Yesterday, 01:16 AM
The sex that night was nothing less than steamy, and Sweetie’s cunt was wet and slippery without any foreplay. I came soon, but came long and hard, like Arun. Next morning I had to leave early. Arun was still asleep when I left. What happened behind me between my wife and my friend, I have put together mostly from what Arun – and to some extent Sweetie – told me.
After our son was off to college, leaving Sweetie and Arun in the house, Arun told her all about his married life and how he missed a woman in his life (the standard talk); and how much he appreciated what I and particularly Sweetie had done for him last night. He told her that he’s been watching a lot of porn lately and even showed her some of the magazines he had with him. With his uncanny knack for bringing people around to his own attitude, he even convinced her to show him some of her own pictures on the computer – not the really hot ones, but at least those where she was showing some cleavage and wearing sexy dresses. She had no inkling of the fact that Arun had already seen the entire collection, even the fully nude ones.
I came back late in the afternoon. That evening our son was supposed to go and stay at his uncle’s place (Sweetie’s brother), as he and his cousin (same age) are great friends. Once he was dropped off, the three of us had the house to ourselves and I was wondering what would happen now. I was soon to find out.
It was a hot and humid night (we were in the middle of a very hot summer). Sweetie took a late bath and was in her bathing gown as we settled down for our post-dinner cup of tea. Things started off in pretty much the same fashion, the idea being me “relieving” Arun and all. But this time Arun asked if we could do it in his room. None of us saw any reason to say no, since our son was not in the house. So we proceeded to our bedroom and soon Arun was lying on the double-bed where Sweetie and I had had sex countless times. That night he was wearing a nightgown instead of his boxer shorts.
“Let’s both get naked” Arun said as he opened the sash of his gown and opened it at the front to reveal that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, just as I suspected. I also took off my PJ suit and was soon lying naked beside Arun.
“Why is it that only two of us are naked?” Arun said, looking at Sweetie. When she just smiled and said nothing, he said,
“At least take the robe off.”
“I’m not wearing anything underneath.” She replied.
“All the better” he said.
This light-hearted bantering continued for some time, while we stroked and brought each other’s cocks to full attention. Sweetie was watching our cocks, standing like flagpoles between our legs, with a fascination she could barely hide. At last, she agreed to lower the robe to her waist, but said she would cover her tits with her arms and hands. I strained to believe what my ears were listening to: my wife was negotiating with my friend (who was having his cock stroked by her husband) as to how much of her body she was going to reveal! Could things get any more remarkable?
I watched with a thumping heart as my wife first turned her back to us and opened her robe from the front without opening the cord, lowered the top portion down to her waist and brought her arms around in front of her boobs. Once she was satisfied that she was covering herself as much as possible with her hands and arms, she turned back to face us. She almost took my breath away! It was one thing getting to imagine something and quite another to actually experience it. Watching your wife standing topless, covering her substantial boobs only by folding her arms over them, is something I cannot describe no matter how many words I use. She then smiled shyly and said,
“Is it ok now?” as if she was trying on a new dress.
There she stood as we worked on each others’ cocks. After about a couple of minutes of this, Arun turned to me and said,
“I want you to go to her, hold her in your arms, and kiss her.”
For a minute I looked at him, surprised, then realized that under the circumstances it was hardly an outrageous request. I got up, went to my wife, my cock leading like a sword, held her in my arms and started kissing her deeply and passionately. I started by kissing her on the neck, as I know this gets her aroused very quickly. Soon, I had her moaning with delight, and I whispered in her ear to hold my cock. She glanced at Arun from the corner of her eye who was just slowly stroking his cock, watching the whole scene intently. I pressed her closer to me and whispered,
“Don’t worry, he can’t see your boobs when they are pressed against my chest like this” and went on kissing her. She let go off her right arm which was covering her left boob, and reached down to find my cock, and gripped it tightly. It felt wonderful.
I shifted my position so that I was now facing Arun and Sweetie once again had her back to him. This way she could use her hands to hold me without worrying about covering her breasts. I slid my hands down her back and inside her robe, grabbing and feeling her ass as we continued to kiss and caress. She also tightened her grip on my cock and started twisting and squeezing it, which was a little painful but immensely pleasurable as well. From above her head I saw Arun motioning me to slide her robe further and expose her butt. I hesitated for a few second, knowing this was the moment…., if I do as he wanted me to now and expose my wife fully, who knows what would happen next. If I didn’t, I may always rue the lost opportunity.
The look on Arun’s face said if I didn’t do it soon, he might just do it himself. I started slipping the bathing robe further down my wife’s back, but found that I couldn’t do it beyond an inch or so. Then I remembered that the sash at the front was still tied on. I moved my hands to the front, moving away from her embrace just a little to give myself room to reach the sash. As I reached the sash and tugged at the knot to release it, Sweetie realized what I was doing and held my hand to resist.
“Its alright” I whispered, “You don’t need to turn around” as if showing her naked ass to other men was a routine act for her.
“But….,” she whispered, her resistance weakening a little. At that instant I knew that she wanted to do it, but her lifelong inhibitions were too strong to actually let her do it. In that moment I realized that I will have to push her to take her to the next level. I made a decision…....., it hardly took a second or two. I took hold of the cord tying her robe and pulled it……, an instant later the robe was on the floor, leaving my wife butt naked, in full view of my friend!
As soon as my wife’s ass was exposed, Arun got up from the bed and still stroking his cock vigorously, walked within touching distance of us. Standing barely a foot behind her he reached out with his hand and touched her bare ass, softly, on the left cheek. Sweetie immediately stiffened in my arms as she felt her ass being touched by Arun. I further tightened my grip. I knew that this was the moment: if I let her inhibitions take over things will never proceed any further, and there may, in fact be a feeling of guilt on her part later. I wanted to carry her over in the heat of the moment. I don’t think I ever felt more sexually aroused in my life as I felt at that moment. I wanted Arun and me to carry her over, between the two of us, to the bed, and fuck her strongly but passionately. However, I knew she wasn’t ready for it ……, yet. Strange as it sounds, I loved her very much at that moment, yet wanted to share her with another man.
