Yesterday, 01:17 AM
I know this was not a very exciting update but I hope you can see how it is gradually building up and leading to a different level. Next update will be more elaborate and hotter.
That night Sweetie was wearing the most revealing dress (whatever little there was of it) imaginable; she may have been naked for all it was worth. A navy blue bra that pushed her boobs out in the front and a matching thong – the tiniest bit of patch barely covering her pussy, in fact bits of her pussy hair stuck out from the top and sides of the front patch. Both items were bought by Arun the same day. Over these, she wore the same transparent wrap she was wearing last night. Even that was removed on Arun’s insistence once we sat down in the verandah for our customary cup of tea, or rather coffee, as I still remember, that night. Sweetie was sitting in a chair next to me. My PJ’s were down to their knees and she was holding and stroking my erect cock with her left hand; with her right she would occasionally take a sip from her scalding hot coffee. Arun was sitting in front of us, all but naked, his boxer shorts lying on his feet. Sweetie’s feet were on his lap and, catching hold of his cock between both feet, she was giving him a slow, tantalizing foot job. Sweetie has very beautiful feet and she takes good care of them. Now, as her painted toes circled around Arun’s erect member, it was enough to drive me crazy even in the very dim light of the verandah.
Arun might have ejaculated in a while had he let Sweetie continue with that foot job. However, I think he was sharp enough to realize that things would not go beyond hand jobs and foot jobs if he didn’t try and move it a notch higher. It was decided that we’ll proceed to the bedroom. Arun and I removed whatever little bit of clothing we had on and, were led, to the bedroom by Sweetie, who held both our cocks in each hand and led us as if leading two horses to the stable.
The first thing Arun did once we were inside the room was to remove Sweetie’s bra. He just reached out from behind and in one quick motion, unhooked the bra. Sweetie gave a little cry of surprise and held her bra with her hands in an involuntary protective motion. But she wasn’t going to hide her tits for long. Arun took hold of one strap, I grabbed the other one, and together, we slipped the bra off her shoulders, ignoring her weak protestations. Once she was topless, we assumed more or less the same positions on the bed. Sweetie lied down on her back, head propped up by a pillow, deliciously juicy boobs swaying with every movement she made; I was sitting to her left, she held my cock in her left hand. Arun was sitting near the edge of the bed, towards her feet. Once again, she started by giving his cock a foot massage. However, before she could proceed much further, Arun took hold of her feet and kissed each foot, one by one.Sucked her each toe one by one and giving lot time to each toe. Slowly, he proceeded to her ankles, moving down further to her knees and thighs. This got me so excited that I reached out and started squeezing and fondling Sweetie’s boobs. Sweetie was moaning now. Her moaning was echoing in the room.
Arun kept moving further with his kisses and caresses, and by the time he was kissing and licking Sweetie’s belly button, I was sucking on one of her nipples. Sweetie’s resolve and resistance were getting weaker with every kiss and caress that we gave her, and Arun was becoming bolder by the second. Soon, he was nibbling on one of Sweetie’s tit, on the base of the mound, most of it being covered under Sweetie’s own hand, who, with her last bits of resistance, was still holding his mouth away from her tit. I saw this from the corner of my eye while still sucking on her other tit. Seeing her resist, I let go off her tit for a second, and whispered in her ear,
“Usay choosnay do na (let him suck)”. After a second’s hesitation, she removed her hand.
Arun sucked on her tit as if there was no tomorrow. He sucked on one tit while fondling the other with his hand, squeezing the flesh, gently twisting and pinching the nipple. He then switched over, giving alternative treatment to both tits. I watched him for a while, then moving down, went for Sweetie’s thong and yanked it down her hips, rendering her completely nude. I reached out and touched her pussy, moving inside her pussy lips. She was wet. I bent down and tasted her, inhaling her familiar scent, exploring, finding her clitoris. She was almost beyond her senses now, having her tits and pussy sucked and eaten at the same time. Leaving her writhing, I went up again, started sucking on one of her boobs. Arun was already busy on the other one. Now, she was having both her tits sucked together. Finally, she held my head, pulling me forward. As I reached near her lips, she whispered, fiercely, “fuck me.”
As she begged me to fuck her, I took position, straddling her legs. Arun saw us getting ready and quietly got out of the way. I entered her dripping wet cunt easily, riding her, fucking her with long, smooth movements, my cock moving in and out with great rhythm. She grabbed me and pressed me against her, like she always does. I continued the strokes a while longer, feeling myself reaching an orgasm, and then stopped abruptly. She thought I had just stopped to regain control and delay the orgasm as I usually do. Instead, I whispered:
“Now, I want you to feel his cock.”
At this, she opened her eyes and looked at me, a little stunned, not expecting that I would be willing to go “all the way”, as one might say.
I nodded at her reassuringly and said, “Let him fuck you. Aaj do lund kay mazay lo (enjoy two cocks tonight)”.
“No…., I mean…, I don’t think so…., its not right” she muttered something.
I gave two or three further strokes before slipping my cock out of her, increasing her desire further. Before getting off her, I gave her a deep, passionate kiss on the lips and whispered in her ear again,
“Its alright…, I want you to do it.”
I knew she wanted Arun badly. It was there in her eyes and body language right from the time the whole thing started between the three of us, and I knew this was the moment to break down her final inhibition.
As always, Arun was quick to grab the opportunity. He heard and understood perfectly well what was going on, and no sooner had I alighted, he got on top of her, settled down calmly between her legs, and holding one of her feet, brought it up and placed it on his shoulder, creating the classic position for penetration. Holding his throbbing hard cock in his hand, he knelt forward a little, guiding it towards her itching, burning pussy. Putting the tip of his cock on the opening of her cunt, he hesitated just a second, further improving his position, and entered her in one swift movement.
It was finally happening! I was watching another man fuck my wife right in front of me. Something that I had not even dared fantasize about, was actually happening in my own house, in our own bedroom. My best friend was fucking my wife, and she was loving every minute of it from the look on her face. He gave her a few thrusts in the same position, and once sure of himself, he leaned forward, lying down upon her, crushing her breasts with the weight of his own chest, kissing her shoulder and neck muscles.
At first, Sweetie was passive, letting him fuck her with her hands to her sides, obviously overwhelmed by the situation. However, the pleasure of his cock moving in and out of her, was too much to resist for long. Her hands reached out and were behind his back, grabbing his shoulders. Soon, they were fucking like they’d been doing it for years. He now had his arms behind her back and was holding her tightly against him. He started kissing her face and was soon exploring her lips. I watched as he kissed her on the lips, watched her resist at first, then respond just a little, opening her lips ever so slightly, then a little more…., wider…., wider still, allowing him to insert his tongue inside her mouth. Now they were in a deep French kiss.
I was transfixed by the scene in front of me. Even more than the fact that he was fucking her, it was the manner in which she was responding to him was what fascinated me. They were seemingly oblivious to my presence now. He was kissing her deeply, repeatedly, and she was responding with passion. It was wild, beyond imagination…., a scene right out of a pornographic movie…, simply mind-blowing. I couldn’t believe it was happening in my own house, in front of my own eyes, to my own wife!
I shifted, moving down, getting to an angle where I could actually watch his cock moving in and out of her pussy; his balls slapping against her cunt with every thrust. I felt as if I was not there, left out of the situation, forgotten. It was only the two of them, fucking. It was a strange, yet deeply erotic-voyeuristic feeling, to become a mere audience as in a movie, except that this movie involved my own wife as the leading porno-star.
I thought Arun wouldn’t last long, given the circumstances and taking into account the fact that this was after a long time that he was actually with a woman. I was wrong. He kept it up beautifully for a good 15-20 minutes, fucking her well and hard, pausing for just a few seconds every now and then, to regain control and prolong the pleasure.
He finished with a strong orgasm, his whole body shuddering as he came inside her. Sweetie and I use a combination of methods for contraception. When she’s finished with her periods fresh, I use a condom. But when she gets near her periods I go bareback, to heighten the pleasure. Occasionally, we would also practice withdrawal. This was towards the time when she was hardly 2-3 days away from her period according to her calendar, so I wasn’t too concerned about Arun spilling his seed inside her. In fact, it just heightened the eroticism of the whole situation.
He turned over after a minute or so, and lay panting on her side; a look of immense satisfaction on his face; his body glistening with sweat. Sweetie’s eyes were still closed as I mounted her. She just opened her legs, and took me in her arms as I slid inside her, feeling her wet, used pussy, sloppy with Arun’s cum. My cock almost slipped as I moved it back and forth inside my wife’s pussy, laden with my friend’s freshly spilled cum. I whispered in her ear, asking her how it felt to be fucked by Arun, how his cock felt inside her, how hard it was…., she kept mumbling and saying it felt good…, very good…, it was so hard….! I couldn’t have lasted long even if I had tried! I came soon, kissing her and telling her how much I love her.
