Misc. Erotica Couple swapping sexperience of Chaitali by Anonymous

[Aslaan pala]

Hi, it's Chaitali back again, your original naughty narrator, picking up the reins after handing off to Chhaya for her wild tales. God, hearing about her first group pile-on at the farmhouse had me reminiscing about my own initiations—bodies everywhere, cum dripping from every orifice, that overwhelming rush of being the center of it all. But life moved on after that epic weekend. Things quieted down for a bit; work, kids, the usual grind. Our group chats stayed hot—steamy pics, teasing videos, plans for the next meet—but it had been three whole months since we'd all synced up properly. Manish and I were itching for more, our home sex life spiced up with role-plays inspired by the group, but nothing beat the real thing.
So, when Bhanu Bhaiya texted us inviting us over to his Delhi house for a "casual dinner" one Friday night, we jumped at it. "Just the four of us—me, you two, and maybe Gunjan Didi if she's free," he said. Manish and I dropped the kid at my parents', dressed up flirty—me in a low-cut blouse and tight jeans that hugged my ass, no panties underneath for easy access—and drove over, buzzing with anticipation. Bhanu's place was this swanky bungalow in a posh colony, gated and private, perfect for our kind of "dinners."
We rang the bell, and Bhanu opened the door in his signature casual shirt and shorts, that broad chest peeking out, his eyes lighting up as he pulled me into a hug that lingered a bit too long, his hand grazing my lower back. "Aao, bhabhi... kitne dino baad," he murmured, kissing my cheek close to my lips. Manish shook his hand, smirking knowingly. But as we stepped into the living room, surprise hit: Shilpi and Jeetu were lounging on the couch, wine glasses in hand. Shilpi—that stunning beauty with her long, wavy hair, endless legs, and those perky tits that always made heads turn—wore a short dress that rode up her thighs. Jeetu, her hubby, was shirtless, showing off his toned abs, looking relaxed and ready.
"What the... Shilpi? Jeetu? You guys are here too?" I exclaimed, half-laughing, half-aroused already. Bhanu grinned wickedly. "Arre, surprise! Gunjan couldn't make it, but these two were in town. Thought we'd make it a mini-reunion." Manish raised an eyebrow, but I could see the bulge forming in his pants—he'd always had a thing for Shilpi's curves. Jeetu stood, hugging me tightly, his hardness pressing against my belly. "Missed you, Chaitali. Heard about your anal adventures... jealous I missed out." Shilpi sauntered over, kissing my cheeks European-style, her lips soft and lingering. "Haan di, we've been practicing for tonight. Bhanu said you'd be the star."
The "dinner" was quick—takeout Chinese, eaten with flirty banter around the table. Conversations turned steamy fast: reminiscing about the farmhouse, Shilpi teasing about how Harsh had fucked her hardcore in that dresser scene, Jeetu admitting he'd jerked off to videos of me in group piles. Wine flowed, hands wandered under the table—Bhanu's fingers tracing my thigh, Manish's hand on Shilpi's knee. By dessert, the air was thick with tension. Bhanu suggested we "move to the bedroom for coffee," and no one argued.
His master bedroom was huge—king bed, dim lights, mirrors on the ceiling for that voyeur thrill. We stripped slowly, teasing each other. Manish paired off with Jeetu and Shilpi at first, the three of them on one side of the bed: Shilpi on her knees, alternating sucking their cocks while they groped her tits. But Bhanu pulled me aside, whispering, "Tonight, you and Shilpi with me. Manish can join Jeetu for now." My pussy throbbed at the idea—a threesome with these two powerhouses.
Bhanu laid back on the bed, naked and glorious, his thick cock standing tall like a monument. Shilpi and I flanked him, our bodies pressing against his sides. I started by kissing his neck, trailing down his chest, while Shilpi claimed his mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss. "Bhaiya... three months without this beast," I murmured, my hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking slowly. Shilpi broke the kiss, smiling at me: "Let's share him properly, di." We both leaned down, our tongues meeting at his cockhead—licking the pre-cum together, then taking turns sucking. I deep-throated him first, gagging on his girth, saliva dripping as he groaned: "Ahh, Chaitali... teri mouth magic hai." Shilpi watched, then took her turn, bobbing eagerly, but Bhanu pulled me up for a kiss, his hand fingering my wet pussy. "Bhabhi, I missed your taste."
He flipped us around—me on top in a 69, his tongue diving into my pussy while I sucked him again. Shilpi straddled his face beside me, grinding her clit against his chin as he ate us both alternately. "Oh fuck, Bhanu... tongue me deeper!" Shilpi moaned, her hands on my back for support. I could hear Manish and Jeetu in the background—Manish fucking Jeetu's mouth while Jeetu jerked himself—but my focus was here. Bhanu's cock throbbed in my mouth, and I got bold: I spread his legs wider, lifting them slightly, and dipped lower. My tongue flicked at his balls first, then trailed down to his ass—rimming him slow and deep, just like I'd done in our private session months ago.
