ throbbed to life, it was a bulbous, thick knob at the end of his evergrowing shaft, which was getting so hard that veins were protruding through the skin, which had been stretched membrane-thin by his growing column.
Sahil reached forward and put a hand in Shweta’s hair.
She opened her mouth obediently for him, her hands on her thighs, as he pulled her to him and dipped a few inches of his cock into her mouth.
It was thick enough that her cheeks puffed out with the effort of taking even the first few inches of him in.
He guided her head himself, her hair in his fingers, making her bob on the very end of his cock. The sticky sound of my wife’s mouth sucking on the end of another man’s dick crackled in my ears, and I had to unbutton my shorts and loosen the zipper of my pants to get the sharp teeth from clawing into me.
Shweta was sucking on the end of his dick for a while, and then she looked over at me, and I almost lost it. Right after she met my eyes, Sahil pushed on the back of her head and pulled her face further toward him, sinking a few more inches of his cock into her mouth.
Now Shweta was having trouble breathing and sucking. Her nostrils flared with the effort and her eyes watered a bit.
Sahil released her head and she backed off his cock, releasing him with a wet smack. His dick was so hard now that it just remained in the air, pointed at her face.
Shweta was breathing pretty quickly. She looked up at Sahil and he pushed a strand of her hair from her face. “What’s the matter?” he cooed. “Too big for you?”
He brought the tip of his cock to her mouth, and rubbed it over her lips.
My own cock was practically exploding now. I sucked in my breath to retain my composure, and even managed to reach forward and take my drink from the table and bring it to my lips.
Shweta had nodded in response to Sahil’s question, and she was opening her mouth with a renewed determination on her face. Sahil lifted his heavy cock and slapped it lightly on her lips a few times. “That’s it, you can do it. Just open up.”
Shweta looked down, and started to take his cock into her mouth again. Her cheeks filled out, her nostrils flared, and she managed to get more than three-quarters of the way down his shaft. I saw her stomach roll with a spasm of gagging, and Sahil held her head so she couldn’t pull off immediately. “That’s it,” he coaxed her.
He let go of her and she gasped for air when his cock fell out of her mouth. Spit covered her lips with a shiny gloss, and a string of saliva linked her lips and his dick for a moment, caught in the lights of the ship, before it fell in a glob on the sofa.
Sahil started to move to re-position himself, but Shweta held out a hand to his pelvis and grabbed his cock. She began to pump it with a forceful grip. “No,” she said. “I want to get it all in.”
My eyes got so wide I thought they might fall out on the couch.
Shweta took a deep breath and brought his cock closer to her mouth. Then she plunged over his dick and let more and more of it into her throat. She gagged, but she kept going, and made it very nearly to the base of his cock.
Then she began to suck on him. Her breathing was strained, puffing out her nostrils as she sucked him hard, never releasing his dick from her mouth. I stared at my wife bobbing up and down on Sahil’s cock, all the big meat filling her whole throat.
She looked over at me again, and I had to close my eyes and grip the couch to keep from bursting all over the two of them right then and there.
I struggled not to touch my cock. I wanted to see this through to completion.
Sahil was the one who finally put an end to her cock sucking. “You have to slow down, honey,” he growled.
He pushed her back and onto the couch, so she was lying down. He nudged her legs open.
Her cunt was swollen with excitement, her clit bursting from the petals of her pussy. She was so wet it glistened and there were smears of her excitement on her inner thighs.
Sahil looked back at me and gave me a smile. Then he extended his hand and placed his thick fingers on my wife’s pussy, slipping them through her gash like he was dipping into hot butter.
He brought his finger to his mouth and licked her juices off.
“Mmm,” he growled.
I could smell her from there – sweet, honeyed, wildly aroused. My mouth watered with desire to taste her, and feel her slippery petals under my mouth.
But Sahil was going to go there first.
He pushed her legs open and up, so that her pussy was open to him, and then he knelt over her and his bright tongue began to explore my wife’s cunt.
I stared at the way his tongue slid along the folds of her pussy, up and over her freshly-waxed lips, teasing the ridge of her clit and making her mouth hang open.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, pressing his big lips against it.
I flicked my eyes up to Shweta’s face. Her chin was pressed to her chest, her neck contorted so that she could get a good view of Sahil as he ate her out.
Then he moved in for real, his big hands holding her thighs. He sealed his mouth over her whole pussy, and I could tell by the movements of his jaw that his tongue was hard at work, lapping at her clit.