Arun never withdrew his hand from Sweetie’s buttock. He just kept it still for a few seconds to gauge her reaction. When he experienced no discouragement, he became bolder and started exploring my wife’s beautiful ass. Between necking and kissing Sweetie, I was watching over her shoulder, and I saw him caress the soft skin of her butt with his hand. After feeling her left cheek all over in two or three circular motions of his hand, he grabbed a bit of flesh and squeezed, firmly, feeling the magnificent softness in his palm. After this, I couldn’t hold Sweetie still further, short of forcing her, something that I had no intention of doing, knowing very well that it would have a negative effect on her attitude towards the entire episode. She drew away from me a little and instinctively laid a hand over Arun’s hand, cupping the left cheek of her ass, as if to stop him. But I saw that there was no force in that reaction…., nothing like a woman who feels her ass being felt and reacts in shock. No. It was more like a woman reacting half-heartedly to a friendly prank. Arun, despite being on the verge of an orgasm, sensed enough that it was not the right moment to push her further. He just give squeezed her ass a couple of time again, and let go. An instant later, he came…., sprouting a jet of sperm on the floor.
Once Arun had ejaculated, it was over – for the moment. Sweetie wore her robe again (keeping her back turned to Arun, still not showing herself nude from the front) and Arun, like a gentleman, cleared up the mess he had just created on the floor with some tissue papers. He also apologized to Sweetie for feeling her butt and flattered her by saying that she’s too beautiful for any man to resist. Then, putting on his gown, he glanced at my still erect cock and said, “I see: you two still have a lot to do,†smiled, and left for his own room.
Once we had sex – after Arun had left, I asked Sweetie, while I was on top of her, my cock well inside her pussy, how she had felt when Arun touched her bare ass. She blushed and tried to evade the question, but, pumping her hard with my cock, I asked again “kaisa laga? (how did it feel?)â€. This time, she just closed her eyes, and replied, “Achcha laga (it felt good).†Then she asked, “what about you?†I replied by kissing her deep on the mouth and said, “This is how I feel!†She just moaned and pressed me further towards her. The flimsy curtain of reserve that was so far covering the whole thing between the three of us was finally being lifted. Slowly and gradually, she was breaking free of her inhibitions.
Once we were thru, and lay panting beside each other, I had a sudden inspiration. I asked her what if we invite Arun to sleep in our room tonight. As I expected, she agreed readily.
“What would you wear if he sleeps here?†I asked her, smiling. She thought over it a bit, and then, with my suggestion, decided on a light green night dress which, if worn without a bra, outlined the tips of her nipples quite clearly. This was the way I convinced her to wear it. She wanted to wear panties underneath but I made her agree to a g-string instead. While she got into these clothes, I went up to Arun’s room to give him the invitation.
Obviously, he was happy as a lark to hear it and came readily, putting on the same gown he was wearing earlier. Entering our room, he thanked Sweetie for the invitation but said he will accept on one condition, i.e. Sweetie will sleep between the two of us. She accepted easily and all three of us took our positions on the bed: me on one corner, Sweetie next to me on my left, and Arun on the other corner. Once we had lied down on the bed, Arun took off his gown. He was naked underneath. Looking at us, he said, “hope you don’t mind; I always sleep naked.†Based on what had happened so far between the three of us, Sweetie really had no reason to object to this, but I did feel her involuntarily shifting towards my side as Arun lied down on the bed again. He did, however, put a bed sheet over his torso and cover his cock ……, almost!
I woke up at around 5:30 a.m. feeling thirsty and needing a glass of water. I also went into the bathroom to piss. When I came out Arun was reclining, his head propped up on his elbow, staring at Sweetie who seemed to be fast asleep. He asked for a glass of water too and I obliged him.
“Kya dekh rahay ho? (What are you staring at?)†I asked him.
“Soch raha hoon (I’m thinking)†he said, still looking at Sweetie’s nipples so invitingly visible beneath her dress, “Isay chodney mein kitna maza ayega (how it would feel like to fuck her).â€
I said nothing, but my cock was getting hard again, just listening to him talk that way about my wife.
Arun reached out and placed his hand very gently on Sweetie’s left boob. Then he moved his hand, still very gently, over the other boob, feeling the nipples under the soft fabric of her dress. He squeezed them just so slightly. Getting more confident that she would not wake up, he proceeded to move his hand on her cleavage and then slip it under her dress. Now, he was touching my wife’s boobs right in front of me, and my cock was fully erect again. In fact I didn’t know who was getting more aroused: Arun or me?
Inside her dress, he felt both tits all over, running his hand over them, touching the nipples. The bed sheet had slipped off him and I could see that his cock was as erect as mine. Sweetie was in a deep sleep, quite unaware of how her body was being explored by her guest.
After playing with her boobs for couple of minutes he removed his hand, knelt forward, took hold of the hem of her dress that came just below her knees, and pushed it up to her stomach, up to the point where her g-string was visible. This took a little time as he didn’t want to wake her up, but he succeeded in exposing her right up to her belly button. After that, he moved his hands along the smooth skin of her legs, thighs, ankles, over her pretty feet, then back again, up to her crotch……, I watched, stunned with arousal, as my friend touched my wife on her tummy, fingered her belly button, caressed the inner part of her thighs. My mouth was dry again with excitement.Finally, he took hold of the g-string with both ends, and slowly yanked it down, exposing her most private of parts.
Sweetie keeps a neatly trimmed bush; that’s the way I like it. Arun looked at the shiny black fluff of hair protruding from between her legs, then reached out and very, very gently, ran his fingers over it. Looking at me, he smiled and said, “Y’know what: I like them smooth. We’ll have to shave it. But that can wait.” And he continued running his fingers, very slowly and gently, inside Sweetie’s cunt hair.
“Shave it!?” I thought, incredulously, “what exactly does he mean? How far is he planning to go with all this?” Perhaps, for the first time, the question presented itself in my mind. How far indeed? Somewhere, at the back of my mind, a tiny voice answered, “all the way!”
It was one thing letting my friend see my wife naked and even touch her private parts. But would I be prepared to actually let him fuck her, provided she agreed? I asked myself and found that the answer both disturbed and excited me; because the answer was YES!