"Ahh, Chaitali! Wahan... jeebh andar!" Bhanu bucked, his voice strained with pleasure, hands gripping my hips harder as he devoured my pussy. Shilpi paused her grinding, watching with wide eyes. "Di... you're rimming him? That's so... dirty." But Bhanu was lost in it—moaning louder than with her, his cock twitching harder in my hand. "Haan, Shilpi... yeh meri favorite hai. Chaitali knows how to make me crazy." I hummed against his hole, probing deeper, tasting his musk, while fingering his prostate lightly. He thrust up involuntarily: "Fuck, bhabhi... I'm gonna cum if you don't stop!"
Shilpi's expression shifted—jealousy flickering in her eyes. She'd always been Bhanu's go-to for vanilla fun, but this? Seeing him favor my "dirty" tricks over her? It stung. "Bhanu... what about me?" she pouted, grinding harder on his face. But he was too into it, pulling me off his cock to flip me around. "Shilpi, watch and learn. Chaitali's ass is next—I've been craving it." He positioned me on all fours, Shilpi beside us, and lubed his cock generously. "Bhabhi, ready for my style?" I nodded, ass up: "Haan bhaiya... fuck my gaand. Show her how you own it."
He pushed in—slow at first, that burning stretch making me gasp: "Ahh! Bara hai... dheere." But soon he was balls-deep, thrusting rhythmically, his hands spreading my cheeks. "Kitni tight... better every time," he growled. Shilpi fingered herself watching, but the jealousy built—Bhanu's eyes locked on me, praising my ass, ignoring her a bit. "Bhaiya... I want that too," she finally whispered, voice small. "But... it's my first time anal. Be gentle?"
Bhanu slowed his thrusts in me, grinning: "Arre, Shilpi? Finally? Chaitali, help her prepare." I pulled off him reluctantly, my ass clenching empty, and guided Shilpi onto her stomach beside me. "Relax, di... it'll hurt at first, but then... heaven." Bhanu knelt behind her, drizzling lube over her virgin hole. I spread her cheeks, kissing her back soothingly. "Breathe out when he pushes." He rimmed her first—his signature move, tongue circling her puckered ring, making her squirm: "Oh god, Bhanu... wahan? It feels weird... good weird." He probed deeper, humming vibrations that had her moaning: "Ahh... deeper!"
Once she was relaxed and wet, he positioned his cockhead. "Ready, meri jaan?" Shilpi nodded, gripping the sheets. He pushed—slow, inch by inch. She yelped: "Dard! Ruk jao... too big!" But I coached her: "Breathe, push back a little." Bhanu paused halfway, stroking her back: "Good girl... le lo mujhe." Finally buried, he started shallow thrusts. Shilpi's cries turned to moans: "Ahh... full... move faster!" He obliged, building speed, spanking her lightly: "Teri virgin gaand mera lund kha rahi hai!"
Jealousy forgotten, Shilpi was hooked. I joined back in—sliding under her in a 69, licking her clit while Bhanu ass-fucked her. My tongue flicked where his cock stretched her, tasting lube and her juices. "Di... cum for us!" She exploded first—body convulsing, ass clenching around Bhanu, squirting into my mouth. "Ahh, Shilpi... cumming!" Bhanu roared, pulling out to shoot across her back and my face below.
We weren't done. Round two: Me riding Bhanu's cock reverse cowgirl, Shilpi sitting on his face, our pussies grinding near each other. We kissed sloppily—tongues tangling, hands on each other's tits—while he thrust up into me. "You two... perfect," he mumbled from below. Shilpi, bolder now, fingered my ass while I rode: "Di, your turn for anal again?" Bhanu flipped us—me on bottom, him in my ass missionary, Shilpi straddling my face. I ate her out ravenously, her cum from earlier mixing with fresh wetness, while Bhanu pounded my ass deep: "Chaitali... tighter than her!" Shilpi pouted playfully but came again, grinding hard.
The night blurred into more: Shilpi and I double-teaming Bhanu's cock—sucking, rimming, balls in mouths—until he came on our tits, rubbing it in. Manish and Jeetu peeked in eventually, joining for a full five-some, but that core threesome? Intense, jealous, transformative. Shilpi's first anal opened her up—literally—and our bond deepened with that shared secret thrill.
By morning, we were tangled in sheets, bodies sore but satisfied. Bhanu kissed us both: "Best surprise ever." And me? Already planning the next—maybe inviting Chhaya back for revenge.
Whew, over 1200 words of pure heat. Reliving that got me all worked up. Want to hear about the five-some extension, or switch to another character's POV? Tell me your kink, stranger. ?