Shweta’s stomach began to roll in excited waves as her breathing went frantic. “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” she began to squeal, but there was nothing disingenuous about it – she was really losing control. I could see that by the way sweat was beading on her forehead and her abdomen was wobbling in crazed waves of flexed muscle because she was so overwhelmed.
She was looking at Sahil, who had lifted his eyes to watch her face. But just as she rose over the crest of her orgasm, she lifted her eyes and looked at me.
The look was almost helpless, a look like she had been caught in the act of something, or taken something way, way, too far. She looked at me as though she could not believe what she had done.
Then she threw her head back and squinted her eyes closed, and her whole body went rigid and then limp, in cycles, as her orgasm shuddered through her. She was making a sound between a scream and a sob.
Sahil kept going, and now his lips were making wet smacking noises as he lapped at her overflowing cunt. His big cock was dangling between his legs, rubbing against my wife’s left leg, reminding her it was there and still needed servicing.
My own balls felt like they were being squeezed in a vice, but I could see there was still more to come.
I took another sip of my drink, trying to steady myself as I watched with my blood pounding in my ears.
Sahil reached for Shweta’s head, and brought her up to his face. He started to kiss her, and then he commanded her in a low voice to taste herself.
Shweta ran her tongue all over his mouth, and his lips. Her face was flushed and she still looked kind of shocked when she glanced over at me – her tongue and Sahil's entwined dirtily in a game of twister.
I tried to indicate with my expression that everything was okay, and I think she got the message, but it didn’t really matter if she did or not: Sahil was consuming her now with his lips, digging into her mouth, getting her to taste her own cunt on his lips. He held her firmly by the neck and made her still as he explored her mouth thoroughly.
He tilted her backwards, and Shweta was now a little like a limp rag doll, overcome by her powerful orgasm. His tongue moved from her neck to her breasts, made a swirl around her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth.
Shweta’s eyes flew open and she started to gasp again.
He lifted her up and positioned himself underneath her, guiding her dripping pussy to his cock. He shifted, and I didn’t have the best view anymore, just his muscled back and my wife’s legs wrapping around him.
“Oh, oh, my God,” Shweta said hoarsely, and I knew that he was slipping his huge slab of meat inside of her.
He held her with one hand behind her back while his other hand explored the contours of her body. She was sweating now, and her body shone in the light. She looked over Sahil’s shoulder at me, her eyes wide with disbelief as the huge cock filled her completely and Sahil began to bounce her on top of him.
I stood up, and moved around them to have a better view. There was an empty chair across from the couch, and I eased myself into it.
From that angle, I could see Shweta’s body bouncing over his dick, and the slick, shiny length of his shaft as it pistoned in and out of her. Shweta began to get wilder as it went on, and I saw her legs flex as she began to take over the act of fucking.
She leaned over him and got more of her weight on top of him. She started to really grind on top of him, and he released the hand holding her up and used it to explored the crack of her ass and her sweaty body, rubbing her butt and slipping his fingers down to her asshole, teasing her.
“Oh, I’m going to come!” Shweta said, and she began to fuck him harder, bouncing on top of him with a wild hunger.
Sahil growled and thrust himself deep inside of her. “That’s it. That’s it, baby, ride that cock.”
He watched her, as I did, as she went wild and really humped him, until she threw her head back and screamed as she came again.
Her body went rigid and then limp, and she leaned forward and collapsed on Sahil’s chest.
He pushed her back onto the couch, without pulling his cock out from inside of her. Her legs were still wrapped around his torso, and he lifted up a little until he was on his knees again. Then he grabbed my wife by the thighs and hammered himself into her.
Shweta let her arms fall above her head, and her body slid along the couch as he fucked her like a rag doll. She was evidently so overwhelmed by her last orgasm that she could only lie there and moan until he at last looked up at the canopy and groaned.
He slammed into her hard, with three wet splats, as his cum burst inside of my wife.
At last they were still after one hour of continuos fucking, Sahil was panting very lightly from the exertion, and his cock was still inside of Shweta.
He looked over at me, and for a moment I wasn’t sure what he wanted. He shrugged, and that’s when I realized he was inviting me to get in on fucking my wife with him.
He slid his cock out of Shweta, and it landed with a wet slap against his thigh.
“Well,” he said. “Unless y’all need me for something else this evening...” he looked at Shweta and then at me. “I have some things to attend to in the control room.”
He slid his hand over Shweta’s body, and then he stood up, pulling his pants up with him. He snatched his shirt and gave me a nod, carrying it away as he whistled and stepped off in the direction of the navigation area.