Arun meanwhile, was busy playing around with Sweetie’s body, and now his fingers were reaching in between her thighs. He was exploring her pussy and had, ever so slightly, parted her cunt lips. Then he kneeled forward, bringing his mouth very close to her pussy. I thought he was going to kiss her cunt. But he just inhaled deeply, and then, moving away, exhaled after a few seconds, saying, “Ah! The scent of a woman!”
He covered her up after this, saying that going any further might wake her, and he was right as she had started fidgeting a little.
“Guess we’ll have to wait till she wakes up” he sighed, lying down again and absentmindedly stroking his cock. “Wait for what?” I thought to myself. I was going to get the answer pretty soon.
Further sleep seemed unlikely so we just lay there, talking of old times. I came over to Arun’s side and we played around with each others’ cocks without doing anything serious as, without saying it out loud, both of wanted to “keep it hard” till Sweetie woke up, expecting “better things!” Eventually, I came back to my side of the bed, and dozed off a little.
She woke up a good 90 minutes later. I felt soft fingers touching my cock, opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me. I was relieved to see there was no guilt in her eyes for what had happened last night, nor any accusation towards me for having led her into that situation.
“Don’t you think my cock also deserves some treatment?” we were startled by Arun’s voice, who was very much awake and very much hard again. “Considering that Sanju got a fuck last night and all I got was a hand-job, that too, self-administered.” (I am trying my best to translate and, at the same time, not lose the feel of the conversation…., a difficult job, as you may imagine).
For once, I’ll go against my tendency and cut it short here. One thing leading to another, it was finally decided that our insatiable guest will get another hand-job, but this time, it will be the hostess who will administer it, not the host!
Sweetie was bit confused and a bit worried what Arun was asking. Ofcourse it was too much for it. I didn’t wanted to loose this opportunity and wanted my fantasy to come true.Sweetie was looking at me continuously. I moved my self more closer to her and took hold her hand in mine and told her smilingly with eyes to go ahead. With this she got some courage.
I watched with baited breath as, for the first time ever, my wife reached out and touched another man’s cock with her hand. The first touch was really tentative: like someone touching a hot object; she just felt it with her finger tips; then ran her fingers very gently up and down the length of his shaft, feeling its smoothness. I could tell that, nervous as she was, she was enjoying it greatly. As for Arun, he was in seventh heaven. Finally, growing bolder by the minute, she grabbed it in her hand, taking the full shaft in her palm, gripping it, feeling its hardness. I was going crazy with erotic excitement myself. I knew the pleasure of the situation was taking both of us beyond questions of morality, like whether what we were doing was right or wrong. Arun, of course, was already way beyond such considerations.
I watched with unashamed fascination as my wife continued to stroke my friend’s hard cock. I watched, and loved, every stroke she gave it; every time she squeezed it I felt my own organ twitching with pleasure. She had given me hand-jobs once in a while, but even those hadn’t felt as good as the one she was giving my buddy.
Arun told her to fondle his balls as well, which she did obligingly, feeling the soft twin pouches, taut with anticipation and tension, with her fingers. Moans of pleasure were now coming from Arun’s mouth, and his cock had started dripping. Even in this heightened state of pleasure, he still had the presence of mind to try and take it to a higher level. In his place I would have been content to just get a hand-job from a beautiful woman dressed so revealingly. Not Arun though. He asked Sweetie if she could remove her dress. When she refused, he insisted and presented an interesting compromise: that she would remove her dress, continue the hand-job, while I would cover her tits with my hands so that they won’t be on full display. To my surprise, she looked at me inquiringly, and, getting a nod of approval, agreed. She then turned around and pulled her dress over her head, laying it on the bed near her. Now, completely naked sans her g-string, she had me cover both her tits with my hands. I could feel the stiffness of her nipples as I cupped each breast.
Now, her tits covered only by my hands, she started on Arun’s hard cock again, stroking, squeezing and fondling the shaft and the balls, even running her hand over his muscle bound thighs and stomach. I never felt hornier in my life. There was an incredibly delicious raunchiness to the whole situation. I kept squeezing her twin globes and kissing her every now and then as she continued satisfying my friend’s lust. Arun’s moans groans – like, “yes, pump it harder baby!” or “Aur maslo na…., zara zor say pakro maira lorra (squeeze it a little more…., hold my cock tighter in your hand)” made it all the more exciting, Towards the end – meaning when it became evident that Arun could come any second, I made a decision, or you could say that some force inside me made that decision: I suddenly removed my hands from the front of her tits and moved them lower, holding both tits up, as if offering them to someone for sucking….. (I do hope you get the picture). At this, Sweetie gave a small cry of surprise, and made a feeble attempt, with her other, free hand, to bring my hands to their former position; but nothing apart from that. Once she realized her husband was intent on exposing her tits in their full glory to his friend, she just let them hang out, pink stiff nipples on round, white mounds of flesh…., and continued with the job “at hand”! The next instant, Arun spurted a jet of sperm …..
Some of his sperm sprayed on Sweetie’s hand as well, which she wiped off with a tissue, covered herself with a sheet, and lied down again. With Arun being “relieved” the next logical thing was for me to fuck Sweetie. But this time, Arun was in no mood to leave the room. In fact, he insisted that we do it in front of him. Sweetie, despite all that had taken place so far, wasn’t quite ready to open her legs and show her pussy to Arun. Again, a compromise was reached: I would fuck her on the top (the traditional position) with a sheet covering us, at least the lower portions of our bodies.
First, I removed Sweetie’s g-string, while she was still under the bed sheet. Then, holding the sheet like a tent around me, I climbed on top and entered her. She was hot as an oven inside and I knew that I wont be able to hold back for long. In this position, as you may be able to imagine, her tits were mostly visible, except when I pressed down on her and hid her body from view with my own. I tried to hoist myself up as often as possible while humping her, to give Arun as much a view of her tits as possible. She also didn’t try and cover up much. Arun was barely a foot away, reclining on his right side, watching us fuck in heat. Sweetie was groaning and moaning freely, as she always does when fucked.
“How did his cock feel in your hand?” I whispered in her ear, not caring that Arun was probably close enough to listen anyway.
