29-12-2018, 02:28 PM
Exciting Adventurous Experiences Ch. 05
Sunita says:
The Colonel and my husband's way of love making were different. The Colonel seemed far more sensitive to my pleasure and needs. He knew how to turn me on. He knew where to touch, what to speak, where and how to caress and where and how to use pressure or brute force to make me crave for more.
You may well ask, "Why did I let a person other than my husband fuck me?"
Well for one, for the past few months my husband constantly expressed his fantasy that he wanted to see me being seduced by another virile male. I stubbornly resisted his idea to have that experience in practice.
Realizing that I would not agree to actually sleep with any other male; he requested me at least to consider that as a fantasy. He told me that when we made love, I should at least think that someone else is fucking me and not him. When he kept on repeating his request almost every time we made love, I relented to agree only to fantasize during our intercourse.
When the Colonel visited us for the first time, my husband thought him to be that someone. He asked me to take the Colonel's name in our game of role play. Admittedly, I was also taken in by the Colonel's charms and agreed to accept the Colonel as a candidate for fucking me in our fantasies. I got hot with this fantasy and my husband Sunil saw that I became horny and participated whole heartedly in fucking. His goal of making me horny and get what he wanted became a bit easier.
When we made love, my husband talked about how the Colonel would grab my boobs, how big his cock would be, how I would suck his cock, how he would lick my pussy, how I would ride on his big cock and how he would fuck me from the top and from behind. Such talks drove me up the wall. My husband Sunil perhaps had devilish plan in his dirty mind and was slowly succeeding in it by inserting the Colonel's name into role play.
My hubby told me that even the Colonel had his eyes on me and found me sexy. In one of their drunken talks, the Colonel told my husband how the Colonel surreptitiously watched the huge swell of my breasts under my blouse and how he went crazy watching the wiggle of my ass when he saw me walking from behind.
I was not sure if what my husband told me was true or he had just fabricated the story. When Sunil told me that, although I puh-puhed it, I was hot and horny. It clearly revealed that the Colonel was hot for me too.
After that my husband Sunil kept hinting to me if I would agree to move a bit forward. I shrugged him off saying that I did not know what he meant. However, incident after incident (As detailed in the previous parts) happened that brought the Colonel and me closer sensuously. The incident in cinema hall, during the Colonel's coaching me in maths, on the way to the trekking camp etc. made us aware of our craving for each other.
That night in Dr. Tiwari's clinic, I don't remember how many orgasms I had. The Colonel knew how to make me reach my high with the slightest of efforts. When I dozed off between two orgasms, he grabbed my two breasts from behind, whilst he poked his half erect cock into my ass. I didn't know how, but he knew that I didn't enjoy being fucked in the ass.
He never asked me for anal sex. He however, guessed smartly that I enjoyed his cock being poked into the entrance of my anal passage just a little. I didn't know how but somehow he knew that I go crazy when my breasts are sucked or squeezed hard and nipples pinched whilst being fucked. He never let go of my breasts whilst pumping his long rod deep inside me. He kept squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples even whilst we were asleep.
When I was half asleep, he would murmur into my ears how tasteful and sumptuous my breasts were and how sweet it was to make love to me. He did not stop praising my hair, my navel, my flat stomach and my response to his sexual overtures. He told me that I was the most gorgeous woman he ever saw. He told me that he had fucked many women, but to make love to me was special and not comparable to any of his past experiences. Naturally I took that with a pinch of salt. I was not sure that he meant it. He never used the word fucking. He always used the word "Making love"
BACK TO PRESENT
It was dawn, I was fast asleep. I was still savouring my scintillating adventure the night before, in my sleep. Both, the Colonel and I were naked and were tight in each other's arms. I could barely open my eyes when I heard a knock on the doors.
I woke up with a start. The Colonel jumped and quickly put on his trousers and shirt. He nudged me to dress up so he could open the door.
The Colonel asked loudly, "Who is it?"
I heard familiar voice of my husband, "It is I, Colonel, please open the door."
I was alarmed. I was naked in the room with the Colonel and it would leave no doubt in my husband's mind, what we were up to last night. However, I knew that I did what my husband wanted me to do for quite some time. I reasoned with myself that I had really no need to fear; I was scared and grossly guilty all the same. If my hubby was with me, when I surrendered to the Colonel, it would have been alright. However, I had sex with the Colonel in my husband's absence and that was making me feel sinful.
I told the Colonel, "Do not talk about what happened between us to my husband, please?" the Colonel nodded his head in assent but hurriedly pointed to the heap of clothing lying by bedside. I quickly put on my robe pushing all other clothing under the bed and hurriedly tried to tidy my hair, dress etc. I did not know how Sunil would react if he suspected what the Colonel and I were up to last night.
The Colonel opened the door and saw my husband standing at the door step. He moved aside to let him in. My husband's eyes had a kind of distant look as if he did not recognise us. He looked haggard and almost fell down when he entered into the room. The Colonel steadied him and asked him to sit on the chair. He was shaking with cold. He had torn his clothes. His trousers were also torn in several spots. I went to the pantry and made tea for all of us. The Colonel covered him with a blanket.