Shweta rolled over, almost in a fetal position, and looked at me. Her face still had the slightly stunned look that she had gotten when Sahil made her come the first time. Her cheeks were flushed, and she shivered as a breeze came in off the water. Her whole body was wet with sweat.
“I can’t believe I… we…” she said.
I stood up and wriggled out of my loose pants. My cock was hard and I wanted to fuck my load into my filthy wife. “I’m so proud of you,” I said. “That was… amazing.”
Shweta pushed herself up and started to come toward me, but I worked my way to kneeling on the couch and pushed her back to lying down.
I nudged her legs open and touched her cunt with my fingers. She was so wet that her thighs and her ass were shiny with her juices and Sahil’s cum, and his creamy load was oozing slowly from inside of her. I caught the musky undertone of his cum under the scent of her pussy.
My cock throbbed.
I played with her swollen pussy, her engorged clit. She trembled each time I passed my fingers over her clit, but I kept going until I got her worked up again.
I guided my cock to her clit and rubbed my head over the face of it. Shweta bit her lip, and writhed underneath me. I slid my fingers inside of her.
I could feel all the cum, the slight stretching of her cunt. “Is your pussy sore?” I asked.
Shweta dropped her eyes. “A little,” she said.
I moved my cock to her opening and slid into her slowly. She moaned as I did, and I lowered my mouth to take her lips in mine. The same mouth that had sucked on Sahil’s cock, the same mouth he had probed so deeply and smeared her own juices all over.
As I got closer to her, I saw that her cheeks were wet with sweat and water that had escaped her eyes, probably when she was sucking his cock.
Her mascara was slightly smeared under her eyes, and a smudge of lipstick – light, pink gloss I hadn't even known she was wearing, clung to her upper lip, smeared a little. The effect was so filthy and trashy that it almost sent me over the edge.
I fucked her slowly, trying to distract myself so that I could get her to come one last time for me. She pushed up against me and she was getting warmed up, her body straining against mine.
But the image of her looking at me with her mouth full of Sahil’s cock flashed through my mind and I came hard inside of her without much warning.
“Fuck!” I practically spat, and I felt my face get red and my arteries nearly burst from my neck. It was the most consuming orgasm I had ever had.
Shweta grabbed me by the back of the neck and ground her hips against my pelvis until at last her mouth opened in a little puff and she gasped. I felt her pussy squeezing my cock, all of the hot liquid, the mixed cum, gushing around my dick.
I collapsed on top of her.
“Oh God,” I said.
We lay like that for a little while. I pressed my face into Shweta’s neck, and she stirred delectably. Then she shivered. “It’s too cool,” she said.
She sat up and slipped the dress over her body. It slid over her, the thin material caressing her curves, sticking in places where her skin was still damp.
Sahil wasn’t anywhere to be found, and we didn’t see him below decks as we passed to the cabin. I was fairly grateful for that – I wasn’t sure what to do with the awkwardness of having him lingering when I really wanted to get Shweta to myself for a while, to find out if she was okay, to feel her body and have it to myself.
When I closed the door I took her in both hands and kissed her. As soon as I felt her lips beneath mine, warm and soft and treacherous and responding to me, I was overcome by passion. I kissed her for a long time, in a way that we hadn’t kissed for years.
We moved to the bed, and I lay down with her. I moved my fingers over her body, tugging the dress up and over her head to free her and pull her close to me. I was overcome by unexpected emotions, feelings of tenderness as well as arousal.
We kissed for a long time, and I gently caressed her body long after I was aroused enough to enter her. When I finally did, we engaged in the most intimate lovemaking we had for a long time. It was slow, and raw, and I felt it more in my chest, inside my heart, than anywhere.
When I finally pulled away from her, though, Shweta looked at me with a serious face.
“What is it?” I said. I drew my finger from her ear to her cheek, eliciting a little smile. But the worried expression remained beneath the surface of her face.
“Come on,” I coaxed. “Are you worried about what we did?”
Shweta gave a little shrug. “I’m the one who did it,” she said.
I propped myself up on my elbow. “Are you serious?”
Her face revealed that she was.
I moved her head with my finger on her chin. “Hey, Shweta, listen. I asked you to do it. I wanted you to. We’re in it together.”
Shweta looked at me, and her eyes seemed a little wet, like she might cry.
“What’s still troubling you?” I said. I was sort of enjoying this little game of guilt. In fact, it was flattering to me that she hadn’t just thrown herself into it and never looked back.
But it troubled me if the guilt cut too deep. Or worse yet…
“Didn’t you like it?” I asked. “I don’t want you to do something you don’t enjoy.”