“It ….., ahh, it felt good” she replied, panting with each thrust I gave her, “hard!”
“Would it feel as hard inside as mine does?” I asked, almost over the hill now with excitement.
“I….., ahh, ohh, don’t know…. Yes… it would!” she replied, reaching her own climax.
Seconds later, knowing I was about to come, I acted on impulse again. I reached out, took Arun’s hand in my own – catching him by surprise this time – and placed it firmly over Sweetie’s right breast. Then I pressed down against her body, sandwiching his hand between my wife’s breast and my own chest, gave one final push, and came like I had never come before.
Coming inside my wife while my friend’s hand was placed on her breast seemed to connect the three of us together. As I finished my orgasm and came to senses, Arun was still grabbing Sweetie’s breast. When I turned over and laid back, he was still holding it. No longer bearing the weight of my body, he was squeezing it himself, just a little, with no visible resistance from Sweetie, who, like me, was still recovering from that amazing climax. By the time she opened her eyes, he was touching and feeling the other breast. She looked, smiled, and gently removed his hand from her breasts, then covered herself again with the sheet.
“Not fair” he murmured. Sweetie just smiled and said nothing.
A fact, nevertheless, was established: that Sweetie wouldn’t really mind being touched by Arun. Seizing the opportunity, he took it a step further. Hardly a few minutes had passed when he said to Sweetie,
“Listen, can you lie face down for a while……, without the bed sheet, I mean?”
“Why?” she asked, reacting cautiously but not without interest at the suggestion.
“Just wanted to see your delicious ass again before we get up for breakfast” he replied, calmly, as if he had just asked to see some piece of jewelry she owned.
With a bit of pretentious reservation on her side, it was decided that she would do so, after putting on her g-string again, which, of course, was no hindrance as far as the rear view was concerned.
Still under the sheets, she put on that tiny patch of cloth again, to cover her pussy, and turning over, lied down on her face. I removed the sheet, laying bare my wife’s resplendent ass for the full view of my friend. First, he just gazed at and commented on it; praising its shape, its roundness, its fullness etc., telling me how lucky I was to be the owner of such beauty. Sweetie just listened with a smile and a blush on her face. Then he asked Sweetie if he could touch it. With a couple of second’s delay, during which my heart started racing again, she said, “Ok, but just a little.”
Well, “just a little” had its own connotation for Arun, who, first applied one, then both hands on the full, soft, round buttocks of my wife, feeling, caressing, squeezing both cheeks, almost kneading the flesh in his palms; all the while making small, appreciative comments. He even spotted the mole on her left cheek, just near the ass hole, and remarked how inviting it looked. Sweetie, while obviously enjoying herself, kept her legs closed tightly.
Then he asked, all of a sudden, if I had ever fucked her in the ass. When I replied in the negative he acted as if I had just told him that I’d never tasted fried chicken in my life.
“But why?” he cried, pressing both butt cheeks with his hands; he was virtually giving my wife a butt massage now. When told that it hurts, he pooh poohed the idea, saying that we must have tried it without enough lubrication. I noticed that he was actually pushing both cheeks apart with his hands to have as clear a view of her ass hole as possible, and once or twice his fingers almost brushed her ass hole, but Sweetie never objected.
By the time both of them had had enough, Arun was hard once again. Sweetie just shook her head as she looked at it, as if saying “boys will be boys” or something to the effect, covered her boobs again with her gown, and went into the bathroom to get ready for breakfast. I had an important meeting with the Director of one the leading hotel chains at around 12 noon, so I knew there wont be much time for fooling around in the morning. That being a Saturday, our son was still at his cousin’s place where he would stay till Sunday evening, so I was looking forward to another evening of excitement.
Arun insisted that Sweetie wear something sexy at breakfast as well, and his request was granted. Sweetie wore a transparent sky blue wrap (one of my favorites) over bright red bra and matching g-string. During the breakfast, she removed the wrap on Arun’s insistence. After the butt-massage which she got from Arun in the morning, a major change had occurred in their behavior. Arun would routinely put a hand over her naked rump while she stood setting plates on the table, or pat her butt while talking, as if it was the most natural thing in the world; with no objection from Sweetie.
After a relatively late breakfast, I hurriedly took a bath, shaved, changed clothes and rushed for work, mindful of city’s traffic. What happened after that is, again, I can only tell you from what has been told to me by Arun and Sweetie, in bits and pieces.
Arun asked Sweetie to take him to see some of the new shopping centers and malls that have come up in the city during the last 10 years or so. Not having much to do, she agreed. To get ready, Arun took a shower in the bathroom attached to our bedroom, keeping the door wide open – there being no use of such formalities of modesties after what had occurred last night. Sweetie glanced inside more than once, giggling a little, even handled him the towel once, but steadfastly refused his invitations for joining him in the shower. He came out naked, semi-hard cock dangling between two muscular thighs. Sweetie didn’t even flinch at this sight anymore. However, when her turn came, she closed the door before taking a shower. Arun knocked after a while, and when she opened, peeking out, only her wet face and neck visible, he asked for “just a look” at her naked body. She resisted, good naturedly, then finally relented a little, opening the door just for a few seconds, letting him see her delicious boobs, dripping with water, but not her pussy again. It seemed to me they were like two kids playing games with each other.
She came out wrapped in a towel, and on Arun’s imploring again, agreed to dress in front of him. Though she let him go as far as hook up her bra, but she turned around while putting on the panties, hiding her pussy again.
Once ready, they took a cab and arrived at one of the upscale shopping malls of the city. Inside, Arun treated her to a shopping spree. Not only did he make her buy a pair of shoes, some clothes, but he took her to a very expensive lingerie shop and had her try out (in the trial room of course) various bras, panties, and particularly g-strings. To the two sales girls present there, they must have appeared like a married couple. In fact, as he kept choosing the most revealing and outrageous articles of lingerie for her, they could barely hide their smiles. They had lunch at a fast food outlet, and overall, had a great time together.
I came back in the evening around 8:00 after a hard day’s work, a little tired but looking forward to a highly prospective night, full of forbidden pleasures. It was arousing, to say the least, to know what my wife and friend had been up to the whole day, particularly after seeing the lingerie he had been buying her. I could see that Arun was getting very close to Sweetie now, and she was clearly responding to his seduction. That night, I couldn’t wait to go to bed….., none of us could!