We slept like that, just the way we were: naked; nobody bothered to get up, wash or clean up; the sex was exhausting yet satisfying. My Sweetie slept with the semen of two men inside her womb. I was woken up by someone gently massaging my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Sweetie, lying on her side, smiling at me a little shyly, and my friend right behind, propped up on his left elbow, his legs intertwined with hers, his right hand fondling and playing around with my wife’s boobs. I was erect, as much from being aroused as from a full bladder. Turned out they were going for another round of fucking and thought I might like to watch….! How considerate! I looked at the phosphorescent jewels of the wall clock and found it was around quarter past three. I excused myself and went to the toilet first, where I emptied my full bladder. When I came back, Sweetie was lying face down and Arun was touching and kissing her bare ass. As I came back on the bed, my cock hardening again at the sight, he straddled her legs from behind. Lifting her ass a little in the air with her help, he got into position and entered her pussy that way. Once he had penetrated her fully, he settled down over her, and proceeded to fuck her in that position.
With each passing second his thrusts got stronger, and he held her from the front, grabbing both boobs in his hands, squeezing them tightly as he banged her hard, feeling both the delicious wet inside of her pussy and the creamy, fleshy, round softness of her ass against his own torso. Somehow it was even better than the last time, seeing him use her in that position; and she was enjoying every second of it. I stroked my own throbbing cock, but refrained from bringing myself to a climax as I was waiting for my turn. What a phrase….: waiting for my turn, as if she wasn’t my wife but some sexy slut whom we had rented for the night, and taking turns fucking her!
Once he finished, my “turn†did come, but Sweetie turned on her back and let me fuck her in the classical position, as she said she was tired from lying face down for so long. For the second time that night I felt my friend’s juice inside my wife’s vagina. It was a “sloppy second†for me, for the second time! We slept soundly after that.
Despite the fact that it was a Sunday, I had an appointment to keep: one of the disadvantages of being a freelancer; you don’t get to follow regular work hours like in a 9-5 job. Arun persuaded Sweetie to serve breakfast only in her thong. Seeing her walk around practically in the nude, in broad daylight, pouring cups of tea and frying eggs as if it was a perfectly normal activity, made the whole thing even more erotic. Though we’ve been married for close to 10 years, it was still a sight seeing her exposed boobs juggle and her broad ass wave at us as she kept coming back and forth from the kitchen. Arun only wore his briefs and I put on a PJ without the top. Though why we even bothered with these items of clothing, beats me.
During the breakfast, Arun asked Sweetie to sit in his lap for a while, which she did after some brief, fake resistance. I watched with a ache in my loins as she settled down in his lap and he took some jam out of the jar and asked her to spread it over her tits, which she did, laughing the whole while. When he bent down to lick the jam away from her tits, she wasn’t laughing anymore, just gasping with pleasure, as his tongue and lips moved deftly over her stiff nipples. Watching the whole scene, I was again having that feeling of being left out from the whole drama; of being a by-stander or an audience. Strangely enough, it wasn’t a bad feeling. In fact, if any thing, it heightened the eroticism of the whole situation for me. I was realizing just how much of a voyeur I really was…., and a sub too; in fact, I was beginning to wonder, if I may qualify as a cuckold! I had no idea at that time of the kind of humiliation and slavery that I would be subjected to sooner than I could imagine.
Having cleared up the dishes from the table, all three of us were in the kitchen, helping Sweetie with the dishes. While she was still left with a few dishes, Arun reached up from behind her, grabbing her firmly in his arms, kissing her on the side of her neck. At first she thought it was more playfulness on his part, and just giggled. But then he moved his hands down to her thong and in one swift movement, brought it down to her ankles and told her to step out of them. Hesitating just a bit, she did as told while asking him to at least wait till the dishes were over. Now she was standing only in her slippers. Ignoring her pleas for patience, he told her, quite firmly, to take her right foot out of her slipper, and place it on the end of the kitchen sink. As she seemed to uncertain to respond clearly to his instructions, he helped her do that. Once she had assumed the desired position, she was totally spread out – if you can imagine the posture – one leg on the ground, other placed high on the sink, her cunt lips spread as wide as possible.
Having spread her like this, still holding her, he told me to push down his briefs. Heart racing, knowing what he was about to do, I bent down and slowly pulled his briefs down to his ankles, freeing his hard, erect cock off the fabric. He stepped out of his own slippers just for a second and kicked away his briefs. Still holding Sweetie with one arm, he used his other hand to touch her on her spread-out cunt. She shuddered with pleasure at his touch, now understanding fully well what was to follow – no resistance at all on her part. He dipped his fingers inside her pussy: first one, then two, then three digits; pushing them in and out, fucking her with his fingers. Once he had her groaning with pleasure and suitably wet between the legs, he told me to suck his cock. I knelt down for the second time, like an obedient dog, and taking hold of my friend’s cock, put my lips to it. I was beginning to realize what he was doing: he was going to use my mouth as a lubricant so that he could penetrate my wife’s pussy with ease. I sucked his manhood while he kept finger fucking my wife. When he was suitably wet – or when I was suitably humiliated, or both – he told me to stop sucking. I looked up, in fascination, from the same angle, kneeling on the floor, as he held his cock in his hand, hoisted himself just a little on his toes, and entered my wife’s gaping cunt in one expert movement. She literally cried out with pleasure. I got up from the floor, watching in amazement, as he fucked my wife hard, holding her from behind, cupping her boobs in his hands, occasionally bending forward to kiss her. She responded, in that obscene pose, leg hitched up on the sink, being fucked like a porn star in front of her own husband.
After fucking her like that for a few minutes, he relented, probably getting tired due to that peculiar position. Taking his cock out of her, he moved back a little and told her to turn around and face him. When she did, he caught hold of her again, told her to grab hold of the marble slab behind her, just beside the sink, and helped her climb on the slab. With her naked ass firmly placed on the marble, he spread her legs again, as wide as possible, and told her to push outwards a little, so that her gaping pussy was virtually on the edge of the slab. Once she achieved this position with a certain amount of difficulty, he again perched himself up on his toes and, holding his cock – glistening with her pussy juice – he tried to enter her in that position. I knew it would be difficult and it was. Ultimately, like “a good husbandâ€, I had to help him enter my wife in that outrageous position, the likes of which I had only seen in X-rated movies. Once he had her impaled on his cock, he told her to let go of the slab, and put her arms and legs around him, holding him firmly. In that manner, he lifted her up off the slab, holding her suspended in mid-air, his cock firmly jammed inside her pussy.
I watched with awe as he held her in that manner in his strong worked-out arms, muscles straining with the weight. Being of slender physique, I could never have held Sweetie like that. Turning to me, he said:
“You finish the dishes†and so saying, he turned and walked towards our bedroom, carrying my wife in his arms, still impaled on his cock, leaving me standing with an erection bulging out of my pajama front, feeling more like a cuckold than ever.
Finishing the dishes, I went hurriedly to the bedroom. They had (apparently) just changed positions and he had her on all fours, about to enter her from the back, doggie style.
“Just in time†he said, penetrating her once more, as I entered the bedroom. As he proceeded to fuck her in that position he also slapped her – but not too hard – on the ass and asked….., no, ordered her, to tell me how he was fucking her.
She hesitated a little and then replied, not looking at me directly,
“Kutya ki tarah (like a bitch)â€. She had obviously been instructed in that regard already because I knew Sweetie could not have thought of that reply herself. But it still amazed – almost frightened me – to see the kind of control he was exercising over her…., well, over both of us to be honest.
“Louder†he said, and slapped her ass, a little more sharply this time. “How are you being fucked?â€
“LIKE A BITCH!†She cried out, half in pleasure, half in desperation, as he banged her hard, grabbing hold of her hanging tits and squeezing them tightly.
Although I was getting late for work, I still hung around, mesmerized by what was unfolding before me in my own house. Besides, I badly wanted “my turn.†It was not to be; Arun had other ideas. Once he had finished, and lay panting on the bed beside my wife, he told me to get dressed and leave.
“For one thing, you’ll surely get late. For another, I WANT you to spend the day yearning for this pussy†he said, laying a hand between Sweetie’s legs and patting her cunt lightly, “AND, thinking about what I will do to her throughout the day, when you’re not around. And†he continued, “you’re not even to satisfy yourself by masturbating.â€
You can imagine the hard time I had pulling my underwear and pants over my raging hard cock! He laughed as he saw me struggling with my clothes, came over and patted me on my still bare ass and said, “I’ll keep you updated on whatever happens today.†For the first time in my life, I left the house with my brief case in front to hide an all to visible hard on, creating a tent in my trouser’s front.