Shweta bit into her lip even harder and averted her eyes. “It’s not… um, so much that...”
This is the point where I felt a little fall, inside of myself. Not a terrible one; it was almost fun.
But still a drop, a jump off a cliff.
I had a feeling about what she was going to say even before she said it.
“I think I maybe…”
There was a long pause.
“Maybe I liked it a little… too much.” She brought her eyes back to meet mine, questioning how I would react.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about what she said.
I hadn’t given it too much thought, to be honest. My thoughts had all been centered on just coaxing her into actually doing it. I hadn’t really anticipated how I would react, and when I imagined how she would react it was only a vague idea of her reaction, an outline, something surreal and yet something I felt sure I could control.
“What do you mean, ‘too much?’”
I said. Shweta closed her eyes. “I don’t know… I felt… maybe ‘too much’ is the wrong phrase.”
Oh, but it’s the one you used, I thought.
“What did you mean, then?”
Shweta opened her eyes. “I think I just felt… out of control.”
I let this sink in.
“Out of control” matched the way Shweta had behaved. “Out of control” was a better phrase.
I leaned over and kissed her.
“It’s supposed to be a little ‘out of control,’” I said, my voice a fountain of assurance. “That’s kind of the point, I think.”
Shweta seemed reassured by this. She turned on her side and we spooned.
In very little time, it seemed to me that she was falling asleep: her breath became slower and deeper, and she seemed completely at ease, at least enough to fall asleep.
I, on the other hand, was still turning that phrase over and over in my mind, the phrase of her original choice: “Maybe I liked it a little too much….”
Her first choice of words, whether she felt they were what she meant to say or not, kept me awake well into the morning.
No panties, I noticed.
I was sure that Sahil did, too.
He recovered nicely, though, and took a sip of his own drink. “That’s… an amazing dress.”
Shweta smiled for him, and then she very daringly stepped forward and placed her hand on Sahil’s chest. “Thank you,” she said, in a voice that would best be described as cloying.
She walked nimbly out and up the steps to the deck. “Let’s go sit up here, shall we?”
When I sat down next to her she whispered:
“I’ll make the first move, I take it?”
I nodded, staring at my wife with a dumbfounded expression on my face.
We spent a few hours on the deck, with Shweta stretching herself out and moving her legs this way and that as we talked. A good rapport was building, and I was starting to wonder when Shweta would really bait him. I loved that she left it for so long, leaving me to wonder if she would do it at all. I was barely present for the conversation, my mind far away on other things, agonized with anticipation.
The excitement that was building up inside of me required a lot of drinks to tamp down.
Finally, Shweta climbed on her knees and leaned over the back of the couch, letting her dress ride up to just where her bare gash could tantalize Sahil (under the pretense of retrieving her sunglasses, which were still on her head).
Sahil stared at the sweet spot between my wife’s legs, and he seemed to turn on, like a program in a robot. I watched his face transform as he looked at the sliver of my wife’s pussy hanging from her skirt.
Shweta was pretty well-imbibed, but she seemed to have struck precisely the right level of breaking with her inhibitions without being sloppy drunk. Enough to make her eyes look alive and not glassy. Enough to get her to say:
“So, Sahil,” without slurring. She leaned on one of the tube-like pillows and gave me a brief, flirtatious look of complicity. “You must... run into a lot of interesting situations, doing your job.”
There was no mistaking the sexual overtones of Shweta’s voice. She moved her fingers over the length of the pillow, which was now making us all think of Sahil’s cock.
I saw Sahil’s body stiffen a little. But he played it pretty cool: he brought his drink to his lips and made a conciliatory face. “I may,” he agreed. He said this to no one in particular, and then he took a sip of his drink and set it down.
“What kind of situation do I find myself in here?” he murmured finally.
He looked over at Shweta then, and his face became very serious, very hungry. It was a smoldering look, meant partially to seduce. I could see that it made Shweta melt from the inside, and her composed exterior seemed ready to cave.
Her lips parted and she seemed unable to take the next step by speaking.
I set my glass down on the table. “It’s the kind of situation,” I said, and I was surprised by my own confidence as I said it. My voice sounded good, firm and commanding. “That you probably found yourself in with Wasim and Neha, once or twice.”
Sahil pressed his full lips together and released them with a smack, he ran his tongue over his lips. “I see,” he said. Then he looked at me. “I think it’s best if I clarify what this is. Just to make sure we’re all on the same page.”
I looked at Shweta, and so did Sahil.
