Misc. Erotica Couple swapping sexperience of Chaitali by Anonymous

[Aslaan pala]

Hi, it's Chaitali here, but wait—hold on, for this next chapter of our ever-escalating adventures, I'm handing the mic over to Bhanu Bhaiya himself. He insisted on telling this part from his eyes, especially since it involves our newest additions, Chhaya and Harsh, and that unforgettable full-group initiation at his sprawling farmhouse (he calls it the "guest house" to keep it discreet, but it's basically a private playground for our sins). After that teasing "family visit" where we popped their swinging cherry, we couldn't wait to fold them into the whole crew. So, we planned a massive weekend bash—everyone invited: me and Manish, Gunjan Didi and Hemant Jiju, Radha Bhabhi, Jeetu, Kiran, Shilpi, and of course, the fresh meat, Chhaya and Harsh. Bhanu hosted at his place outside Delhi—acres of land, a huge villa with multiple bedrooms, a pool, and no neighbors to hear the screams. We arrived Friday night, bags packed with lingerie, lube, toys, and zero inhibitions. The air was electric from the start: casual drinks turning into flirty touches, clothes shedding by the poolside bonfire. But the real heat? That was Bhanu's private conquest with Chhaya. Let him tell it—raw, intense, from his POV. Take it away, Bhaiya...
Hey, this is Bhanu, the one they call the "bull" of the group—big, dominant, and always hungry for more. I've fucked my way through this circle, claimed asses and secrets alike, but that weekend when we brought in Chhaya and Harsh? Fuck, that was next level. Chhaya—Chaitali's cousin, this slim, innocent-looking firecracker with fair skin, perky tits, and an ass that begged to be worshipped. Harsh, her hubby, was fit and eager, but I could tell from the get-go he was the type who'd watch his wife get railed and stroke himself to it. We kicked off the night with a group mingle in the living room—everyone stripping down, bodies grinding, mouths exploring. I saw Harsh dive between Shilpi's thighs (that beautiful vixen with her long legs and killer curves), eating her out like a man starved while she moaned his name. Chaitali was on her knees, blowing Manish and Jeetu alternately. Gunjan and Hemant tag-teamed Radha, Hemant in her pussy, Gunjan strap-on in her ass. Kiran rode Jeetu's face. Chaos, pure filthy chaos.
But me? I locked eyes with Chhaya across the room. She was hesitant at first, sipping wine, watching Harsh with Shilpi, her nipples hard under that sheer nightie. I approached like a predator—grabbed her hand, whispered in her ear, "Chalo, meri jaan. Pehli raat sirf hum dono. Baaki sab baad mein." She bit her lip, glanced at Harsh (who nodded, already balls-deep in Shilpi's mouth), and followed me to one of the guest bedrooms upstairs. The door clicked shut, and it was on.
I pushed her against the wall, devouring her mouth—tongue deep, hands ripping off her nightie. "Kitni pyari ho tum, Chhaya. College mein bhi aisi hi thi?" I growled, squeezing her tits hard, pinching those pink nipples until she gasped. She was wet already—my fingers dipped between her legs, sliding into her slick pussy. "Ahh, Bhanu Bhaiya... haan, college mein main... player thi," she confessed breathlessly, grinding against my hand. I froze for a second, intrigued—pumped my fingers deeper, curling against her G-spot. "Player? Batao, kya kiya karti thi?" She moaned, eyes fluttering: "Multiple boyfriends... group stuff sometimes. Dorm parties where I'd fuck two, three guys in one night. Anal, oral, everything. But Harsh ko nahi pata. Please, secret rakhna... usko lagta main virgin thi shaadi se pehle."
Fuck, that turned me on harder—knowing this "innocent" wife had a slutty past. "Tera secret safe hai mere saath, randi. Par ab main tujhe remind karaunga kaise feel hota hai wild hone ka." I flipped her onto the bed, ass up, face down. Spread those cheeks wide—her pussy dripping, tight little hole winking at me. "Ab mera style dekho," I said, diving in. My tongue attacked her ass first—rimming that puckered ring slow and deep, lapping like it was the sweetest thing. She squirmed: "Oh god, Bhaiya... kya kar rahe ho? Wahan... tongue?" I hummed against her, vibrating her hole, then probed inside—fucking her ass with my tongue, wet and insistent. "Le, meri style ki ass licking. College mein kisi ne aisa kiya tha?" She thrashed, moaning louder: "Nahi... kabhi nahi! Itna dirty... acha lag raha!" I added fingers—two in her pussy, thumb on her clit—while my tongue burrowed deeper, tasting her musk. She came hard then, squirting on my hand, ass clenching around my tongue. "Ahh, Bhaiya! Cum... cumming!"
I didn't let her recover—flipped her over, shoved my thick cock in her mouth. "Chus, randi. College ki tarah deep throat kar." She gagged but took it like a pro—hollowing her cheeks, slurping, eyes watering as I face-fucked her. "Haan, aise... teri past ki yaadein taaza kar raha hoon." Pulled out, slapped her face lightly with my dick: "Ab le mera lund pussy mein." I slammed in missionary—deep, brutal thrusts, her legs over my shoulders. She screamed: "Bhaiya! Itna bara... stretch kar raha!" I pounded relentlessly, dirty talk flowing: "Teri college ki chudai se better hai na? Harsh se kitna chhota hai uska? Bata!" She clawed my back: "Haan... tumhara double hai! Fuck me harder... make me your slut again!"
We switched—her riding me cowgirl, bouncing like a pornstar, tits jiggling. I spanked her ass red: "Le, punishment for keeping secrets." Then doggy—me behind, hair pulled, slamming so hard the bed creaked. "Ab gaand ki baari," I growled, lubing up. She hesitated: "College mein try kiya tha... but tumhara itna mota." I pushed in slow—head popping past the ring, inching deep. "Ahh, Bhaiya! Dard... but mat rukna!" Once buried, I fucked her ass raw—long strokes building to savage pounds. "Le, meri college player! Cum on my cock!" She did—ass spasming, pussy untouched but squirting. I pulled out, came on her face: "Swallow, randi. Secret ke badle."
Panting, spent, we lay there a bit—her head on my chest, me stroking her hair. "Bhaiya... thank you. Yeh sab... Harsh ko mat batana mere past ke baare mein," she whispered. I kissed her forehead: "Nahi bataunga. Par ab se tu meri favorite hai."
Curiosity hit—we heard moans from downstairs. Sneaking out naked, we peeped into the next room: Harsh with Shilpi, that beautiful lady with her endless legs and perfect tits. He had her bent over the dresser, fucking her hardcore—doggy style, gripping her hips, slamming in with animal grunts. "Le, Shilpi... teri tight pussy mera lund kha rahi!" Shilpi moaned back: "Harder, Harsh! Rip me... make me scream!" Her ass rippled with each thrust, tits swinging, face contorted in ecstasy. Harsh spanked her: "Cum for me, slut!" She did—shaking, squirting down her thighs. He pulled out, came on her back. Chhaya watched, fingering herself: "Mera Harsh... itna wild." I grinned, hard again: "Chal, wapas room. Ab round two—tera past celebrate karte hain."
That night? Endless. Chhaya became our group's wild card, her secrets safe with me. The weekend blurred into more group fucks, but that private session? Mine forever.
Whew, back to me, Chaitali. Bhanu Bhaiya sure knows how to spin a tale, huh? That initiation turned Chhaya and Harsh into addicts—just like the rest of us. If you want more—like what happened when we all piled into the pool for a massive orgy, or Chhaya's first DP—let me know. What's turning you on most? ?