I spent the day in a frustrated state of arousal; my mind kept presenting images of Arun fucking Sweetie in all sorts of perverted ways and positions. Actually, he never fucked her while I was away, saying that he wanted to keep his cock “hot and eager” for the night. But he did two things: One, he shaved her pussy! Wiped it clean, free of the last hair, using a razor as she stood, naked, near the sink, one leg over the sink, pussy spread wide open. “That’s the way I like it” he said, smugly, when I saw it later that night as he removed her thong, running his fingers over her smooth cunt. Second, he “trained” her in giving a blow job, saying that she was too unskilled in that way. He even used hardcore pornographic videos and clips from the net to help her learn the technique. Doing so, he made her suck his cock a number of times, eventually having an orgasm in the afternoon and ejaculating all over her boobs. He said he did that to make her reduce her repulsion to having cum on her body, “something” he said, “she should get used to, now that she was to turn into a regular slut!”
Our son was back home because he had to go to college the next day. So dinner was a sordid affair, with no sex and nudity. Once he was asleep, safe and sound, in his bed, our “game” started. Arun had already announced that he was going to fuck Sweetie up the ass tonight, totally disregarding her weak protestations. Fast-forwarding a little, I’ll take you to the scene in our bedroom that night. It was close to a quarter to one – our son having gone to sleep – but we all knew none of us were going to get any sleep at least for another hour. All three of us were naked and Sweetie was kneeling in front of Arun, sucking his cock, and what a remarkable job she was doing. I could never recall my wife having sucked my own cock like that. In fact, Sweetie almost always did it more as a minor act in our foreplay, and that too, not very often. Now, seeing her suck Arun’s cock, it seemed as if I was watching a porn. I could only marvel at how completely Arun was controlling and dominating my wife, or rather, both of us. I think he just wanted her to suck his cock in front of me to demonstrate his domination, otherwise, having had plenty of it throughout the day, he didn’t really need a blowjob for the sake of it.
After he had fucked her mouth for a few minutes, he asked her lie down on the edge of the bed and open her legs wide. With my wife in this position, he bent down and proceeded to eat her, licking, sucking and even biting (gently) her clean shaven cunt, while – her husband - could only stand and watch, feeling utterly humiliated and totally aroused at the same time!
Next, he stood up again, called me over to him, told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. “Get it sufficiently hard and lubricated to fuck your wife with” he said, as I put my mouth to the tip of his cock, which was losing its hardness just a little. Using my mouth, he got it hard again, and then, pushing my head back, releasing his cock from my mouth, he asked me to hold it in my hand and inquired:
“Is it hard enough now?” He knew perfectly well that it was but he wanted to hear it from me. When I just nodded, he said, impatiently, “Don’t nod your head. Tell me clearly, is it hard enough for your wife?” I replied,
“Yes, its hard enough.”
“Hard enough for what?”
“For fucking my wife.” I said, meekly.
“Do you want me to fuck her?”
“Yes”
“Yes what?”
“I want you to fuck her.”
“Fuck who?”
“Fuck my wife.”
“Say the whole thing, loud and clear.” He commanded.
“I want you to fuck my wife with this hard cock.” I said, those lewd words coming out louder than I expected. You may imagine how those words must have sounded in Urdu!
He smiled and said, “that’s like a good husband.”
He entered and fucked her, on top, for a while, but he wasn’t pushing too hard. It was as if he was merely getting her excited for something better by giving her a taste of his cock. After just five minutes or so, as Sweetie was really starting to moan and groan and literally ask for more (aur chodo na mujhey – fuck me more) being her exact words (she sometimes used this dirty language in our own sex sessions too, but never as explicitly as she was doing now); he came out of her and told her to assume the doggie position. Once she was on all fours, her considerable ass raised so invitingly, he asked me to fetch a bottle of oil, “any hair oil would do” was how he instructed me.
Heart racing, knowing what he was about to do, I ran the errand for him, bringing a bottle of coconut oil kept ready in the bathroom. He took his own agonizing time, opening the cap while telling Sweetie to spread her ass cheeks wide by pushing them apart with her hands as much as possible. Then he poured, very steadily and carefully, some oil straight onto my wife’s ass hole. He was so meticulous about the whole act as if a scientist was performing an experiment in a laboratory. After that, he handed the bottle back to me and proceeded to rub the oil, first on to the out ring of Sweetie’s ass hole, then he used his fingers – first one, then two – to enter her ass and lubricate the inner tissues as much as possible. Once he was sufficiently satisfied with the lubrication, he proceeded to grease his own cock with oil, asking me to pour a little of the liquid on his (now) semi-hard member. Then he asked me to stroke him like I was giving him a hand job, so that I could get him hard again. Once I got him hard, he took me thru the same route, asking me if it was hard enough and what I wanted him to do.
“Meri biwi ki gaand maro (fuck my wife in the ass)” were the words he made me utter, loud and clear, before he would actually penetrate her ass-hole. I couldn’t see Sweetie’s face very clearly, but I could tell by the way her muscles were stretched that she was very tense, even afraid of how her ass was about to be violated. Yet, such was the power of this man over the two of us, that the idea of resisting and/or refusing to submit to his demands never entered our heads. Why? I have no idea. Maybe I’m a sub by nature. He just took that part of my personality out of the closet. But Sweetie? What forbidden boxes of desire and perversion had he opened inside her, I could only wonder. It was as if the man had hypnotic powers; though none of this philosophizing on my part should be taken as an attempt to absolve either myself or my wife from what happened. The choice, ultimately, was ours – she CHOSE to become a slut, and I OPTED to become a cuckold husband.
He penetrated her ass-hole, slowly and gently, taking all the time in the world; millimeter by millimeter. I watched, fascinated, as the outer ring tissues of my wife’s ass were stretched, butt muscles flexing, to accommodate his tool. It wasn’t a very big tool – more or less standard size, but for a virgin ass it was still quite a handful. Using the lubrication provided by the oil, he kept pushing forward, till he was all the way in. I expected Sweetie to cry out in pain, but she never uttered more than a simple groan, or at the most, something like “Ahista (slowly) ….., please!” I think the pain or the fear was more in her head than in her ass. Once he was firmly entrenched in her ass, his shaft disappearing entirely in her rear hole, she was no longer exhibiting any pain, though she sweated a lot from the tension and stress of having her ass-hole violated for the first time ever.
Once he was sure that he had got her sufficiently relaxed, he started the strokes; very, very slowly in the beginning. As his cock came out, inch by hard inch all the way to the tip, and went back in again, it seemed like an eternity. Gradually, after the first three agonizingly slow strokes, he increased his pace, while simultaneously manipulating her pussy with his fingers to heighten her pleasure. With his other hand, he would reach out now and then, to grab and fondle her boobs hanging like bags full of cream. After a quick squeeze, he would withdraw his hand and place it back on her firm butt, patting it lightly, almost lovingly, feeling the round smoothness.
He fucked her ass well, and thoroughly enjoyed himself. As for my wife, she almost passed out with the heat and excitement of the moment. Eyes closed, face shining with perspiration, she just responded to his every stroke by moving her hips back and forth to receive his pole inside her bowels. He finished with a shudder followed by a loud groan, almost falling over her arched back, losing control at the last minute. He came inside her bowels; never tried to withdraw and spill his cum out of her. As he withdrew finally giving Sweetie the chance to stand up and give some rest to her much deserved back, his cum – mixed with coconut oil - spilled out of her ass, running across her thighs and dripping on to her ankles and toes. She was too tired to try and clean it up. She just lied down on her back on the bed, legs still stretched wide as if inviting another cock, this time to be fucked in her cunt hole. Not that I needed any invitation, having spent the day in an almost constant state of arousal. I was inside her in a flash, riding her, pumping her hard, whispering to her and asking – repeatedly, how it felt to have her ass-hole fucked.
“Kaisa laga gaand mara kay? (How did it feel to have your ass fucked?” I kept asking, “How did his cock feel inside your ass-hole?”
“Acha laga…., acha laga (It felt good…, it felt good)” she kept replying, eyes closed, feeling every stroke of my hard cock inside her womb.
Next day we planned that will go out for some shopping and all that. But the idea was that we will be behaving as Arun and Sweetie as couple and me just as their companion.
In the car, the torment continues. Surely cuckolding is the ultimate in tease and denial? Because all they are doing is teasing me almost more than I can bear and giving someone else what she denies me. Not only does she give it to my best friend, but she makes sure I know just how much she is enjoying it. I was on the steering wheel while she sits in the back seat with my Arun. I listen to every sound, trying to keep my eyes on the road while I look in the rear view mirror at every opportunity. Certainly there's not much conversation going on in the back seat. Sounds, yes, but not much conversation. I was hearing the rustle of clothing, the whispers, murmurs, soft moans and always the sound of kissing and heavy breathing. Even though this is such torture, hearing Sweetie and Arun begin the dance of mutual seduction, my cock hardens in my pants. The anticipation of what was to come was, at the same time, tormenting and arousing me. I could clearly hear the breathing of the Arun growing hoarser, becoming faster. He pants and groans loudly - cries out - and I could make out that Sweetie had already brought Arun to orgasm. I know that it also means another mess for me to clean up. Because Arun knew that it's just one more little prickle, one more little pinch to my ego when I have to go and clean that stain the next morning. Just one more little reminder of what happened the previous night. As if I could forget!