My wife surprised me completely by rolling up from the couch and onto her heels. The loose red dress was surprisingly transparent against the lights on the masts, and we could both see her figure through the material. The cow neck of the dress barely clung to her breasts, the shape of them nearly tumbling from the material.
Both of us looked at her in awe – she looked really, incredibly hot at that moment.
And then, she reached down and grabbed the hem of the dress, pulled, and slipped the whole thing over her head.
It took my breath away. Not just because she was, in the space of a second, kneeling on the couch absolutely naked, but because it was the sort of bold move I had never even dreamed of my wife making.
For a moment my heart pounded in my chest and it was the only thing I could feel. The sheer excitement of it.
This was my wife. And she was seducing another man.
A man from different religion, it was more exciting because it was a taboo in Indian society
Shweta rested on her heels, looking Sahil right in the eye. She had no panties on, no bra – her whole, lightly tanned curvy body was exposed to him, her nipples hard and glowing a pretty pink, her pussy smooth and bare, nothing more than a tiny pink slit for Sahil Khan to slip his big cock into.
He licked his lips again and looked over at me with raised eyebrows.
You really want me to fuck your wife? his face said.
It was fairly surreal.
I moved my head forward to assent, and I knew it looked smooth and controlled as I did it. Inside, I was boiling, and my mouth had gone utterly dry.
Sahil pushed himself off the couch and stood up to his full height.
He pulled his shirt off by reaching behind him and grabbing the back of it to pull it over. His chiseled torso shone in the light of the masts. The glow catching on the sharp curves of his muscles.
He stepped forward to Shweta and pushed her hair over her shoulder, sending a wave of goosebumps over her skin. “You ever been with a Arabian man, little girl? We have a power like Arabian horse” he said.
He had one hand on his belt buckle, and he was slowly sliding it through the metal clasp. Shweta’s eyes dropped to watch his fingers work the leather, and she shook her head.
For a moment I thought she was feeling the need to back out, and my heart dropped with disappointment.
But then she looked up at him and gave him a smile.
He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock.
It was only semi-hard, and it unfolded from inside his underwear like a elephant trunk. He was circumcised, and the organ forehead was looking like a big mushroom.
He held it in one hand and lifted it, to point it at my wife’s mouth. I saw it twitch and grow fatter, even as he waited for Shweta to take the hint.
Shweta stared at his dick, and then she looked over at me. I didn’t move except to nod slightly, as I had for Sahil.
And then, she turned back to him. She lifted her eyes, almost a little afraid, and he reached forward and pushed her hair from her face as he moved closer to her. He guided his cock to her lips, and rubbed it gently over them. “It’s all right, little girl,” he growled. “It won’t bite you. Just give it a taste.”
It made my limbs go a little cold, hearing Sahil go from somewhat reticent to bossing my wife like that, but it also made my cock hard as stone. I sucked in my breath and waited to see what Shweta would do.
She opened her mouth, and her tongue emerged to lick the crown of Sahil’s cock. The big organ throbbed to life, it was a bulbous, thick knob at the end of his evergrowing shaft, which was getting so hard that veins were protruding through the skin, which had been stretched membrane-thin by his growing column.
Sahil reached forward and put a hand in Shweta’s hair.
She opened her mouth obediently for him, her hands on her thighs, as he pulled her to him and dipped a few inches of his cock into her mouth.
It was thick enough that her cheeks puffed out with the effort of taking even the first few inches of him in.
He guided her head himself, her hair in his fingers, making her bob on the very end of his cock. The sticky sound of my wife’s mouth sucking on the end of another man’s dick crackled in my ears, and I had to unbutton my shorts and loosen the zipper of my pants to get the sharp teeth from clawing into me.
Shweta was sucking on the end of his dick for a while, and then she looked over at me, and I almost lost it. Right after she met my eyes, Sahil pushed on the back of her head and pulled her face further toward him, sinking a few more inches of his cock into her mouth.
Now Shweta was having trouble breathing and sucking. Her nostrils flared with the effort and her eyes watered a bit.
Sahil released her head and she backed off his cock, releasing him with a wet smack. His dick was so hard now that it just remained in the air, pointed at her face.
Shweta was breathing pretty quickly. She looked up at Sahil and he pushed a strand of her hair from her face. “What’s the matter?” he cooed. “Too big for you?”
He brought the tip of his cock to her mouth, and rubbed it over her lips.
My own cock was practically exploding now. I sucked in my breath to retain my composure, and even managed to reach forward and take my drink from the table and bring it to my lips.
