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I got up from the bed and went to our wash room. My vagina was sticky with my husband's semen. I washed it with water. I washed my arm-pits and face too. I wrapped myself in a towel and went back to my husband, who was already standing at the door of our bed-room. I was thoroughly confused, as to where he wanted me to come, or what he wanted me to do! When I went up to my husband, he thrust two fingers again into my vagina.

He repeated, " Simran, look - your cunt is still watering. You have been excited ever since you have seen Hardayalji's cock "
It was true. I cast my eyes down with embarrassment. My husband adjusted my dishevelled hair and kissed my cheeks. He opened our bed-room door, clasped my hand and walked me out of the room. He took me straight to Hardayalji's bed-room door and stopped. I wondered what he was doing. I was not even dressed. Just had a towel wrapped around my body!
My husband said, " Simran, knock on Hardayalji's door and go in. I want you to spend the night with him. I want him to fuck you. I want your cunt to have the pleasure of great orgasms from his gigantic cock "
I was shocked! I said, " Balwinder, have you gone mad? I am your wife. The mother of your two children. Don't be stupid. My body is only for your pleasure. This is ridiculous. I will certainly not do this "
My husband said, " Simran, I am not being ridiculous. You are refusing only because you are feeling awkward that, we are married. Listen to me. Don't worry. I will always love you and you will always remain my wife, even if Hardayalji fucks you tonight "
I simply said, " No Balwinder "
My husband told me, " Look Simran, You know very well, that his cock excites you, a lot. Both of you are longing for each other's body. Both of you must enjoy one another's body. Why should I, or our marriage, be an obstruction to your pleasure? "
I simply said, " No Balwinder. This is a sin. This is simply not right. How can I face you in the morning, after he has ravished me? "
My husband pleaded, " Simran, please Darling. I will be happy knowing that my wife's cunt is being thoroughly satisfied by another big man, who has a cock, much larger in size than me "
I again said, " Oh God, Balwinder. No! "
My husband said, " Simran, please. I love you so much. You have promised me to do what I tell you. If you break that promise, I shall get very hurt "
I said, " No Balwinder. I do not want to hurt you. But this is so bizarre. And I am frightened. His monstrous organ will surely tear and enlarge my vagina. You may not enjoy it anymore "
My husband said, " Simran, ever since you have given birth to our two children, your cunt has become quite large. I am sure that it is flexible enough, to take his large cock and have many orgasms. And Simran Darling, your cunt will always excite and pleasure me. Whether it is big, or small "
I again said, " No Balwinder, please do not ask me to do this "
He replied, " Why are you feeling so guilty? You have already honoured me, by giving me your virginity, on our wedding night. So, even if your cunt takes Hardayalji's large cock, there is nothing new for me. So, come on love. It is already 11.30 p.m. now. So, knock his door and go to him "
I stood still, not knowing what to do. Yes, even I realised that I was feeling very excited, ever since, I saw Hardayalji's penis. But, I was nervous. I thought about my husband. My marriage. My children. How could I, a married woman, simply go to another man, just because his penis excited me? What about my loyalty to my husband? What about my own husband's feelings? "
My husband prodded me, " Simran, please don't break your promise to me. I want his to happen so much. Please don't break my heart "

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I was trembling with nervousness and did not knock. Suddenly, without any warning, my husband leaned across me and knocked on Hardayalji's door himself! I was shocked. I felt like running away from there. The passage was dark, with just a night lamp on. My husband and I, stood still, waiting for Hardayalji to open his door. Each second felt like a life time. I was trembling. My knees were wobbling. My throat became dry. After a few moments the door opened slightly. Hardayalji peered through the open door at us. He saw me standing there, with only a towel wrapped around my body. He was quite surprised. He was also surprised to see my husband standing beside me.

He asked my husband, " Yes, Balwinder Saab, what is it? Any problem? "
He opened the door fully for us. My husband and I, went and sat on the sofa in his bed-room. Hardayalji sat on the bed.
My husband replied to him, " Hardayalji, my wife and I know that you have been very lonely since the past few months. We realise that, there has been no woman to take care of your needs, since long. Hence, I have come to gift you my most precious asset, that you have been longing for, since many days! "
Hardayalji asked, " Your most precious asset, that I wanted? What is it, Balwinder Saab? I never longed for any of your assets! "
My husband smiled mischieviously and said, " Of-course you do. We know that you desperately wish to enjoy my most precious asset. The asset that is only mine! "
Hardayalji still did not understand. He again asked my husband, " Pardon me Balwinder Saab. I do not understand. What precious asset of yours, have I wanted? "
My husband got up from the sofa and helped me to get up. He walked me to Hardayalji's bed and made me sit close to Hardayalji. I could get a whiff of Hardayalji's manly scent. As I had only wrapped a towel over myself, and as my husband had me sit very close to Hardayalji, my bare arm came into contact with his arm and I felt a kind of current shoot through me. I could feel a sudden gush of moisture seep through my vagina.
 