Now I could hear another sound coming from the back. The sound of flesh on wet flesh. I hear Sweetie now panting and moaning. I had heard that sound so many times before but I had never been the instigator. I knew it's the sound of Sweetie approaching orgasm. In the rear-view mirror I saw her face. Her head back, eyes closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed. I could see that Arun has his hand inside her panties, is stroking her clitoris, fingering her pussy, and has her on the verge of orgasm. Suddenly she is over the edge and crying out - almost sobbing with pleasure - but then her eyes flown open and she look into the mirror. Sweetie look directly into my eyes and what I see there was satisfaction -triumph almost. Not only sexual satisfaction, but the satisfaction that stems from the torment they've put me through. And still, my cock hardens and throbs in my pants. Will I be granted any satisfaction tonight? Well, that depends on what kind of mood Sweetie is in. It may be that I'll be denied release that I'll be sent to bed still throbbing and yearning for what I can't have. For what I will never have. Because even on those occasions when I am allowed release, it's a poor substitute for what Arun gets, isn't it?
We arrive at the house. I was driving the car with Sweetie and Arun in the back seat. My heart sank at the thought of what's to come. Yes, my heart sank but my cock doesn't. My cock seems quite enthusiastic about the whole thing. About this cuckolding. Even though I had been in this situation so many times before, each time feels as exciting as the first. Because it is exciting, isn't it? Exciting to see Sweetie with Arun for the evening. really. Sweetie already had a sample of Arun’s cock in the back seat and I know that Sweetie is enjoying a lot along with me watching and cuckolding. Now, my cock hardens once again at the thought of Arun fucking Sweetie for hours and hours and hours...
Sweetie and Arun sat in the back of the car and waited for me to come and open the doors for them. I opened the front door of the house for them and took Arun’s coat. Sweetie asked Arun to wait into the living room and left him in order to "slip into something more comfortable". I cringed at the thought of what that means, but I knew what my duty was now. After the hot fumble in the back seat of the car Arun needed to be cleaned up.
I helped him to pull down his pants and fetch a bowl of warm water and a soft washcloth and begin to wash his now flaccid cock. Not flaccid for long though. My ministrations cause his cock to stir again and I envy his ability to become hard again so soon after emptying his load all over the back seat of my car. Sweetie call down from upstairs, "Cuckie-boy - why not get our guest something comfortable to wear, too. What about that robe I brought you for our anniversary?" I was shocked at the name - "cuckie-boy" but was very happy to know that Sweetie has opened up a lot now and enjoying in her own way. I fetch the robe she had suggested. A very expensive silk robe Sweetie had bought for me. I hadn't even worn it yet and now Arun was going to wear it. I sigh and help him into it. His cock was still semi-hard and poked through the front of the robe.
Sweetie came back into the room. Now Sweetie was wearing a black lace babydoll with a little thong underneath. From the front her hard nipples show through the fabric and from behind her buttocks curve enticingly below the hem. On her feet she wore black high heeled sandals which show off her long smooth legs to perfection. Arun’s cock immediately started showing his appreciation for the sight and my own prick follows suit - my cock just as hard if not as spectacularly large. "You're not wearing YOUR outfit, cuckie-boy. Go and get changed!" Sweetie orders me. Now she knew how to dominate. I went off to change into the pink frilly apron and maid's cap.
When I re-entered the room Sweetie was sitting next to Arun on the couch, casually stroking his cock which is by now fully hard - standing straight up against his equally hard, flat belly. Sweetie tells me to pour them some drinks and, while I was doing so, I look over to see Sweetie doing something that I had never seen her do before. Sweetie kneeling down in front of Arun, between his hard, muscular thighs. She was stroking his cock between both hands, caressing, squeezing. Taking his full balls in her cupped palms - almost as if she is weighing some ripe, exotic fruit. Sweetie bent her head and touches the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. She ran her tongue along the entire length of his beautiful cock and around his balls. She turned her head and looked at me - a smug sort of smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I swallowed - hard. She had always refused to take my cock into my mouth. Oh I had begged and pleaded in the past. During the early days of our marriage you thought there might be a chance. Only in my dreams I have experienced the thrill of sliding my cock into her hot, wet mouth.
I watched Sweetie teasing with her tongue the cock Arun. I knew that they were doing it for no other reason than to torture me. To torment me. I knew that she rarely permit this, rarely do she take cock in her mouth. Certainly she would never take my cock into her mouth. It's something I had always wanted her to do and she had never, ever done it for me. As she teased Arun's cock with her tongue,
Sweetie teased me with her eyes. She was enjoying this. Enjoying the look on my face. My cock, on the other hand, was hard and as big as it ever gets. It stands up under the pink, frilly apron Sweetie had made me to wear, erect and begging. Begging for the attention it will never have. I knew that if I was very lucky, if I do all the things required of me, I may be allowed to ejaculate this evening. May be allowed to stroke my cock while Arun and Sweetie watch me. So far I had been a good boy. I drove them home, washed Arun’s cock while Sweetie changed her clothes and now I was pouring drinks for them while Sweetie was playing with Arun’s lovely hard-on. I didn't know which was envying me the most - the size and hardness of the Arun's cock or the attention it was receiving. "I think it's time we adjourned to the bedroom" Sweetie announces and stalks out of the room leaving Arun and me to follow. Sweetie knew that we both were watching her as she ascended the staircase. She could feel my eyes on her firm, round bottom. The difference is that Arun knew he's going to get a taste of her sweet, hot body once again and I knew that I never will. Unless, of course, they particularly Sweetie in a good mood and allow me the ultimate treat of cleaning up after Arun finishes pounding her with his enormous cock.
I follow them into the bedroom and watch with that pathetic look on my face as Arun slipped out of the silk robe he was wearing. My silk robe. The one I haven't even worn yet. I sigh, quietly, knowing that the robe's not the only thing of "mine" that he's going to enjoy. He stands by the bed completely naked, obviously enjoying showing off his firm, well-muscled young body.. His cock stands erect and proud - hard and flat against his belly - also hard and flat. "You know what to do, cuckie-boy" Sweetie tells me. I knew that it's just part of the cuckold routine and I drop to my knees in front Arun and took his large cock in my hands. I pause a moment to admire it once again. I can't help myself. It's truly magnificent. Hard and beautifully proportioned, it's the kind of cock I wish I had. I took it tentatively into my mouth - as much of it as I can, anyway. I could barely open my mouth wide enough to take it in and now Arun was impatient. He gripped my hair in his fist and crams his cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat, gagging me. My eyes begin to water, my face flushed and I struggle to regain some kind of control and all I could think about is where this cock's going next. Thinking about how it will look, sliding into hot, wet cunt of my wife. My own cock is hard and throbbing now. It's been some time since they permitted me to come and even longer since they have allowed me to fuck her.
Meanwhile, Sweetie lying back on the bed, naked now and touching herself. Stroking her bare breasts, tweaking the hard nipples, and running her hands down over her belly to her over flowing pussy. Running her fingers through the neatly trimmed tuft of hair and down to the smooth, shaven lips. Sweetie was already wet. Seeing me kneeling there with my mouth full of cock was so arousing to her. She couldn’t wait to have that cock inside her. It should slide in easily, now that I had lubed it up with my mouth and now that her pussy was so wet, so eager to be filled.
Sweetie got on her hands and knees on the bed and opened the lips of her cunt wide with her fingertips. I lead Arun to the bed and took his cock in my hand, guiding it towards her juicy pussy. I could feel the heat rising from it before I even positioned the massive cock head at the entrance. I held my breath as he thrusts forward and buried his enormous dick to the hilt. He started pounding at once. I was shagging hard by watching his cock pumping her pussy. His cock was looking so beautiful in her pussy. It was glistening with the mixture of their love juices. Suddenly Sweetie gestured me to come near to her and she held my hand in her with her mouth in big O, indicating that she has having her orgasm. With other hand I was shagging my self and with a few more strokes I came with jets spraying on floor. Arun was still fucking her hard making lot of sounds. I was afraid that this mixture of sounds could make our neighbor suspicious. Suddenly his rhythm got slowed and he was filling my wife’s pussy with his come. And then we went to washroom one by one to wash each other. Now I could to see the satisfaction in the eyes of Sweetie. I was satisfied that all her inhibitions are over now and she has enjoyed the cuckolding.