Shweta had nodded in response to Sahil’s question, and she was opening her mouth with a renewed determination on her face. Sahil lifted his heavy cock and slapped it lightly on her lips a few times. “That’s it, you can do it. Just open up.”
Shweta looked down, and started to take his cock into her mouth again. Her cheeks filled out, her nostrils flared, and she managed to get more than three-quarters of the way down his shaft. I saw her stomach roll with a spasm of gagging, and Sahil held her head so she couldn’t pull off immediately. “That’s it,” he coaxed her.
He let go of her and she gasped for air when his cock fell out of her mouth. Spit covered her lips with a shiny gloss, and a string of saliva linked her lips and his dick for a moment, caught in the lights of the ship, before it fell in a glob on the sofa.
Sahil started to move to re-position himself, but Shweta held out a hand to his pelvis and grabbed his cock. She began to pump it with a forceful grip. “No,” she said. “I want to get it all in.”
My eyes got so wide I thought they might fall out on the couch.
Shweta took a deep breath and brought his cock closer to her mouth. Then she plunged over his dick and let more and more of it into her throat. She gagged, but she kept going, and made it very nearly to the base of his cock.
Then she began to suck on him. Her breathing was strained, puffing out her nostrils as she sucked him hard, never releasing his dick from her mouth. I stared at my wife bobbing up and down on Sahil’s cock, all the big meat filling her whole throat.
She looked over at me again, and I had to close my eyes and grip the couch to keep from bursting all over the two of them right then and there.
I struggled not to touch my cock. I wanted to see this through to completion.
Sahil was the one who finally put an end to her cock sucking. “You have to slow down, honey,” he growled.
He pushed her back and onto the couch, so she was lying down. He nudged her legs open.
Her cunt was swollen with excitement, her clit bursting from the petals of her pussy. She was so wet it glistened and there were smears of her excitement on her inner thighs.
Sahil looked back at me and gave me a smile. Then he extended his hand and placed his thick fingers on my wife’s pussy, slipping them through her gash like he was dipping into hot butter.
He brought his finger to his mouth and licked her juices off.
“Mmm,” he growled.
I could smell her from there – sweet, honeyed, wildly aroused. My mouth watered with desire to taste her, and feel her slippery petals under my mouth.
But Sahil was going to go there first.
He pushed her legs open and up, so that her pussy was open to him, and then he knelt over her and his bright tongue began to explore my wife’s cunt.
I stared at the way his tongue slid along the folds of her pussy, up and over her freshly-waxed lips, teasing the ridge of her clit and making her mouth hang open.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, pressing his big lips against it.
I flicked my eyes up to Shweta’s face. Her chin was pressed to her chest, her neck contorted so that she could get a good view of Sahil as he ate her out.
Then he moved in for real, his big hands holding her thighs. He sealed his mouth over her whole pussy, and I could tell by the movements of his jaw that his tongue was hard at work, lapping at her clit.
Shweta’s stomach began to roll in excited waves as her breathing went frantic. “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” she began to squeal, but there was nothing disingenuous about it – she was really losing control. I could see that by the way sweat was beading on her forehead and her abdomen was wobbling in crazed waves of flexed muscle because she was so overwhelmed.
She was looking at Sahil, who had lifted his eyes to watch her face. But just as she rose over the crest of her orgasm, she lifted her eyes and looked at me.
The look was almost helpless, a look like she had been caught in the act of something, or taken something way, way, too far. She looked at me as though she could not believe what she had done.
Then she threw her head back and squinted her eyes closed, and her whole body went rigid and then limp, in cycles, as her orgasm shuddered through her. She was making a sound between a scream and a sob.
Sahil kept going, and now his lips were making wet smacking noises as he lapped at her overflowing cunt. His big cock was dangling between his legs, rubbing against my wife’s left leg, reminding her it was there and still needed servicing.
My own balls felt like they were being squeezed in a vice, but I could see there was still more to come.
I took another sip of my drink, trying to steady myself as I watched with my blood pounding in my ears.
Sahil reached for Shweta’s head, and brought her up to his face. He started to kiss her, and then he commanded her in a low voice to taste herself.
Shweta ran her tongue all over his mouth, and his lips. Her face was flushed and she still looked kind of shocked when she glanced over at me – her tongue and Sahil's entwined dirtily in a game of twister.
I tried to indicate with my expression that everything was okay, and I think she got the message, but it didn’t really matter if she did or not: Sahil was consuming her now with his lips, digging into her mouth, getting her to taste her own cunt on his lips. He held her firmly by the neck and made her still as he explored her mouth thoroughly.