After our son was off to college, leaving Sweetie and Arun in the house, Arun told her all about his married life and how he missed a woman in his life (the standard talk); and how much he appreciated what I and particularly Sweetie had done for him last night. He told her that he’s been watching a lot of porn lately and even showed her some of the magazines he had with him. With his uncanny knack for bringing people around to his own attitude, he even convinced her to show him some of her own pictures on the computer – not the really hot ones, but at least those where she was showing some cleavage and wearing sexy dresses. She had no inkling of the fact that Arun had already seen the entire collection, even the fully nude ones.
I came back late in the afternoon. That evening our son was supposed to go and stay at his uncle’s place (Sweetie’s brother), as he and his cousin (same age) are great friends. Once he was dropped off, the three of us had the house to ourselves and I was wondering what would happen now. I was soon to find out.
It was a hot and humid night (we were in the middle of a very hot summer). Sweetie took a late bath and was in her bathing gown as we settled down for our post-dinner cup of tea. Things started off in pretty much the same fashion, the idea being me “relieving” Arun and all. But this time Arun asked if we could do it in his room. None of us saw any reason to say no, since our son was not in the house. So we proceeded to our bedroom and soon Arun was lying on the double-bed where Sweetie and I had had sex countless times. That night he was wearing a nightgown instead of his boxer shorts.
“Let’s both get naked” Arun said as he opened the sash of his gown and opened it at the front to reveal that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, just as I suspected. I also took off my PJ suit and was soon lying naked beside Arun.
“Why is it that only two of us are naked?” Arun said, looking at Sweetie. When she just smiled and said nothing, he said,
“At least take the robe off.”
“I’m not wearing anything underneath.” She replied.
“All the better” he said.
This light-hearted bantering continued for some time, while we stroked and brought each other’s cocks to full attention. Sweetie was watching our cocks, standing like flagpoles between our legs, with a fascination she could barely hide. At last, she agreed to lower the robe to her waist, but said she would cover her tits with her arms and hands. I strained to believe what my ears were listening to: my wife was negotiating with my friend (who was having his cock stroked by her husband) as to how much of her body she was going to reveal! Could things get any more remarkable?
I watched with a thumping heart as my wife first turned her back to us and opened her robe from the front without opening the cord, lowered the top portion down to her waist and brought her arms around in front of her boobs. Once she was satisfied that she was covering herself as much as possible with her hands and arms, she turned back to face us. She almost took my breath away! It was one thing getting to imagine something and quite another to actually experience it. Watching your wife standing topless, covering her substantial boobs only by folding her arms over them, is something I cannot describe no matter how many words I use. She then smiled shyly and said,
“Is it ok now?” as if she was trying on a new dress.
There she stood as we worked on each others’ cocks. After about a couple of minutes of this, Arun turned to me and said,
“I want you to go to her, hold her in your arms, and kiss her.”
For a minute I looked at him, surprised, then realized that under the circumstances it was hardly an outrageous request. I got up, went to my wife, my cock leading like a sword, held her in my arms and started kissing her deeply and passionately. I started by kissing her on the neck, as I know this gets her aroused very quickly. Soon, I had her moaning with delight, and I whispered in her ear to hold my cock. She glanced at Arun from the corner of her eye who was just slowly stroking his cock, watching the whole scene intently. I pressed her closer to me and whispered,
“Don’t worry, he can’t see your boobs when they are pressed against my chest like this” and went on kissing her. She let go off her right arm which was covering her left boob, and reached down to find my cock, and gripped it tightly. It felt wonderful.
I shifted my position so that I was now facing Arun and Sweetie once again had her back to him. This way she could use her hands to hold me without worrying about covering her breasts. I slid my hands down her back and inside her robe, grabbing and feeling her ass as we continued to kiss and caress. She also tightened her grip on my cock and started twisting and squeezing it, which was a little painful but immensely pleasurable as well. From above her head I saw Arun motioning me to slide her robe further and expose her butt. I hesitated for a few second, knowing this was the moment…., if I do as he wanted me to now and expose my wife fully, who knows what would happen next. If I didn’t, I may always rue the lost opportunity.
The look on Arun’s face said if I didn’t do it soon, he might just do it himself. I started slipping the bathing robe further down my wife’s back, but found that I couldn’t do it beyond an inch or so. Then I remembered that the sash at the front was still tied on. I moved my hands to the front, moving away from her embrace just a little to give myself room to reach the sash. As I reached the sash and tugged at the knot to release it, Sweetie realized what I was doing and held my hand to resist.
“Its alright” I whispered, “You don’t need to turn around” as if showing her naked ass to other men was a routine act for her.
“But….,” she whispered, her resistance weakening a little. At that instant I knew that she wanted to do it, but her lifelong inhibitions were too strong to actually let her do it. In that moment I realized that I will have to push her to take her to the next level. I made a decision…....., it hardly took a second or two. I took hold of the cord tying her robe and pulled it……, an instant later the robe was on the floor, leaving my wife butt naked, in full view of my friend!
As soon as my wife’s ass was exposed, Arun got up from the bed and still stroking his cock vigorously, walked within touching distance of us. Standing barely a foot behind her he reached out with his hand and touched her bare ass, softly, on the left cheek. Sweetie immediately stiffened in my arms as she felt her ass being touched by Arun. I further tightened my grip. I knew that this was the moment: if I let her inhibitions take over things will never proceed any further, and there may, in fact be a feeling of guilt on her part later. I wanted to carry her over in the heat of the moment. I don’t think I ever felt more sexually aroused in my life as I felt at that moment. I wanted Arun and me to carry her over, between the two of us, to the bed, and fuck her strongly but passionately. However, I knew she wasn’t ready for it ……, yet. Strange as it sounds, I loved her very much at that moment, yet wanted to share her with another man.