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That night Sweetie was wearing the most revealing dress (whatever little there was of it) imaginable; she may have been naked for all it was worth. A navy blue bra that pushed her boobs out in the front and a matching thong – the tiniest bit of patch barely covering her pussy, in fact bits of her pussy hair stuck out from the top and sides of the front patch. Both items were bought by Arun the same day. Over these, she wore the same transparent wrap she was wearing last night. Even that was removed on Arun’s insistence once we sat down in the verandah for our customary cup of tea, or rather coffee, as I still remember, that night. Sweetie was sitting in a chair next to me. My PJ’s were down to their knees and she was holding and stroking my erect cock with her left hand; with her right she would occasionally take a sip from her scalding hot coffee. Arun was sitting in front of us, all but naked, his boxer shorts lying on his feet. Sweetie’s feet were on his lap and, catching hold of his cock between both feet, she was giving him a slow, tantalizing foot job. Sweetie has very beautiful feet and she takes good care of them. Now, as her painted toes circled around Arun’s erect member, it was enough to drive me crazy even in the very dim light of the verandah.
Arun might have ejaculated in a while had he let Sweetie continue with that foot job. However, I think he was sharp enough to realize that things would not go beyond hand jobs and foot jobs if he didn’t try and move it a notch higher. It was decided that we’ll proceed to the bedroom. Arun and I removed whatever little bit of clothing we had on and, were led, to the bedroom by Sweetie, who held both our cocks in each hand and led us as if leading two horses to the stable.
The first thing Arun did once we were inside the room was to remove Sweetie’s bra. He just reached out from behind and in one quick motion, unhooked the bra. Sweetie gave a little cry of surprise and held her bra with her hands in an involuntary protective motion. But she wasn’t going to hide her tits for long. Arun took hold of one strap, I grabbed the other one, and together, we slipped the bra off her shoulders, ignoring her weak protestations. Once she was topless, we assumed more or less the same positions on the bed. Sweetie lied down on her back, head propped up by a pillow, deliciously juicy boobs swaying with every movement she made; I was sitting to her left, she held my cock in her left hand. Arun was sitting near the edge of the bed, towards her feet. Once again, she started by giving his cock a foot massage. However, before she could proceed much further, Arun took hold of her feet and kissed each foot, one by one.Sucked her each toe one by one and giving lot time to each toe. Slowly, he proceeded to her ankles, moving down further to her knees and thighs. This got me so excited that I reached out and started squeezing and fondling Sweetie’s boobs. Sweetie was moaning now. Her moaning was echoing in the room.
Arun kept moving further with his kisses and caresses, and by the time he was kissing and licking Sweetie’s belly button, I was sucking on one of her nipples. Sweetie’s resolve and resistance were getting weaker with every kiss and caress that we gave her, and Arun was becoming bolder by the second. Soon, he was nibbling on one of Sweetie’s tit, on the base of the mound, most of it being covered under Sweetie’s own hand, who, with her last bits of resistance, was still holding his mouth away from her tit. I saw this from the corner of my eye while still sucking on her other tit. Seeing her resist, I let go off her tit for a second, and whispered in her ear,
“Usay choosnay do na (let him suck)”. After a second’s hesitation, she removed her hand.
Arun sucked on her tit as if there was no tomorrow. He sucked on one tit while fondling the other with his hand, squeezing the flesh, gently twisting and pinching the nipple. He then switched over, giving alternative treatment to both tits. I watched him for a while, then moving down, went for Sweetie’s thong and yanked it down her hips, rendering her completely nude. I reached out and touched her pussy, moving inside her pussy lips. She was wet. I bent down and tasted her, inhaling her familiar scent, exploring, finding her clitoris. She was almost beyond her senses now, having her tits and pussy sucked and eaten at the same time. Leaving her writhing, I went up again, started sucking on one of her boobs. Arun was already busy on the other one. Now, she was having both her tits sucked together. Finally, she held my head, pulling me forward. As I reached near her lips, she whispered, fiercely, “fuck me.”
As she begged me to fuck her, I took position, straddling her legs. Arun saw us getting ready and quietly got out of the way. I entered her dripping wet cunt easily, riding her, fucking her with long, smooth movements, my cock moving in and out with great rhythm. She grabbed me and pressed me against her, like she always does. I continued the strokes a while longer, feeling myself reaching an orgasm, and then stopped abruptly. She thought I had just stopped to regain control and delay the orgasm as I usually do. Instead, I whispered:
“Now, I want you to feel his cock.”
At this, she opened her eyes and looked at me, a little stunned, not expecting that I would be willing to go “all the way”, as one might say.
I nodded at her reassuringly and said, “Let him fuck you. Aaj do lund kay mazay lo (enjoy two cocks tonight)”.
“No…., I mean…, I don’t think so…., its not right” she muttered something.
I gave two or three further strokes before slipping my cock out of her, increasing her desire further. Before getting off her, I gave her a deep, passionate kiss on the lips and whispered in her ear again,
“Its alright…, I want you to do it.”
I knew she wanted Arun badly. It was there in her eyes and body language right from the time the whole thing started between the three of us, and I knew this was the moment to break down her final inhibition.
As always, Arun was quick to grab the opportunity. He heard and understood perfectly well what was going on, and no sooner had I alighted, he got on top of her, settled down calmly between her legs, and holding one of her feet, brought it up and placed it on his shoulder, creating the classic position for penetration. Holding his throbbing hard cock in his hand, he knelt forward a little, guiding it towards her itching, burning pussy. Putting the tip of his cock on the opening of her cunt, he hesitated just a second, further improving his position, and entered her in one swift movement.
It was finally happening! I was watching another man fuck my wife right in front of me. Something that I had not even dared fantasize about, was actually happening in my own house, in our own bedroom. My best friend was fucking my wife, and she was loving every minute of it from the look on her face. He gave her a few thrusts in the same position, and once sure of himself, he leaned forward, lying down upon her, crushing her breasts with the weight of his own chest, kissing her shoulder and neck muscles.
At first, Sweetie was passive, letting him fuck her with her hands to her sides, obviously overwhelmed by the situation. However, the pleasure of his cock moving in and out of her, was too much to resist for long. Her hands reached out and were behind his back, grabbing his shoulders. Soon, they were fucking like they’d been doing it for years. He now had his arms behind her back and was holding her tightly against him. He started kissing her face and was soon exploring her lips. I watched as he kissed her on the lips, watched her resist at first, then respond just a little, opening her lips ever so slightly, then a little more…., wider…., wider still, allowing him to insert his tongue inside her mouth. Now they were in a deep French kiss.
I was transfixed by the scene in front of me. Even more than the fact that he was fucking her, it was the manner in which she was responding to him was what fascinated me. They were seemingly oblivious to my presence now. He was kissing her deeply, repeatedly, and she was responding with passion. It was wild, beyond imagination…., a scene right out of a pornographic movie…, simply mind-blowing. I couldn’t believe it was happening in my own house, in front of my own eyes, to my own wife!
I shifted, moving down, getting to an angle where I could actually watch his cock moving in and out of her pussy; his balls slapping against her cunt with every thrust. I felt as if I was not there, left out of the situation, forgotten. It was only the two of them, fucking. It was a strange, yet deeply erotic-voyeuristic feeling, to become a mere audience as in a movie, except that this movie involved my own wife as the leading porno-star.
I thought Arun wouldn’t last long, given the circumstances and taking into account the fact that this was after a long time that he was actually with a woman. I was wrong. He kept it up beautifully for a good 15-20 minutes, fucking her well and hard, pausing for just a few seconds every now and then, to regain control and prolong the pleasure.
He finished with a strong orgasm, his whole body shuddering as he came inside her. Sweetie and I use a combination of methods for contraception. When she’s finished with her periods fresh, I use a condom. But when she gets near her periods I go bareback, to heighten the pleasure. Occasionally, we would also practice withdrawal. This was towards the time when she was hardly 2-3 days away from her period according to her calendar, so I wasn’t too concerned about Arun spilling his seed inside her. In fact, it just heightened the eroticism of the whole situation.
He turned over after a minute or so, and lay panting on her side; a look of immense satisfaction on his face; his body glistening with sweat. Sweetie’s eyes were still closed as I mounted her. She just opened her legs, and took me in her arms as I slid inside her, feeling her wet, used pussy, sloppy with Arun’s cum. My cock almost slipped as I moved it back and forth inside my wife’s pussy, laden with my friend’s freshly spilled cum. I whispered in her ear, asking her how it felt to be fucked by Arun, how his cock felt inside her, how hard it was…., she kept mumbling and saying it felt good…, very good…, it was so hard….! I couldn’t have lasted long even if I had tried! I came soon, kissing her and telling her how much I love her.