He tilted her backwards, and Shweta was now a little like a limp rag doll, overcome by her powerful orgasm. His tongue moved from her neck to her breasts, made a swirl around her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth.
Shweta’s eyes flew open and she started to gasp again.
He lifted her up and positioned himself underneath her, guiding her dripping pussy to his cock. He shifted, and I didn’t have the best view anymore, just his muscled back and my wife’s legs wrapping around him.
“Oh, oh, my God,” Shweta said hoarsely, and I knew that he was slipping his huge slab of meat inside of her.
He held her with one hand behind her back while his other hand explored the contours of her body. She was sweating now, and her body shone in the light. She looked over Sahil’s shoulder at me, her eyes wide with disbelief as the huge cock filled her completely and Sahil began to bounce her on top of him.
I stood up, and moved around them to have a better view. There was an empty chair across from the couch, and I eased myself into it.
From that angle, I could see Shweta’s body bouncing over his dick, and the slick, shiny length of his shaft as it pistoned in and out of her. Shweta began to get wilder as it went on, and I saw her legs flex as she began to take over the act of fucking.
She leaned over him and got more of her weight on top of him. She started to really grind on top of him, and he released the hand holding her up and used it to explored the crack of her ass and her sweaty body, rubbing her butt and slipping his fingers down to her asshole, teasing her.
“Oh, I’m going to come!” Shweta said, and she began to fuck him harder, bouncing on top of him with a wild hunger.
Sahil growled and thrust himself deep inside of her. “That’s it. That’s it, baby, ride that cock.”
He watched her, as I did, as she went wild and really humped him, until she threw her head back and screamed as she came again.
Her body went rigid and then limp, and she leaned forward and collapsed on Sahil’s chest.
He pushed her back onto the couch, without pulling his cock out from inside of her. Her legs were still wrapped around his torso, and he lifted up a little until he was on his knees again. Then he grabbed my wife by the thighs and hammered himself into her.
Shweta let her arms fall above her head, and her body slid along the couch as he fucked her like a rag doll. She was evidently so overwhelmed by her last orgasm that she could only lie there and moan until he at last looked up at the canopy and groaned.
He slammed into her hard, with three wet splats, as his cum burst inside of my wife.
At last they were still after one hour of continuos fucking, Sahil was panting very lightly from the exertion, and his cock was still inside of Shweta.
He looked over at me, and for a moment I wasn’t sure what he wanted. He shrugged, and that’s when I realized he was inviting me to get in on fucking my wife with him.
He slid his cock out of Shweta, and it landed with a wet slap against his thigh.
“Well,” he said. “Unless y’all need me for something else this evening...” he looked at Shweta and then at me. “I have some things to attend to in the control room.”
He slid his hand over Shweta’s body, and then he stood up, pulling his pants up with him. He snatched his shirt and gave me a nod, carrying it away as he whistled and stepped off in the direction of the navigation area.
Shweta rolled over, almost in a fetal position, and looked at me. Her face still had the slightly stunned look that she had gotten when Sahil made her come the first time. Her cheeks were flushed, and she shivered as a breeze came in off the water. Her whole body was wet with sweat.
“I can’t believe I… we…” she said.
I stood up and wriggled out of my loose pants. My cock was hard and I wanted to fuck my load into my filthy wife. “I’m so proud of you,” I said. “That was… amazing.”
Shweta pushed herself up and started to come toward me, but I worked my way to kneeling on the couch and pushed her back to lying down.
I nudged her legs open and touched her cunt with my fingers. She was so wet that her thighs and her ass were shiny with her juices and Sahil’s cum, and his creamy load was oozing slowly from inside of her. I caught the musky undertone of his cum under the scent of her pussy.
My cock throbbed.
I played with her swollen pussy, her engorged clit. She trembled each time I passed my fingers over her clit, but I kept going until I got her worked up again.
I guided my cock to her clit and rubbed my head over the face of it. Shweta bit her lip, and writhed underneath me. I slid my fingers inside of her.
I could feel all the cum, the slight stretching of her cunt. “Is your pussy sore?” I asked.
Shweta dropped her eyes. “A little,” she said.
I moved my cock to her opening and slid into her slowly. She moaned as I did, and I lowered my mouth to take her lips in mine. The same mouth that had sucked on Sahil’s cock, the same mouth he had probed so deeply and smeared her own juices all over.
As I got closer to her, I saw that her cheeks were wet with sweat and water that had escaped her eyes, probably when she was sucking his cock.
Her mascara was slightly smeared under her eyes, and a smudge of lipstick – light, pink gloss I hadn't even known she was wearing, clung to her upper lip, smeared a little. The effect was so filthy and trashy that it almost sent me over the edge.