My husband said, " This is my most precious asset, Hardayalji. My own wife. Simran and I, know that you have been fantasising about her. As you can see, my lovely wife, is the typical sturdy Punjabi woman. Fleshy and sensuous. She will spend the night now with you, on your bed tonight. You can enjoy my sexy wife's amazing body "
Hardayalji was shocked! He exclaimed, " What??? Balwinder Saab, what are you saying? "
My husband explained, " Yes, Hardayalji. You heard me right. You want my wife's body. My wife too is excited about you and wants to experience your organ. So, both of you can fulfil your desires tonight. But after you finish with her, please send her back to my bed-room. I shall be awake and waiting for her tonight. You can even pump your sperms straight into her cunt "
Hardayalji was confused. He looked at me and asked, " Simran beti, is this true. Have you also agreed to this? "
I was silent. My husband made me get up. He caught my hands and stared into my eyes for a long time. He hugged me. He adjusted my hair and kissed me over my eyes and cheeks. It looked like he did not want to leave me. He kissed me deeply on my lips. He embraced me again.
My husband said, " Simran, my love. Do not worry. Enjoy yourself fully. But please come to our bed, after Hardayalji has pumped all his semen, fully into your cunt. I shall be thinking of you and waiting for you "
So saying, my husband walked away from the room, shutting the door behind him. Now Hardayalji and I, were all alone in his bed-room. I sat nervously beside him.
Hardayalji said, " Simran beti, it is true that I am obsessed by your sensuous body. But is it true, what your husband just said? That you too, want me? That you too, are longing for my cock? "
I looked down and whispered, " I don't know, what to say, Hardayalji "
Hardayalji said, " My dear Simran, Your breasts and buttocks are so large and exciting. I had always fantasised about how your cunt would look and feel like. I cant even believe that your own husband has offered your golden body, for my pleasure tonight. Now stand up. I need to look at and admire your lovely Punjabi body. The body that I have been dreaming about, till today "

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I got up from the bed and stood. Hardayalji too stood up. He pulled off the towel from my body. I was totally naked now! I was feeling so shy. He stared at my body for a long time. As I was breast-feeding my baby, my breasts had grown to a very large size. But thankfully, though they were full of my milk, yet, they were reasonably firm. I have large, black nipples. They protrude out from my breasts -- especially since my baby and my husband frequently suck upon them, to drink my milk. The sight of my fair naked breasts and black nipples was driving Hardayalji mad! Hardayalji's eyes went to my crotch. As my husband loves to see me hairy, I had stopped shaving. Hence, I had a thick growth of hair under my arm-pits and an extra-ordinarily dense and bushy growth of pubic hair all over my vagina. Hardayalji stared at my pubic hair. I suppose he saw my husband's semen leaked over my pubic hair.