We slept like that, just the way we were: naked; nobody bothered to get up, wash or clean up; the sex was exhausting yet satisfying. My Sweetie slept with the semen of two men inside her womb. I was woken up by someone gently massaging my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Sweetie, lying on her side, smiling at me a little shyly, and my friend right behind, propped up on his left elbow, his legs intertwined with hers, his right hand fondling and playing around with my wife’s boobs. I was erect, as much from being aroused as from a full bladder. Turned out they were going for another round of fucking and thought I might like to watch….! How considerate! I looked at the phosphorescent jewels of the wall clock and found it was around quarter past three. I excused myself and went to the toilet first, where I emptied my full bladder. When I came back, Sweetie was lying face down and Arun was touching and kissing her bare ass. As I came back on the bed, my cock hardening again at the sight, he straddled her legs from behind. Lifting her ass a little in the air with her help, he got into position and entered her pussy that way. Once he had penetrated her fully, he settled down over her, and proceeded to fuck her in that position.
With each passing second his thrusts got stronger, and he held her from the front, grabbing both boobs in his hands, squeezing them tightly as he banged her hard, feeling both the delicious wet inside of her pussy and the creamy, fleshy, round softness of her ass against his own torso. Somehow it was even better than the last time, seeing him use her in that position; and she was enjoying every second of it. I stroked my own throbbing cock, but refrained from bringing myself to a climax as I was waiting for my turn. What a phrase….: waiting for my turn, as if she wasn’t my wife but some sexy slut whom we had rented for the night, and taking turns fucking her!
Once he finished, my “turn†did come, but Sweetie turned on her back and let me fuck her in the classical position, as she said she was tired from lying face down for so long. For the second time that night I felt my friend’s juice inside my wife’s vagina. It was a “sloppy second†for me, for the second time! We slept soundly after that.
Despite the fact that it was a Sunday, I had an appointment to keep: one of the disadvantages of being a freelancer; you don’t get to follow regular work hours like in a 9-5 job. Arun persuaded Sweetie to serve breakfast only in her thong. Seeing her walk around practically in the nude, in broad daylight, pouring cups of tea and frying eggs as if it was a perfectly normal activity, made the whole thing even more erotic. Though we’ve been married for close to 10 years, it was still a sight seeing her exposed boobs juggle and her broad ass wave at us as she kept coming back and forth from the kitchen. Arun only wore his briefs and I put on a PJ without the top. Though why we even bothered with these items of clothing, beats me.
During the breakfast, Arun asked Sweetie to sit in his lap for a while, which she did after some brief, fake resistance. I watched with a ache in my loins as she settled down in his lap and he took some jam out of the jar and asked her to spread it over her tits, which she did, laughing the whole while. When he bent down to lick the jam away from her tits, she wasn’t laughing anymore, just gasping with pleasure, as his tongue and lips moved deftly over her stiff nipples. Watching the whole scene, I was again having that feeling of being left out from the whole drama; of being a by-stander or an audience. Strangely enough, it wasn’t a bad feeling. In fact, if any thing, it heightened the eroticism of the whole situation for me. I was realizing just how much of a voyeur I really was…., and a sub too; in fact, I was beginning to wonder, if I may qualify as a cuckold! I had no idea at that time of the kind of humiliation and slavery that I would be subjected to sooner than I could imagine.
Having cleared up the dishes from the table, all three of us were in the kitchen, helping Sweetie with the dishes. While she was still left with a few dishes, Arun reached up from behind her, grabbing her firmly in his arms, kissing her on the side of her neck. At first she thought it was more playfulness on his part, and just giggled. But then he moved his hands down to her thong and in one swift movement, brought it down to her ankles and told her to step out of them. Hesitating just a bit, she did as told while asking him to at least wait till the dishes were over. Now she was standing only in her slippers. Ignoring her pleas for patience, he told her, quite firmly, to take her right foot out of her slipper, and place it on the end of the kitchen sink. As she seemed to uncertain to respond clearly to his instructions, he helped her do that. Once she had assumed the desired position, she was totally spread out – if you can imagine the posture – one leg on the ground, other placed high on the sink, her cunt lips spread as wide as possible.
Having spread her like this, still holding her, he told me to push down his briefs. Heart racing, knowing what he was about to do, I bent down and slowly pulled his briefs down to his ankles, freeing his hard, erect cock off the fabric. He stepped out of his own slippers just for a second and kicked away his briefs. Still holding Sweetie with one arm, he used his other hand to touch her on her spread-out cunt. She shuddered with pleasure at his touch, now understanding fully well what was to follow – no resistance at all on her part. He dipped his fingers inside her pussy: first one, then two, then three digits; pushing them in and out, fucking her with his fingers. Once he had her groaning with pleasure and suitably wet between the legs, he told me to suck his cock. I knelt down for the second time, like an obedient dog, and taking hold of my friend’s cock, put my lips to it. I was beginning to realize what he was doing: he was going to use my mouth as a lubricant so that he could penetrate my wife’s pussy with ease. I sucked his manhood while he kept finger fucking my wife. When he was suitably wet – or when I was suitably humiliated, or both – he told me to stop sucking. I looked up, in fascination, from the same angle, kneeling on the floor, as he held his cock in his hand, hoisted himself just a little on his toes, and entered my wife’s gaping cunt in one expert movement. She literally cried out with pleasure. I got up from the floor, watching in amazement, as he fucked my wife hard, holding her from behind, cupping her boobs in his hands, occasionally bending forward to kiss her. She responded, in that obscene pose, leg hitched up on the sink, being fucked like a porn star in front of her own husband.
After fucking her like that for a few minutes, he relented, probably getting tired due to that peculiar position. Taking his cock out of her, he moved back a little and told her to turn around and face him. When she did, he caught hold of her again, told her to grab hold of the marble slab behind her, just beside the sink, and helped her climb on the slab. With her naked ass firmly placed on the marble, he spread her legs again, as wide as possible, and told her to push outwards a little, so that her gaping pussy was virtually on the edge of the slab. Once she achieved this position with a certain amount of difficulty, he again perched himself up on his toes and, holding his cock – glistening with her pussy juice – he tried to enter her in that position. I knew it would be difficult and it was. Ultimately, like “a good husbandâ€, I had to help him enter my wife in that outrageous position, the likes of which I had only seen in X-rated movies. Once he had her impaled on his cock, he told her to let go of the slab, and put her arms and legs around him, holding him firmly. In that manner, he lifted her up off the slab, holding her suspended in mid-air, his cock firmly jammed inside her pussy.
I watched with awe as he held her in that manner in his strong worked-out arms, muscles straining with the weight. Being of slender physique, I could never have held Sweetie like that. Turning to me, he said:
“You finish the dishes†and so saying, he turned and walked towards our bedroom, carrying my wife in his arms, still impaled on his cock, leaving me standing with an erection bulging out of my pajama front, feeling more like a cuckold than ever.
Finishing the dishes, I went hurriedly to the bedroom. They had (apparently) just changed positions and he had her on all fours, about to enter her from the back, doggie style.
“Just in time†he said, penetrating her once more, as I entered the bedroom. As he proceeded to fuck her in that position he also slapped her – but not too hard – on the ass and asked….., no, ordered her, to tell me how he was fucking her.
She hesitated a little and then replied, not looking at me directly,
“Kutya ki tarah (like a bitch)â€. She had obviously been instructed in that regard already because I knew Sweetie could not have thought of that reply herself. But it still amazed – almost frightened me – to see the kind of control he was exercising over her…., well, over both of us to be honest.
“Louder†he said, and slapped her ass, a little more sharply this time. “How are you being fucked?â€
“LIKE A BITCH!†She cried out, half in pleasure, half in desperation, as he banged her hard, grabbing hold of her hanging tits and squeezing them tightly.
Although I was getting late for work, I still hung around, mesmerized by what was unfolding before me in my own house. Besides, I badly wanted “my turn.†It was not to be; Arun had other ideas. Once he had finished, and lay panting on the bed beside my wife, he told me to get dressed and leave.
“For one thing, you’ll surely get late. For another, I WANT you to spend the day yearning for this pussy†he said, laying a hand between Sweetie’s legs and patting her cunt lightly, “AND, thinking about what I will do to her throughout the day, when you’re not around. And†he continued, “you’re not even to satisfy yourself by masturbating.â€
You can imagine the hard time I had pulling my underwear and pants over my raging hard cock! He laughed as he saw me struggling with my clothes, came over and patted me on my still bare ass and said, “I’ll keep you updated on whatever happens today.†For the first time in my life, I left the house with my brief case in front to hide an all to visible hard on, creating a tent in my trouser’s front.