As he sat down on the chair and sipped hot tea, he seemed to regain a bit of strength and focus. He looked at me and smiled. Then he looked at the Colonel and said, "Thank you brother, you saved Sunita. You did what I could not do." He stood up staggeringly and went and hugged the Colonel.
Then he came to me, looked at me in my night gown. The gown was much smaller in size and barely covered my body. He looked at the beds. Out of the two beds, one was slept in and the other was neat with all the sheets properly folded and topped with a bedcover. I was feeling embarrassed. It was obvious to anyone that the Colonel and I had slept on the same bed. I avoided his direct gaze.
My husband Sunil came to me and hugged me lightly. He kissed my forehead and said, "Gosh, I am relieved that you both are fine."
Looking at me he said, "I am sorry to have failed you. I did not have the heart of the Colonel." His eyes were wet.
I kissed his lips softly and said, "You did not fail me. It was just that your friend was fast to react. He sacrificed his life for me." I did not elaborate, hoping he would understand.
I was feeling a sense of terrible guilt. All along our married life I was only Sunil's. The past night changed all that. Then I was no longer only my husband's; the Colonel also had a share in me. For an average Indian woman this was a very daunting situation. These days, some women perhaps do not give too much significance to this factor. However, they are not many. A vast majority of couples still consider monogamy as a very important factor.
Sunil was not in a position to talk. His eyes were closing as he muttered something in half sleep, collapsed on the bed and started snoring. Walking all that distance throughout the night was telling on him. I straightened him properly on the bed and removed his mud soaked shoes. He was then able to stretch his legs properly on the bed and slept comfortably.
After the arrival of my husband on the scene, a sort of sombreness descended in the atmosphere. I was unusually quiet. I had a sense of terrible guilt. The Colonel perhaps understood my predicament. Once he came and patted affectionately on my back with understanding look. The Colonel and I silently and quickly took turns to bath. We washed and dried up our clothing near the fire place.
As we were drying our clothing, I was not only sombre but felt like weeping. The Colonel saw me in that state, came near me and took me in his arms. All my restraint broke down. I cried my heart out. The Colonel kept petting my back without asking me why I was crying. Perhaps he had the sensitivity to understand my emotions.
Dr. Tiwari came down with tea and biscuits at about 10 am. After the usual greetings, Dr. Tiwari said that an army jeep had visited him earlier in the morning. They were looking for the Colonel and his companions. Dr. Tiwari told the army person of the Colonel's arrival and told him that the Colonel and others were asleep then.
Sunita says:
The Colonel and my husband's way of love making were different. The Colonel seemed far more sensitive to my pleasure and needs. He knew how to turn me on. He knew where to touch, what to speak, where and how to caress and where and how to use pressure or brute force to make me crave for more.
You may well ask, "Why did I let a person other than my husband fuck me?"
Well for one, for the past few months my husband constantly expressed his fantasy that he wanted to see me being seduced by another virile male. I stubbornly resisted his idea to have that experience in practice.
Realizing that I would not agree to actually sleep with any other male; he requested me at least to consider that as a fantasy. He told me that when we made love, I should at least think that someone else is fucking me and not him. When he kept on repeating his request almost every time we made love, I relented to agree only to fantasize during our intercourse.
When the Colonel visited us for the first time, my husband thought him to be that someone. He asked me to take the Colonel's name in our game of role play. Admittedly, I was also taken in by the Colonel's charms and agreed to accept the Colonel as a candidate for fucking me in our fantasies. I got hot with this fantasy and my husband Sunil saw that I became horny and participated whole heartedly in fucking. His goal of making me horny and get what he wanted became a bit easier.
When we made love, my husband talked about how the Colonel would grab my boobs, how big his cock would be, how I would suck his cock, how he would lick my pussy, how I would ride on his big cock and how he would fuck me from the top and from behind. Such talks drove me up the wall. My husband Sunil perhaps had devilish plan in his dirty mind and was slowly succeeding in it by inserting the Colonel's name into role play.
My hubby told me that even the Colonel had his eyes on me and found me sexy. In one of their drunken talks, the Colonel told my husband how the Colonel surreptitiously watched the huge swell of my breasts under my blouse and how he went crazy watching the wiggle of my ass when he saw me walking from behind.
I was not sure if what my husband told me was true or he had just fabricated the story. When Sunil told me that, although I puh-puhed it, I was hot and horny. It clearly revealed that the Colonel was hot for me too.
After that my husband Sunil kept hinting to me if I would agree to move a bit forward. I shrugged him off saying that I did not know what he meant. However, incident after incident (As detailed in the previous parts) happened that brought the Colonel and me closer sensuously. The incident in cinema hall, during the Colonel's coaching me in maths, on the way to the trekking camp etc. made us aware of our craving for each other.
That night in Dr. Tiwari's clinic, I don't remember how many orgasms I had. The Colonel knew how to make me reach my high with the slightest of efforts. When I dozed off between two orgasms, he grabbed my two breasts from behind, whilst he poked his half erect cock into my ass. I didn't know how, but he knew that I didn't enjoy being fucked in the ass.
