19-09-2022, 04:51 PM
Hemant stood up and doffed his vest looking at her. Anjila noticed his hairy chest which wasn't worked out but looked strong. His shoulders were broad as well. His belly was slightly protruding but his overall girth made up for it. Next he tugged down his knickers. His legs looked flabby but there was a manliness in his overall structure which Nimish didn't have. Anjila couldn't believe she was already comparing.
"You want me to go full monty or it's okay for the time being?"
Anjila could see the buldge in his underwear. An urge to see it in all its nakedness knocked her. "Full." She said.
"Okay."
Hemant spent no time to tug down his underwear. He stood naked in front of Anjila. For few seconds she kept looking down at his groin. It was a decent size with a slight curve in the end.
"You like what you see?"
Anjila nodded. She could now sense her arousal.
"I'm glad." He said. "Now if you don't mind, its your turn."
Anjila kept sitting on her place.
"I would love it if you could also stand like me and strip."
Anjila moistened her lips and climbed down the bed. She stood few steps away from Hemant whose dick, she noticed, had grown an inch more. There was silence as if she was waiting for more commands from her one night lover. For a moment she wondered about Nimish. He had been paired with Pritha. Had they already started fucking each other?
"Don't you have any problem with Pritha fucking Nimish?" She asked.
"Not right now. This is a sinful night. I'll be happy if she is happy."
The statement also reminded Anjila this was her night to experience someone other than Nimish as well and see where it took her. That was the point of the entire switch: to experience another lover which under normal circumstances wouldn't have been a possibility for this was a group act and when something is done at a mass level its becomes a shared guilt and hence less sharp.
Anjila held her tee and pulled it over raising her hands. Hemant saw her shaved armpits and grasped his dick. As he slowly massaged it, he saw her close her eyes.
"Could you please keep your hands in the raised position? I would like to see your armpits."
Anjila did as he wanted and stood with closed eyes and hands raised. Hemant slowly flicked his dick ogling at her slightly sweaty armpits. His fetish for it was obvious. A minute later he said, "Please go ahead now.
She didn't open her eyes while unhooking her bra. Her breasts were one of the most delicious, particularly the chocolate brown erect nipples, looking pair he had ever seen. And at 37 Hemant had seen quite a lot of them. As she placed her clothes on the bed her breasts juggled a bit which further aroused Hemant. She looked at him and managed an awkward smile. He was now shamelessly massaging his dick up and down. Anjila noticed it but didn't say a word. She unbuttoned her shorts and came out of it. Then rolled down her panty and stepped out of it as well. Her pussy was trimmed.
"So?" She had to clear her voice to talk properly. Hemant didn't say anything. He walked towards her. When he reached her, he pushed her on the bed. And opened her legs to position himself between her legs. Only the base of his shaft touched her semi-wet pussy. His chest crushed her breasts as he kissed her forehead, then her nose and lastly her lips. In the next second she found Hemant was sucking her tongue and intentionally spitting inside her mouth. As a reflex she held onto to his body tightly. It was stronger than Nimish was all she could think at that moment. Hemant broke the smooch and asked, "How many guys have been with till now?"
The statement also reminded Anjila this was her night to experience someone other than Nimish as well and see where it took her. That was the point of the entire switch: to experience another lover which under normal circumstances wouldn't have been a possibility for this was a group act and when something is done at a mass level its becomes a shared guilt and hence less sharp.
Anjila held her tee and pulled it over raising her hands. Hemant saw her shaved armpits and grasped his dick. As he slowly massaged it, he saw her close her eyes.
"Could you please keep your hands in the raised position? I would like to see your armpits."
Anjila did as he wanted and stood with closed eyes and hands raised. Hemant slowly flicked his dick ogling at her slightly sweaty armpits. His fetish for it was obvious. A minute later he said, "Please go ahead now.
"You want me to go full monty or it's okay for the time being?"
Anjila could see the buldge in his underwear. An urge to see it in all its nakedness knocked her. "Full." She said.
"Okay."
Hemant spent no time to tug down his underwear. He stood naked in front of Anjila. For few seconds she kept looking down at his groin. It was a decent size with a slight curve in the end.
"You like what you see?"
Anjila nodded. She could now sense her arousal.
"I'm glad." He said. "Now if you don't mind, its your turn."
Anjila kept sitting on her place.
"I would love it if you could also stand like me and strip."
Anjila moistened her lips and climbed down the bed. She stood few steps away from Hemant whose dick, she noticed, had grown an inch more. There was silence as if she was waiting for more commands from her one night lover. For a moment she wondered about Nimish. He had been paired with Pritha. Had they already started fucking each other?
"Don't you have any problem with Pritha fucking Nimish?" She asked.
"Not right now. This is a sinful night. I'll be happy if she is happy."
The statement also reminded Anjila this was her night to experience someone other than Nimish as well and see where it took her. That was the point of the entire switch: to experience another lover which under normal circumstances wouldn't have been a possibility for this was a group act and when something is done at a mass level its becomes a shared guilt and hence less sharp.
Anjila held her tee and pulled it over raising her hands. Hemant saw her shaved armpits and grasped his dick. As he slowly massaged it, he saw her close her eyes.
"Could you please keep your hands in the raised position? I would like to see your armpits."
Anjila did as he wanted and stood with closed eyes and hands raised. Hemant slowly flicked his dick ogling at her slightly sweaty armpits. His fetish for it was obvious. A minute later he said, "Please go ahead now.
She didn't open her eyes while unhooking her bra. Her breasts were one of the most delicious, particularly the chocolate brown erect nipples, looking pair he had ever seen. And at 37 Hemant had seen quite a lot of them. As she placed her clothes on the bed her breasts juggled a bit which further aroused Hemant. She looked at him and managed an awkward smile. He was now shamelessly massaging his dick up and down. Anjila noticed it but didn't say a word. She unbuttoned her shorts and came out of it. Then rolled down her panty and stepped out of it as well. Her pussy was trimmed.
"So?" She had to clear her voice to talk properly. Hemant didn't say anything. He walked towards her. When he reached her, he pushed her on the bed. And opened her legs to position himself between her legs. Only the base of his shaft touched her semi-wet pussy. His chest crushed her breasts as he kissed her forehead, then her nose and lastly her lips. In the next second she found Hemant was sucking her tongue and intentionally spitting inside her mouth. As a reflex she held onto to his body tightly. It was stronger than Nimish was all she could think at that moment. Hemant broke the smooch and asked, "How many guys have been with till now?"
The statement also reminded Anjila this was her night to experience someone other than Nimish as well and see where it took her. That was the point of the entire switch: to experience another lover which under normal circumstances wouldn't have been a possibility for this was a group act and when something is done at a mass level its becomes a shared guilt and hence less sharp.
Anjila held her tee and pulled it over raising her hands. Hemant saw her shaved armpits and grasped his dick. As he slowly massaged it, he saw her close her eyes.
"Could you please keep your hands in the raised position? I would like to see your armpits."
Anjila did as he wanted and stood with closed eyes and hands raised. Hemant slowly flicked his dick ogling at her slightly sweaty armpits. His fetish for it was obvious. A minute later he said, "Please go ahead now.
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