I spent the day in a frustrated state of arousal; my mind kept presenting images of Arun fucking Sweetie in all sorts of perverted ways and positions. Actually, he never fucked her while I was away, saying that he wanted to keep his cock “hot and eager” for the night. But he did two things: One, he shaved her pussy! Wiped it clean, free of the last hair, using a razor as she stood, naked, near the sink, one leg over the sink, pussy spread wide open. “That’s the way I like it” he said, smugly, when I saw it later that night as he removed her thong, running his fingers over her smooth cunt. Second, he “trained” her in giving a blow job, saying that she was too unskilled in that way. He even used hardcore pornographic videos and clips from the net to help her learn the technique. Doing so, he made her suck his cock a number of times, eventually having an orgasm in the afternoon and ejaculating all over her boobs. He said he did that to make her reduce her repulsion to having cum on her body, “something” he said, “she should get used to, now that she was to turn into a regular slut!”
Our son was back home because he had to go to college the next day. So dinner was a sordid affair, with no sex and nudity. Once he was asleep, safe and sound, in his bed, our “game” started. Arun had already announced that he was going to fuck Sweetie up the ass tonight, totally disregarding her weak protestations. Fast-forwarding a little, I’ll take you to the scene in our bedroom that night. It was close to a quarter to one – our son having gone to sleep – but we all knew none of us were going to get any sleep at least for another hour. All three of us were naked and Sweetie was kneeling in front of Arun, sucking his cock, and what a remarkable job she was doing. I could never recall my wife having sucked my own cock like that. In fact, Sweetie almost always did it more as a minor act in our foreplay, and that too, not very often. Now, seeing her suck Arun’s cock, it seemed as if I was watching a porn. I could only marvel at how completely Arun was controlling and dominating my wife, or rather, both of us. I think he just wanted her to suck his cock in front of me to demonstrate his domination, otherwise, having had plenty of it throughout the day, he didn’t really need a blowjob for the sake of it.
After he had fucked her mouth for a few minutes, he asked her lie down on the edge of the bed and open her legs wide. With my wife in this position, he bent down and proceeded to eat her, licking, sucking and even biting (gently) her clean shaven cunt, while – her husband - could only stand and watch, feeling utterly humiliated and totally aroused at the same time!
Next, he stood up again, called me over to him, told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. “Get it sufficiently hard and lubricated to fuck your wife with” he said, as I put my mouth to the tip of his cock, which was losing its hardness just a little. Using my mouth, he got it hard again, and then, pushing my head back, releasing his cock from my mouth, he asked me to hold it in my hand and inquired:
“Is it hard enough now?” He knew perfectly well that it was but he wanted to hear it from me. When I just nodded, he said, impatiently, “Don’t nod your head. Tell me clearly, is it hard enough for your wife?” I replied,
“Yes, its hard enough.”
“Hard enough for what?”
“For fucking my wife.” I said, meekly.
“Do you want me to fuck her?”
“Yes”
“Yes what?”
“I want you to fuck her.”
“Fuck who?”
“Fuck my wife.”
“Say the whole thing, loud and clear.” He commanded.
“I want you to fuck my wife with this hard cock.” I said, those lewd words coming out louder than I expected. You may imagine how those words must have sounded in Urdu!
He smiled and said, “that’s like a good husband.”
He entered and fucked her, on top, for a while, but he wasn’t pushing too hard. It was as if he was merely getting her excited for something better by giving her a taste of his cock. After just five minutes or so, as Sweetie was really starting to moan and groan and literally ask for more (aur chodo na mujhey – fuck me more) being her exact words (she sometimes used this dirty language in our own sex sessions too, but never as explicitly as she was doing now); he came out of her and told her to assume the doggie position. Once she was on all fours, her considerable ass raised so invitingly, he asked me to fetch a bottle of oil, “any hair oil would do” was how he instructed me.
Heart racing, knowing what he was about to do, I ran the errand for him, bringing a bottle of coconut oil kept ready in the bathroom. He took his own agonizing time, opening the cap while telling Sweetie to spread her ass cheeks wide by pushing them apart with her hands as much as possible. Then he poured, very steadily and carefully, some oil straight onto my wife’s ass hole. He was so meticulous about the whole act as if a scientist was performing an experiment in a laboratory. After that, he handed the bottle back to me and proceeded to rub the oil, first on to the out ring of Sweetie’s ass hole, then he used his fingers – first one, then two – to enter her ass and lubricate the inner tissues as much as possible. Once he was sufficiently satisfied with the lubrication, he proceeded to grease his own cock with oil, asking me to pour a little of the liquid on his (now) semi-hard member. Then he asked me to stroke him like I was giving him a hand job, so that I could get him hard again. Once I got him hard, he took me thru the same route, asking me if it was hard enough and what I wanted him to do.
“Meri biwi ki gaand maro (fuck my wife in the ass)” were the words he made me utter, loud and clear, before he would actually penetrate her ass-hole. I couldn’t see Sweetie’s face very clearly, but I could tell by the way her muscles were stretched that she was very tense, even afraid of how her ass was about to be violated. Yet, such was the power of this man over the two of us, that the idea of resisting and/or refusing to submit to his demands never entered our heads. Why? I have no idea. Maybe I’m a sub by nature. He just took that part of my personality out of the closet. But Sweetie? What forbidden boxes of desire and perversion had he opened inside her, I could only wonder. It was as if the man had hypnotic powers; though none of this philosophizing on my part should be taken as an attempt to absolve either myself or my wife from what happened. The choice, ultimately, was ours – she CHOSE to become a slut, and I OPTED to become a cuckold husband.
He penetrated her ass-hole, slowly and gently, taking all the time in the world; millimeter by millimeter. I watched, fascinated, as the outer ring tissues of my wife’s ass were stretched, butt muscles flexing, to accommodate his tool. It wasn’t a very big tool – more or less standard size, but for a virgin ass it was still quite a handful. Using the lubrication provided by the oil, he kept pushing forward, till he was all the way in. I expected Sweetie to cry out in pain, but she never uttered more than a simple groan, or at the most, something like “Ahista (slowly) ….., please!” I think the pain or the fear was more in her head than in her ass. Once he was firmly entrenched in her ass, his shaft disappearing entirely in her rear hole, she was no longer exhibiting any pain, though she sweated a lot from the tension and stress of having her ass-hole violated for the first time ever.
Once he was sure that he had got her sufficiently relaxed, he started the strokes; very, very slowly in the beginning. As his cock came out, inch by hard inch all the way to the tip, and went back in again, it seemed like an eternity. Gradually, after the first three agonizingly slow strokes, he increased his pace, while simultaneously manipulating her pussy with his fingers to heighten her pleasure. With his other hand, he would reach out now and then, to grab and fondle her boobs hanging like bags full of cream. After a quick squeeze, he would withdraw his hand and place it back on her firm butt, patting it lightly, almost lovingly, feeling the round smoothness.
He fucked her ass well, and thoroughly enjoyed himself. As for my wife, she almost passed out with the heat and excitement of the moment. Eyes closed, face shining with perspiration, she just responded to his every stroke by moving her hips back and forth to receive his pole inside her bowels. He finished with a shudder followed by a loud groan, almost falling over her arched back, losing control at the last minute. He came inside her bowels; never tried to withdraw and spill his cum out of her. As he withdrew finally giving Sweetie the chance to stand up and give some rest to her much deserved back, his cum – mixed with coconut oil - spilled out of her ass, running across her thighs and dripping on to her ankles and toes. She was too tired to try and clean it up. She just lied down on her back on the bed, legs still stretched wide as if inviting another cock, this time to be fucked in her cunt hole. Not that I needed any invitation, having spent the day in an almost constant state of arousal. I was inside her in a flash, riding her, pumping her hard, whispering to her and asking – repeatedly, how it felt to have her ass-hole fucked.
“Kaisa laga gaand mara kay? (How did it feel to have your ass fucked?” I kept asking, “How did his cock feel inside your ass-hole?”
“Acha laga…., acha laga (It felt good…, it felt good)” she kept replying, eyes closed, feeling every stroke of my hard cock inside her womb.
Next day we planned that will go out for some shopping and all that. But the idea was that we will be behaving as Arun and Sweetie as couple and me just as their companion.
In the car, the torment continues. Surely cuckolding is the ultimate in tease and denial? Because all they are doing is teasing me almost more than I can bear and giving someone else what she denies me. Not only does she give it to my best friend, but she makes sure I know just how much she is enjoying it. I was on the steering wheel while she sits in the back seat with my Arun. I listen to every sound, trying to keep my eyes on the road while I look in the rear view mirror at every opportunity. Certainly there's not much conversation going on in the back seat. Sounds, yes, but not much conversation. I was hearing the rustle of clothing, the whispers, murmurs, soft moans and always the sound of kissing and heavy breathing. Even though this is such torture, hearing Sweetie and Arun begin the dance of mutual seduction, my cock hardens in my pants. The anticipation of what was to come was, at the same time, tormenting and arousing me. I could clearly hear the breathing of the Arun growing hoarser, becoming faster. He pants and groans loudly - cries out - and I could make out that Sweetie had already brought Arun to orgasm. I know that it also means another mess for me to clean up. Because Arun knew that it's just one more little prickle, one more little pinch to my ego when I have to go and clean that stain the next morning. Just one more little reminder of what happened the previous night. As if I could forget!