He never asked me for anal sex. He however, guessed smartly that I enjoyed his cock being poked into the entrance of my anal passage just a little. I didn't know how but somehow he knew that I go crazy when my breasts are sucked or squeezed hard and nipples pinched whilst being fucked. He never let go of my breasts whilst pumping his long rod deep inside me. He kept squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples even whilst we were asleep.
When I was half asleep, he would murmur into my ears how tasteful and sumptuous my breasts were and how sweet it was to make love to me. He did not stop praising my hair, my navel, my flat stomach and my response to his sexual overtures. He told me that I was the most gorgeous woman he ever saw. He told me that he had fucked many women, but to make love to me was special and not comparable to any of his past experiences. Naturally I took that with a pinch of salt. I was not sure that he meant it. He never used the word fucking. He always used the word "Making love"
BACK TO PRESENT
It was dawn, I was fast asleep. I was still savouring my scintillating adventure the night before, in my sleep. Both, the Colonel and I were naked and were tight in each other's arms. I could barely open my eyes when I heard a knock on the doors.
I woke up with a start. The Colonel jumped and quickly put on his trousers and shirt. He nudged me to dress up so he could open the door.
The Colonel asked loudly, "Who is it?"
I heard familiar voice of my husband, "It is I, Colonel, please open the door."
I was alarmed. I was naked in the room with the Colonel and it would leave no doubt in my husband's mind, what we were up to last night. However, I knew that I did what my husband wanted me to do for quite some time. I reasoned with myself that I had really no need to fear; I was scared and grossly guilty all the same. If my hubby was with me, when I surrendered to the Colonel, it would have been alright. However, I had sex with the Colonel in my husband's absence and that was making me feel sinful.
I told the Colonel, "Do not talk about what happened between us to my husband, please?" the Colonel nodded his head in assent but hurriedly pointed to the heap of clothing lying by bedside. I quickly put on my robe pushing all other clothing under the bed and hurriedly tried to tidy my hair, dress etc. I did not know how Sunil would react if he suspected what the Colonel and I were up to last night.
The Colonel opened the door and saw my husband standing at the door step. He moved aside to let him in. My husband's eyes had a kind of distant look as if he did not recognise us. He looked haggard and almost fell down when he entered into the room. The Colonel steadied him and asked him to sit on the chair. He was shaking with cold. He had torn his clothes. His trousers were also torn in several spots. I went to the pantry and made tea for all of us. The Colonel covered him with a blanket.
As he sat down on the chair and sipped hot tea, he seemed to regain a bit of strength and focus. He looked at me and smiled. Then he looked at the Colonel and said, "Thank you brother, you saved Sunita. You did what I could not do." He stood up staggeringly and went and hugged the Colonel.
Then he came to me, looked at me in my night gown. The gown was much smaller in size and barely covered my body. He looked at the beds. Out of the two beds, one was slept in and the other was neat with all the sheets properly folded and topped with a bedcover. I was feeling embarrassed. It was obvious to anyone that the Colonel and I had slept on the same bed. I avoided his direct gaze.
My husband Sunil came to me and hugged me lightly. He kissed my forehead and said, "Gosh, I am relieved that you both are fine."
Looking at me he said, "I am sorry to have failed you. I did not have the heart of the Colonel." His eyes were wet.
I kissed his lips softly and said, "You did not fail me. It was just that your friend was fast to react. He sacrificed his life for me." I did not elaborate, hoping he would understand.
I was feeling a sense of terrible guilt. All along our married life I was only Sunil's. The past night changed all that. Then I was no longer only my husband's; the Colonel also had a share in me. For an average Indian woman this was a very daunting situation. These days, some women perhaps do not give too much significance to this factor. However, they are not many. A vast majority of couples still consider monogamy as a very important factor.
Sunil was not in a position to talk. His eyes were closing as he muttered something in half sleep, collapsed on the bed and started snoring. Walking all that distance throughout the night was telling on him. I straightened him properly on the bed and removed his mud soaked shoes. He was then able to stretch his legs properly on the bed and slept comfortably.
After the arrival of my husband on the scene, a sort of sombreness descended in the atmosphere. I was unusually quiet. I had a sense of terrible guilt. The Colonel perhaps understood my predicament. Once he came and patted affectionately on my back with understanding look. The Colonel and I silently and quickly took turns to bath. We washed and dried up our clothing near the fire place.
As we were drying our clothing, I was not only sombre but felt like weeping. The Colonel saw me in that state, came near me and took me in his arms. All my restraint broke down. I cried my heart out. The Colonel kept petting my back without asking me why I was crying. Perhaps he had the sensitivity to understand my emotions.
Dr. Tiwari came down with tea and biscuits at about 10 am. After the usual greetings, Dr. Tiwari said that an army jeep had visited him earlier in the morning. They were looking for the Colonel and his companions. Dr. Tiwari told the army person of the Colonel's arrival and told him that the Colonel and others were asleep then.
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