Arun never withdrew his hand from Sweetie’s buttock. He just kept it still for a few seconds to gauge her reaction. When he experienced no discouragement, he became bolder and started exploring my wife’s beautiful ass. Between necking and kissing Sweetie, I was watching over her shoulder, and I saw him caress the soft skin of her butt with his hand. After feeling her left cheek all over in two or three circular motions of his hand, he grabbed a bit of flesh and squeezed, firmly, feeling the magnificent softness in his palm. After this, I couldn’t hold Sweetie still further, short of forcing her, something that I had no intention of doing, knowing very well that it would have a negative effect on her attitude towards the entire episode. She drew away from me a little and instinctively laid a hand over Arun’s hand, cupping the left cheek of her ass, as if to stop him. But I saw that there was no force in that reaction…., nothing like a woman who feels her ass being felt and reacts in shock. No. It was more like a woman reacting half-heartedly to a friendly prank. Arun, despite being on the verge of an orgasm, sensed enough that it was not the right moment to push her further. He just give squeezed her ass a couple of time again, and let go. An instant later, he came…., sprouting a jet of sperm on the floor.
Once Arun had ejaculated, it was over – for the moment. Sweetie wore her robe again (keeping her back turned to Arun, still not showing herself nude from the front) and Arun, like a gentleman, cleared up the mess he had just created on the floor with some tissue papers. He also apologized to Sweetie for feeling her butt and flattered her by saying that she’s too beautiful for any man to resist. Then, putting on his gown, he glanced at my still erect cock and said, “I see: you two still have a lot to do,†smiled, and left for his own room.
Once we had sex – after Arun had left, I asked Sweetie, while I was on top of her, my cock well inside her pussy, how she had felt when Arun touched her bare ass. She blushed and tried to evade the question, but, pumping her hard with my cock, I asked again “kaisa laga? (how did it feel?)â€. This time, she just closed her eyes, and replied, “Achcha laga (it felt good).†Then she asked, “what about you?†I replied by kissing her deep on the mouth and said, “This is how I feel!†She just moaned and pressed me further towards her. The flimsy curtain of reserve that was so far covering the whole thing between the three of us was finally being lifted. Slowly and gradually, she was breaking free of her inhibitions.
Once we were thru, and lay panting beside each other, I had a sudden inspiration. I asked her what if we invite Arun to sleep in our room tonight. As I expected, she agreed readily.
“What would you wear if he sleeps here?†I asked her, smiling. She thought over it a bit, and then, with my suggestion, decided on a light green night dress which, if worn without a bra, outlined the tips of her nipples quite clearly. This was the way I convinced her to wear it. She wanted to wear panties underneath but I made her agree to a g-string instead. While she got into these clothes, I went up to Arun’s room to give him the invitation.
Obviously, he was happy as a lark to hear it and came readily, putting on the same gown he was wearing earlier. Entering our room, he thanked Sweetie for the invitation but said he will accept on one condition, i.e. Sweetie will sleep between the two of us. She accepted easily and all three of us took our positions on the bed: me on one corner, Sweetie next to me on my left, and Arun on the other corner. Once we had lied down on the bed, Arun took off his gown. He was naked underneath. Looking at us, he said, “hope you don’t mind; I always sleep naked.†Based on what had happened so far between the three of us, Sweetie really had no reason to object to this, but I did feel her involuntarily shifting towards my side as Arun lied down on the bed again. He did, however, put a bed sheet over his torso and cover his cock ……, almost!
I woke up at around 5:30 a.m. feeling thirsty and needing a glass of water. I also went into the bathroom to piss. When I came out Arun was reclining, his head propped up on his elbow, staring at Sweetie who seemed to be fast asleep. He asked for a glass of water too and I obliged him.
“Kya dekh rahay ho? (What are you staring at?)†I asked him.
“Soch raha hoon (I’m thinking)†he said, still looking at Sweetie’s nipples so invitingly visible beneath her dress, “Isay chodney mein kitna maza ayega (how it would feel like to fuck her).â€
I said nothing, but my cock was getting hard again, just listening to him talk that way about my wife.
Arun reached out and placed his hand very gently on Sweetie’s left boob. Then he moved his hand, still very gently, over the other boob, feeling the nipples under the soft fabric of her dress. He squeezed them just so slightly. Getting more confident that she would not wake up, he proceeded to move his hand on her cleavage and then slip it under her dress. Now, he was touching my wife’s boobs right in front of me, and my cock was fully erect again. In fact I didn’t know who was getting more aroused: Arun or me?
Inside her dress, he felt both tits all over, running his hand over them, touching the nipples. The bed sheet had slipped off him and I could see that his cock was as erect as mine. Sweetie was in a deep sleep, quite unaware of how her body was being explored by her guest.
After playing with her boobs for couple of minutes he removed his hand, knelt forward, took hold of the hem of her dress that came just below her knees, and pushed it up to her stomach, up to the point where her g-string was visible. This took a little time as he didn’t want to wake her up, but he succeeded in exposing her right up to her belly button. After that, he moved his hands along the smooth skin of her legs, thighs, ankles, over her pretty feet, then back again, up to her crotch……, I watched, stunned with arousal, as my friend touched my wife on her tummy, fingered her belly button, caressed the inner part of her thighs. My mouth was dry again with excitement.Finally, he took hold of the g-string with both ends, and slowly yanked it down, exposing her most private of parts.
Sweetie keeps a neatly trimmed bush; that’s the way I like it. Arun looked at the shiny black fluff of hair protruding from between her legs, then reached out and very, very gently, ran his fingers over it. Looking at me, he smiled and said, “Y’know what: I like them smooth. We’ll have to shave it. But that can wait.” And he continued running his fingers, very slowly and gently, inside Sweetie’s cunt hair.
“Shave it!?” I thought, incredulously, “what exactly does he mean? How far is he planning to go with all this?” Perhaps, for the first time, the question presented itself in my mind. How far indeed? Somewhere, at the back of my mind, a tiny voice answered, “all the way!”
It was one thing letting my friend see my wife naked and even touch her private parts. But would I be prepared to actually let him fuck her, provided she agreed? I asked myself and found that the answer both disturbed and excited me; because the answer was YES!