Now I could hear another sound coming from the back. The sound of flesh on wet flesh. I hear Sweetie now panting and moaning. I had heard that sound so many times before but I had never been the instigator. I knew it's the sound of Sweetie approaching orgasm. In the rear-view mirror I saw her face. Her head back, eyes closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed. I could see that Arun has his hand inside her panties, is stroking her clitoris, fingering her pussy, and has her on the verge of orgasm. Suddenly she is over the edge and crying out - almost sobbing with pleasure - but then her eyes flown open and she look into the mirror. Sweetie look directly into my eyes and what I see there was satisfaction -triumph almost. Not only sexual satisfaction, but the satisfaction that stems from the torment they've put me through. And still, my cock hardens and throbs in my pants. Will I be granted any satisfaction tonight? Well, that depends on what kind of mood Sweetie is in. It may be that I'll be denied release that I'll be sent to bed still throbbing and yearning for what I can't have. For what I will never have. Because even on those occasions when I am allowed release, it's a poor substitute for what Arun gets, isn't it?
We arrive at the house. I was driving the car with Sweetie and Arun in the back seat. My heart sank at the thought of what's to come. Yes, my heart sank but my cock doesn't. My cock seems quite enthusiastic about the whole thing. About this cuckolding. Even though I had been in this situation so many times before, each time feels as exciting as the first. Because it is exciting, isn't it? Exciting to see Sweetie with Arun for the evening. really. Sweetie already had a sample of Arun’s cock in the back seat and I know that Sweetie is enjoying a lot along with me watching and cuckolding. Now, my cock hardens once again at the thought of Arun fucking Sweetie for hours and hours and hours...
Sweetie and Arun sat in the back of the car and waited for me to come and open the doors for them. I opened the front door of the house for them and took Arun’s coat. Sweetie asked Arun to wait into the living room and left him in order to "slip into something more comfortable". I cringed at the thought of what that means, but I knew what my duty was now. After the hot fumble in the back seat of the car Arun needed to be cleaned up.
I helped him to pull down his pants and fetch a bowl of warm water and a soft washcloth and begin to wash his now flaccid cock. Not flaccid for long though. My ministrations cause his cock to stir again and I envy his ability to become hard again so soon after emptying his load all over the back seat of my car. Sweetie call down from upstairs, "Cuckie-boy - why not get our guest something comfortable to wear, too. What about that robe I brought you for our anniversary?" I was shocked at the name - "cuckie-boy" but was very happy to know that Sweetie has opened up a lot now and enjoying in her own way. I fetch the robe she had suggested. A very expensive silk robe Sweetie had bought for me. I hadn't even worn it yet and now Arun was going to wear it. I sigh and help him into it. His cock was still semi-hard and poked through the front of the robe.
Sweetie came back into the room. Now Sweetie was wearing a black lace babydoll with a little thong underneath. From the front her hard nipples show through the fabric and from behind her buttocks curve enticingly below the hem. On her feet she wore black high heeled sandals which show off her long smooth legs to perfection. Arun’s cock immediately started showing his appreciation for the sight and my own prick follows suit - my cock just as hard if not as spectacularly large. "You're not wearing YOUR outfit, cuckie-boy. Go and get changed!" Sweetie orders me. Now she knew how to dominate. I went off to change into the pink frilly apron and maid's cap.
When I re-entered the room Sweetie was sitting next to Arun on the couch, casually stroking his cock which is by now fully hard - standing straight up against his equally hard, flat belly. Sweetie tells me to pour them some drinks and, while I was doing so, I look over to see Sweetie doing something that I had never seen her do before. Sweetie kneeling down in front of Arun, between his hard, muscular thighs. She was stroking his cock between both hands, caressing, squeezing. Taking his full balls in her cupped palms - almost as if she is weighing some ripe, exotic fruit. Sweetie bent her head and touches the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. She ran her tongue along the entire length of his beautiful cock and around his balls. She turned her head and looked at me - a smug sort of smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I swallowed - hard. She had always refused to take my cock into my mouth. Oh I had begged and pleaded in the past. During the early days of our marriage you thought there might be a chance. Only in my dreams I have experienced the thrill of sliding my cock into her hot, wet mouth.
I watched Sweetie teasing with her tongue the cock Arun. I knew that they were doing it for no other reason than to torture me. To torment me. I knew that she rarely permit this, rarely do she take cock in her mouth. Certainly she would never take my cock into her mouth. It's something I had always wanted her to do and she had never, ever done it for me. As she teased Arun's cock with her tongue,
Sweetie teased me with her eyes. She was enjoying this. Enjoying the look on my face. My cock, on the other hand, was hard and as big as it ever gets. It stands up under the pink, frilly apron Sweetie had made me to wear, erect and begging. Begging for the attention it will never have. I knew that if I was very lucky, if I do all the things required of me, I may be allowed to ejaculate this evening. May be allowed to stroke my cock while Arun and Sweetie watch me. So far I had been a good boy. I drove them home, washed Arun’s cock while Sweetie changed her clothes and now I was pouring drinks for them while Sweetie was playing with Arun’s lovely hard-on. I didn't know which was envying me the most - the size and hardness of the Arun's cock or the attention it was receiving. "I think it's time we adjourned to the bedroom" Sweetie announces and stalks out of the room leaving Arun and me to follow. Sweetie knew that we both were watching her as she ascended the staircase. She could feel my eyes on her firm, round bottom. The difference is that Arun knew he's going to get a taste of her sweet, hot body once again and I knew that I never will. Unless, of course, they particularly Sweetie in a good mood and allow me the ultimate treat of cleaning up after Arun finishes pounding her with his enormous cock.
I follow them into the bedroom and watch with that pathetic look on my face as Arun slipped out of the silk robe he was wearing. My silk robe. The one I haven't even worn yet. I sigh, quietly, knowing that the robe's not the only thing of "mine" that he's going to enjoy. He stands by the bed completely naked, obviously enjoying showing off his firm, well-muscled young body.. His cock stands erect and proud - hard and flat against his belly - also hard and flat. "You know what to do, cuckie-boy" Sweetie tells me. I knew that it's just part of the cuckold routine and I drop to my knees in front Arun and took his large cock in my hands. I pause a moment to admire it once again. I can't help myself. It's truly magnificent. Hard and beautifully proportioned, it's the kind of cock I wish I had. I took it tentatively into my mouth - as much of it as I can, anyway. I could barely open my mouth wide enough to take it in and now Arun was impatient. He gripped my hair in his fist and crams his cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat, gagging me. My eyes begin to water, my face flushed and I struggle to regain some kind of control and all I could think about is where this cock's going next. Thinking about how it will look, sliding into hot, wet cunt of my wife. My own cock is hard and throbbing now. It's been some time since they permitted me to come and even longer since they have allowed me to fuck her.
Meanwhile, Sweetie lying back on the bed, naked now and touching herself. Stroking her bare breasts, tweaking the hard nipples, and running her hands down over her belly to her over flowing pussy. Running her fingers through the neatly trimmed tuft of hair and down to the smooth, shaven lips. Sweetie was already wet. Seeing me kneeling there with my mouth full of cock was so arousing to her. She couldn’t wait to have that cock inside her. It should slide in easily, now that I had lubed it up with my mouth and now that her pussy was so wet, so eager to be filled.
Sweetie got on her hands and knees on the bed and opened the lips of her cunt wide with her fingertips. I lead Arun to the bed and took his cock in my hand, guiding it towards her juicy pussy. I could feel the heat rising from it before I even positioned the massive cock head at the entrance. I held my breath as he thrusts forward and buried his enormous dick to the hilt. He started pounding at once. I was shagging hard by watching his cock pumping her pussy. His cock was looking so beautiful in her pussy. It was glistening with the mixture of their love juices. Suddenly Sweetie gestured me to come near to her and she held my hand in her with her mouth in big O, indicating that she has having her orgasm. With other hand I was shagging my self and with a few more strokes I came with jets spraying on floor. Arun was still fucking her hard making lot of sounds. I was afraid that this mixture of sounds could make our neighbor suspicious. Suddenly his rhythm got slowed and he was filling my wife’s pussy with his come. And then we went to washroom one by one to wash each other. Now I could to see the satisfaction in the eyes of Sweetie. I was satisfied that all her inhibitions are over now and she has enjoyed the cuckolding.
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