Adultery Indian Couple’s Loving Threesome by iloveall

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Now Anil described in greater details their sexual acts, foreplays and body parts, positions etc. It was very erotic and romantic and soon Neena became so absorbed and excited that she forgot about her previous reservations.


Whilst narrating about the encounter, Anil further elaborated about the couple's sexual foreplays with Anil's friend Samir and how the husband gradually uncovered his wife's breasts in front of Samir. Anil tried to demonstrate this by pushing his fingers under Neena's blouse and pulling it up slightly. I saw that as a consequence, Neena was alarmed and I felt that she might resort to some impulsive negative action.

Sensing problem, I immediately, caught hold of my wife by shoulder and started kissing her fully on the lips. I told both Anil and Neena, "Hearing such an erotic story, I am unable to control myself." Neena was also sufficiently charged and started responding and kissing me back passionately. I noticed that she did not realize or care that Anil was watching. She also did not push Anil's hand away from her blouse. However, due to the act of my pulling her in my direction and turning her on my side to kiss her on the mouth, Anil's hand slipped inside her blouse and his fingers were then touching the rib cage of my wife's back and may be touching the hook of my wife's bra straps.

Neena looked back at Anil whilst I was kissing her. (May be he had dug his fingers in her back!) Anil was watching us from behind. He was looking so helpless, lonely! His passionate love story of husband, wife and an affectionate friend had a powerful impact on all of us including Anil. Looking at Anil's such condition and at the same time knowing that I would not mind it, after I finished the kiss, Neena turned to face Anil and affectionately pulled Anil's head and rested it on her shoulders and kept combing his hair with her fingers.

Anil was in cloud number nine. He could not control himself; dropped his head from Neena's shoulders to her chest and was almost in her lap. His face was now touching Neena's thighs and breasts and his hands were playing with Neena's legs. Pressing closer to my wife, he pushed his head between Neena's breasts. The electric shock of him touching her breasts, even if, through the fabric, was like a thunderbolt for both Neena and Anil. Anil always fancied my wife's breasts. He was going crazy. I saw Neena's angry expression on her face. She was showing feeling of discomfort and I saw that she was about to push Anil's head away and explode in anger.

Suddenly there was some loud bang and commotion a little distance away from our car. It seemed that on the road, a truck had hit pavement. The trance was broken. Quickly recovering from the influence of Anil's story, Neena suggested that we should all have something to eat and then proceed to the poet's assembly.

Hearing this, Anil brought out a bottle of whisky and poured three glasses from it. Neena is hardly a drinker and declined the offer. However, I was insistent. I reminded her that she had agreed to drink a little, if we went out and had good time. She agreed with a condition that we would not ask her to drink more. However, the first rather generous peg given to Neena by Anil and some spicy talk whilst drinking whisky; had an enthusing effect on her. Her mood flourished and the earlier anxiety was replaced by casual mood. She declared that as soon as we finished, we would go to the assembly and if the program is not interesting we would come back here and would ask Anil to finish the story.

The assembly program was hilarious. There were blaring loud speakers all round. The poets, one after another, rendered hilarious poetry making fun of people from all walks of life from poets to politicians and chiding and mimicking them. We heard the program sitting in the car at a distance from the crowd. All three of us laughed and were in very jovial and relaxed mood.

I would like to remind readers that Neena was still sandwiched between two of us and was now quite free of the initial inhibition. I had my right hand on her left thigh and took her left hand and placed it on my right thigh. I noticed that Anil was now easily holding her hands, pressing her thighs under some pretext of enjoying the jokes and poetry and was mildly pulling Neena in his direction. During the program I pulled Neena to my side some times and several times Anil pulled Neena to his side and made her place her right hand on his thighs.

Now one of her hands almost always rested on Anil's thighs. In the dark, I was unable to see exact location of her hands, I was not sure, but suspected that Anil had once or twice placed her hands on his pant where, there was a bulge. Perhaps she might have withdrawn her hands then, but certainly she did not show any sign, protest or create any fuss.

At about midnight, I suggested that we should go out and have popcorn or something. Anil brought out his bottle once again and proposed that before we go out, all of us must have one round of drinks. Neena, surprisingly agreed without any persuasion. We had another round of one drink.

All of us were now very relaxed and had greatly shed our inhibitions. Neena was very bubbly and talked about many things including the poetry rendered. Anil was always appreciating and agreeing with her, pepping her up, supporting whatever she said all the time and gaining her quick acceptance and appreciation. It was ok with me. I wanted her to relax completely and enjoy the evening with the two of us fully. I knew that, as a house wife, she has to undergo so many social, financial, physical and psychological tensions and problems in her day to day life. Dealing with house hold chores, children, in-laws and others is a tough task.

I suggested why not we go out of the assembly to some place and continue the talk, which we left incomplete. All agreed. Anil said "why not we go to my house. There is no body in the house and in any case, you have already told your parents that you would return only the next morning." Neena also agreed and said, "It is better to go to Anil's house than parking the car in some corner sitting in such a small space and inviting unnecessary attention. At least that way we can relax and freshen up there."

We reached Anil's house soon.

As soon as we reached Anil's house, I took Neena in my arms and we fell on bed in the bedroom. Anil said he wanted to freshen up and change and went to the bathroom. After some time he emerged wearing a towel. Neena looked at Anil half undressed for the first time. She was watching with interest his hairy chest, tall structure, well built muscles and arms, broad shoulders, slim waist and shapely hips. I could see from her expression that she was impressed.