Arun meanwhile, was busy playing around with Sweetie’s body, and now his fingers were reaching in between her thighs. He was exploring her pussy and had, ever so slightly, parted her cunt lips. Then he kneeled forward, bringing his mouth very close to her pussy. I thought he was going to kiss her cunt. But he just inhaled deeply, and then, moving away, exhaled after a few seconds, saying, “Ah! The scent of a woman!”
He covered her up after this, saying that going any further might wake her, and he was right as she had started fidgeting a little.
“Guess we’ll have to wait till she wakes up” he sighed, lying down again and absentmindedly stroking his cock. “Wait for what?” I thought to myself. I was going to get the answer pretty soon.
Further sleep seemed unlikely so we just lay there, talking of old times. I came over to Arun’s side and we played around with each others’ cocks without doing anything serious as, without saying it out loud, both of wanted to “keep it hard” till Sweetie woke up, expecting “better things!” Eventually, I came back to my side of the bed, and dozed off a little.
She woke up a good 90 minutes later. I felt soft fingers touching my cock, opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me. I was relieved to see there was no guilt in her eyes for what had happened last night, nor any accusation towards me for having led her into that situation.
“Don’t you think my cock also deserves some treatment?” we were startled by Arun’s voice, who was very much awake and very much hard again. “Considering that Sanju got a fuck last night and all I got was a hand-job, that too, self-administered.” (I am trying my best to translate and, at the same time, not lose the feel of the conversation…., a difficult job, as you may imagine).
For once, I’ll go against my tendency and cut it short here. One thing leading to another, it was finally decided that our insatiable guest will get another hand-job, but this time, it will be the hostess who will administer it, not the host!
Sweetie was bit confused and a bit worried what Arun was asking. Ofcourse it was too much for it. I didn’t wanted to loose this opportunity and wanted my fantasy to come true.Sweetie was looking at me continuously. I moved my self more closer to her and took hold her hand in mine and told her smilingly with eyes to go ahead. With this she got some courage.
I watched with baited breath as, for the first time ever, my wife reached out and touched another man’s cock with her hand. The first touch was really tentative: like someone touching a hot object; she just felt it with her finger tips; then ran her fingers very gently up and down the length of his shaft, feeling its smoothness. I could tell that, nervous as she was, she was enjoying it greatly. As for Arun, he was in seventh heaven. Finally, growing bolder by the minute, she grabbed it in her hand, taking the full shaft in her palm, gripping it, feeling its hardness. I was going crazy with erotic excitement myself. I knew the pleasure of the situation was taking both of us beyond questions of morality, like whether what we were doing was right or wrong. Arun, of course, was already way beyond such considerations.
I watched with unashamed fascination as my wife continued to stroke my friend’s hard cock. I watched, and loved, every stroke she gave it; every time she squeezed it I felt my own organ twitching with pleasure. She had given me hand-jobs once in a while, but even those hadn’t felt as good as the one she was giving my buddy.
Arun told her to fondle his balls as well, which she did obligingly, feeling the soft twin pouches, taut with anticipation and tension, with her fingers. Moans of pleasure were now coming from Arun’s mouth, and his cock had started dripping. Even in this heightened state of pleasure, he still had the presence of mind to try and take it to a higher level. In his place I would have been content to just get a hand-job from a beautiful woman dressed so revealingly. Not Arun though. He asked Sweetie if she could remove her dress. When she refused, he insisted and presented an interesting compromise: that she would remove her dress, continue the hand-job, while I would cover her tits with my hands so that they won’t be on full display. To my surprise, she looked at me inquiringly, and, getting a nod of approval, agreed. She then turned around and pulled her dress over her head, laying it on the bed near her. Now, completely naked sans her g-string, she had me cover both her tits with my hands. I could feel the stiffness of her nipples as I cupped each breast.
Now, her tits covered only by my hands, she started on Arun’s hard cock again, stroking, squeezing and fondling the shaft and the balls, even running her hand over his muscle bound thighs and stomach. I never felt hornier in my life. There was an incredibly delicious raunchiness to the whole situation. I kept squeezing her twin globes and kissing her every now and then as she continued satisfying my friend’s lust. Arun’s moans groans – like, “yes, pump it harder baby!” or “Aur maslo na…., zara zor say pakro maira lorra (squeeze it a little more…., hold my cock tighter in your hand)” made it all the more exciting, Towards the end – meaning when it became evident that Arun could come any second, I made a decision, or you could say that some force inside me made that decision: I suddenly removed my hands from the front of her tits and moved them lower, holding both tits up, as if offering them to someone for sucking….. (I do hope you get the picture). At this, Sweetie gave a small cry of surprise, and made a feeble attempt, with her other, free hand, to bring my hands to their former position; but nothing apart from that. Once she realized her husband was intent on exposing her tits in their full glory to his friend, she just let them hang out, pink stiff nipples on round, white mounds of flesh…., and continued with the job “at hand”! The next instant, Arun spurted a jet of sperm …..
Some of his sperm sprayed on Sweetie’s hand as well, which she wiped off with a tissue, covered herself with a sheet, and lied down again. With Arun being “relieved” the next logical thing was for me to fuck Sweetie. But this time, Arun was in no mood to leave the room. In fact, he insisted that we do it in front of him. Sweetie, despite all that had taken place so far, wasn’t quite ready to open her legs and show her pussy to Arun. Again, a compromise was reached: I would fuck her on the top (the traditional position) with a sheet covering us, at least the lower portions of our bodies.
First, I removed Sweetie’s g-string, while she was still under the bed sheet. Then, holding the sheet like a tent around me, I climbed on top and entered her. She was hot as an oven inside and I knew that I wont be able to hold back for long. In this position, as you may be able to imagine, her tits were mostly visible, except when I pressed down on her and hid her body from view with my own. I tried to hoist myself up as often as possible while humping her, to give Arun as much a view of her tits as possible. She also didn’t try and cover up much. Arun was barely a foot away, reclining on his right side, watching us fuck in heat. Sweetie was groaning and moaning freely, as she always does when fucked.
“How did his cock feel in your hand?” I whispered in her ear, not caring that Arun was probably close enough to listen anyway.
“It ….., ahh, it felt good” she replied, panting with each thrust I gave her, “hard!”
“Would it feel as hard inside as mine does?” I asked, almost over the hill now with excitement.