I fucked her slowly, trying to distract myself so that I could get her to come one last time for me. She pushed up against me and she was getting warmed up, her body straining against mine.
But the image of her looking at me with her mouth full of Sahil’s cock flashed through my mind and I came hard inside of her without much warning.
“Fuck!” I practically spat, and I felt my face get red and my arteries nearly burst from my neck. It was the most consuming orgasm I had ever had.
Shweta grabbed me by the back of the neck and ground her hips against my pelvis until at last her mouth opened in a little puff and she gasped. I felt her pussy squeezing my cock, all of the hot liquid, the mixed cum, gushing around my dick.
I collapsed on top of her.
“Oh God,” I said.
We lay like that for a little while. I pressed my face into Shweta’s neck, and she stirred delectably. Then she shivered. “It’s too cool,” she said.
She sat up and slipped the dress over her body. It slid over her, the thin material caressing her curves, sticking in places where her skin was still damp.
Sahil wasn’t anywhere to be found, and we didn’t see him below decks as we passed to the cabin. I was fairly grateful for that – I wasn’t sure what to do with the awkwardness of having him lingering when I really wanted to get Shweta to myself for a while, to find out if she was okay, to feel her body and have it to myself.
When I closed the door I took her in both hands and kissed her. As soon as I felt her lips beneath mine, warm and soft and treacherous and responding to me, I was overcome by passion. I kissed her for a long time, in a way that we hadn’t kissed for years.
We moved to the bed, and I lay down with her. I moved my fingers over her body, tugging the dress up and over her head to free her and pull her close to me. I was overcome by unexpected emotions, feelings of tenderness as well as arousal.
We kissed for a long time, and I gently caressed her body long after I was aroused enough to enter her. When I finally did, we engaged in the most intimate lovemaking we had for a long time. It was slow, and raw, and I felt it more in my chest, inside my heart, than anywhere.
When I finally pulled away from her, though, Shweta looked at me with a serious face.
“What is it?” I said. I drew my finger from her ear to her cheek, eliciting a little smile. But the worried expression remained beneath the surface of her face.
“Come on,” I coaxed. “Are you worried about what we did?”
Shweta gave a little shrug. “I’m the one who did it,” she said.
I propped myself up on my elbow. “Are you serious?”
Her face revealed that she was.
I moved her head with my finger on her chin. “Hey, Shweta, listen. I asked you to do it. I wanted you to. We’re in it together.”
Shweta looked at me, and her eyes seemed a little wet, like she might cry.
“What’s still troubling you?” I said. I was sort of enjoying this little game of guilt. In fact, it was flattering to me that she hadn’t just thrown herself into it and never looked back.
But it troubled me if the guilt cut too deep. Or worse yet…
“Didn’t you like it?” I asked. “I don’t want you to do something you don’t enjoy.”
Shweta bit into her lip even harder and averted her eyes. “It’s not… um, so much that...”
This is the point where I felt a little fall, inside of myself. Not a terrible one; it was almost fun.
But still a drop, a jump off a cliff.
I had a feeling about what she was going to say even before she said it.
“I think I maybe…”
There was a long pause.
“Maybe I liked it a little… too much.” She brought her eyes back to meet mine, questioning how I would react.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about what she said.
I hadn’t given it too much thought, to be honest. My thoughts had all been centered on just coaxing her into actually doing it. I hadn’t really anticipated how I would react, and when I imagined how she would react it was only a vague idea of her reaction, an outline, something surreal and yet something I felt sure I could control.
“What do you mean, ‘too much?’”
I said. Shweta closed her eyes. “I don’t know… I felt… maybe ‘too much’ is the wrong phrase.”
Oh, but it’s the one you used, I thought.
“What did you mean, then?”
Shweta opened her eyes. “I think I just felt… out of control.”
I let this sink in.
“Out of control” matched the way Shweta had behaved. “Out of control” was a better phrase.
I leaned over and kissed her.
“It’s supposed to be a little ‘out of control,’” I said, my voice a fountain of assurance. “That’s kind of the point, I think.”
Shweta seemed reassured by this. She turned on her side and we spooned.
In very little time, it seemed to me that she was falling asleep: her breath became slower and deeper, and she seemed completely at ease, at least enough to fall asleep.
I, on the other hand, was still turning that phrase over and over in my mind, the phrase of her original choice: “Maybe I liked it a little too much….”
Her first choice of words, whether she felt they were what she meant to say or not, kept me awake well into the morning.
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