“I….., ahh, ohh, don’t know…. Yes… it would!” she replied, reaching her own climax.
Seconds later, knowing I was about to come, I acted on impulse again. I reached out, took Arun’s hand in my own – catching him by surprise this time – and placed it firmly over Sweetie’s right breast. Then I pressed down against her body, sandwiching his hand between my wife’s breast and my own chest, gave one final push, and came like I had never come before.
Coming inside my wife while my friend’s hand was placed on her breast seemed to connect the three of us together. As I finished my orgasm and came to senses, Arun was still grabbing Sweetie’s breast. When I turned over and laid back, he was still holding it. No longer bearing the weight of my body, he was squeezing it himself, just a little, with no visible resistance from Sweetie, who, like me, was still recovering from that amazing climax. By the time she opened her eyes, he was touching and feeling the other breast. She looked, smiled, and gently removed his hand from her breasts, then covered herself again with the sheet.
“Not fair” he murmured. Sweetie just smiled and said nothing.
A fact, nevertheless, was established: that Sweetie wouldn’t really mind being touched by Arun. Seizing the opportunity, he took it a step further. Hardly a few minutes had passed when he said to Sweetie,
“Listen, can you lie face down for a while……, without the bed sheet, I mean?”
“Why?” she asked, reacting cautiously but not without interest at the suggestion.
“Just wanted to see your delicious ass again before we get up for breakfast” he replied, calmly, as if he had just asked to see some piece of jewelry she owned.
With a bit of pretentious reservation on her side, it was decided that she would do so, after putting on her g-string again, which, of course, was no hindrance as far as the rear view was concerned.
Still under the sheets, she put on that tiny patch of cloth again, to cover her pussy, and turning over, lied down on her face. I removed the sheet, laying bare my wife’s resplendent ass for the full view of my friend. First, he just gazed at and commented on it; praising its shape, its roundness, its fullness etc., telling me how lucky I was to be the owner of such beauty. Sweetie just listened with a smile and a blush on her face. Then he asked Sweetie if he could touch it. With a couple of second’s delay, during which my heart started racing again, she said, “Ok, but just a little.”
Well, “just a little” had its own connotation for Arun, who, first applied one, then both hands on the full, soft, round buttocks of my wife, feeling, caressing, squeezing both cheeks, almost kneading the flesh in his palms; all the while making small, appreciative comments. He even spotted the mole on her left cheek, just near the ass hole, and remarked how inviting it looked. Sweetie, while obviously enjoying herself, kept her legs closed tightly.
Then he asked, all of a sudden, if I had ever fucked her in the ass. When I replied in the negative he acted as if I had just told him that I’d never tasted fried chicken in my life.
“But why?” he cried, pressing both butt cheeks with his hands; he was virtually giving my wife a butt massage now. When told that it hurts, he pooh poohed the idea, saying that we must have tried it without enough lubrication. I noticed that he was actually pushing both cheeks apart with his hands to have as clear a view of her ass hole as possible, and once or twice his fingers almost brushed her ass hole, but Sweetie never objected.
By the time both of them had had enough, Arun was hard once again. Sweetie just shook her head as she looked at it, as if saying “boys will be boys” or something to the effect, covered her boobs again with her gown, and went into the bathroom to get ready for breakfast. I had an important meeting with the Director of one the leading hotel chains at around 12 noon, so I knew there wont be much time for fooling around in the morning. That being a Saturday, our son was still at his cousin’s place where he would stay till Sunday evening, so I was looking forward to another evening of excitement.
Arun insisted that Sweetie wear something sexy at breakfast as well, and his request was granted. Sweetie wore a transparent sky blue wrap (one of my favorites) over bright red bra and matching g-string. During the breakfast, she removed the wrap on Arun’s insistence. After the butt-massage which she got from Arun in the morning, a major change had occurred in their behavior. Arun would routinely put a hand over her naked rump while she stood setting plates on the table, or pat her butt while talking, as if it was the most natural thing in the world; with no objection from Sweetie.
After a relatively late breakfast, I hurriedly took a bath, shaved, changed clothes and rushed for work, mindful of city’s traffic. What happened after that is, again, I can only tell you from what has been told to me by Arun and Sweetie, in bits and pieces.
Arun asked Sweetie to take him to see some of the new shopping centers and malls that have come up in the city during the last 10 years or so. Not having much to do, she agreed. To get ready, Arun took a shower in the bathroom attached to our bedroom, keeping the door wide open – there being no use of such formalities of modesties after what had occurred last night. Sweetie glanced inside more than once, giggling a little, even handled him the towel once, but steadfastly refused his invitations for joining him in the shower. He came out naked, semi-hard cock dangling between two muscular thighs. Sweetie didn’t even flinch at this sight anymore. However, when her turn came, she closed the door before taking a shower. Arun knocked after a while, and when she opened, peeking out, only her wet face and neck visible, he asked for “just a look” at her naked body. She resisted, good naturedly, then finally relented a little, opening the door just for a few seconds, letting him see her delicious boobs, dripping with water, but not her pussy again. It seemed to me they were like two kids playing games with each other.
She came out wrapped in a towel, and on Arun’s imploring again, agreed to dress in front of him. Though she let him go as far as hook up her bra, but she turned around while putting on the panties, hiding her pussy again.
Once ready, they took a cab and arrived at one of the upscale shopping malls of the city. Inside, Arun treated her to a shopping spree. Not only did he make her buy a pair of shoes, some clothes, but he took her to a very expensive lingerie shop and had her try out (in the trial room of course) various bras, panties, and particularly g-strings. To the two sales girls present there, they must have appeared like a married couple. In fact, as he kept choosing the most revealing and outrageous articles of lingerie for her, they could barely hide their smiles. They had lunch at a fast food outlet, and overall, had a great time together.
I came back in the evening around 8:00 after a hard day’s work, a little tired but looking forward to a highly prospective night, full of forbidden pleasures. It was arousing, to say the least, to know what my wife and friend had been up to the whole day, particularly after seeing the lingerie he had been buying her. I could see that Arun was getting very close to Sweetie now, and she was clearly responding to his seduction. That night, I couldn’t wait to go to bed….., none of us could!
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