He asked me, " Wow! Simran beti, what a thick hair growth you have under your arms and on your cunt! I simply love them. But Simran, tell me. I see semen on your cunt hair. Did your husband fuck you and ejaculate in that hairy cunt of yours, before bringing you here, to me? "
I whispered shyly, " Yes, Hardayalji "
Hardayalji turned my body, to look at my buttocks. Being a Punjabi woman, I have very large and fleshy buttocks. Hardayalji came close to me, from my behind. He circled me with his arms and cupped my breasts lightly. He kept his palms cupped over my breasts without pumping, or squeezing them. He seemed to be relishing the feel of my heavy breasts! Hardayalji now made me sit on the bed. He lay down on my lap. He began fondling and squeezing my breasts and nipples. Milk started shooting out of my nipples, due to his rough squeezing. Hungrily, he put his mouth on one of my nipples and began sucking out my milk, straight into his mouth. He kept fondling my other breast, with his palm, while drinking my milk. I was getting excited to have Hardayalji's mouth upon my nipples. My vagina became more wet. In his lust, Hardayalji, began biting my breasts and nipples very roughly. It pained me. Hardayalji sucked off almost all the milk, from both my nipples. He then got up and sat next to me.
Hardayalji got up and removed his Pajama. He had not worn any under-wear. His unusually over-sized penis shot out! I was shocked to see it, from so close! His pubic area was covered with curly grey hair. His penis was even larger than what I had seen earlier. It was jet black and almost the size of an elephant's organ. It was about eleven inches long and about three and a half inches thick. It stood majestically erect. The head of Hardayalji's penis was much larger. Like a ripe tomato. It was wildly throbbing. The veins running along his penis, were gorged with blood. Hardayalji's testicles were enormous. They hung heavily under his penis. As big as coconuts. I could see strands of pubic hair growing even on his testicles. His penis was sweating and emitted a sensuous and manly smell. Looking at his penis, I got very excited and my vagina began oozing out my fluids.
I could not control my excitement and felt like cuddling his penis so much. I timidly extended my hand and touched his incredible penis. Hardayalji gasped with pleasure and spread his legs wide, to give me better access to his penis. I cupped his immense testicles with my other hand and gently fondled them. I pulled the fore-skin of his penis down and examined his penis head. It was so exciting to watch. Without even being told, I took his penis into my mouth. Though his penis was fully in my mouth, I could see that my mouth did not even cover half of his penis, as it was so long. I had to stretch my mouth wide open, to accommodate the massive thickness of his organ. I began running my tongue over the head of his penis and sucking him, all the while fondling his gorgeous testicles. Hardayalji caught my head in his hands and began roughly thrusting his huge penis in and out of my mouth. His penis head, was hitting the back of my throat and I was almost choking! He rubbed his penis all over my face. This went on for a long time, after which he withdrew himself from my mouth.
Hardayalji made me lie down on the bed. He pushed my arms up. I saw that he was excited by my thick arm-pit hair. He ran his hands through my arm-pits and pulled at my hair. Though my arm-pits were sweaty, he thoroughly licked both of them. He then smacked his lips and kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue. Hardayalji's lust was growing. He squeezed my breasts roughly. Like a savage, he kept biting my neck, breasts and nipples. As he was biting me in passion, he did not realise that his bites were painful to me. He began kissing my belly and thrust his tongue into my navel. Hardayalji then roughly turned me on to my belly. He began kissing and biting the back of my neck and shoulders. His bites were getting very painful. He then fondled and squeezed my ample buttocks. He began biting my buttocks too, painfully. I struggled with pain. Hardayalji began slapping my buttocks quite hard. Beating them, seemed to give him some un-known pleasure! He rubbed his penis all over my back and buttocks. Hardayalji again turned me over on the bed, to lie on my back, facing him.

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Hardayalji pushed my legs up all the way, until my body was curled up and my vagina was thrust up. He knelt in between my thighs and separated them wide apart. He bent down and put his mouth to my hairy vagina. He began running his tongue all over my pubic hair and licking them vigorously. Then his tongue entered my vaginal folds and began moving on my inner vaginal lips. I was getting very excited and my vagina was oozing like some fountain, with the excitement. He began swirling his tongue around my clitoris and flicking over it. Then he began thrusting his tongue, deep into my vagina, in and out for a long time. He kept sucking my vaginal secretions into his mouth and hungrily swallowing them.

He asked me, " Simran Beti, Are you ready to receive my cock? "
I shyly replied, with excitement, " Yes, Hardayalji. I am ready "
Hardayalji's penis was vigorously throbbing, in anticipation of entering my moist vagina. He positioned the thick bulbous head of his penis at the entrance of my vagina. He began rubbing his mammoth penis head, across the folds of my vaginal lips and lightly thumped it across my clitoris. Currents of pleasure, shot up through my body. I waited eagerly in anticipation, to receive his huge penis into my vagina. He pushed the huge bulbous head into my vagina. Anxiously I spread my thighs wider, to be able to accommodate the penis easier. It slowly parted my pink vaginal lips and his bulbous head slowly entered my vagina. My delicate vaginal lips got stretched. I gasped. Hardayalji plunged his organ into me, a little more. My vaginal lips closed around the crown of his organ head. He forced his organ further into me and embedded his fat organ head, in my vagina. With every push, Hardayalji was able to worm his organ into my vagina, a little further.
Hardayalji's powerful penis, now began rubbing roughly against my vaginal tissues. He had thrust eight inches into me and his organ head slammed up against the back of my vagina, right up against my cervix. Hardayalji now started to forcefully propel his organ in and out of my vagina. My body was being violently tossed, up and down. I arched my back and started to pant and moan. He grabbed my slim shoulders, in his strong hands again and pulled me against himself. I groaned as the head of his massive penis, thudded against my cervix. He pushed deeply into me. Slow and gentle jabs, each forward thrust spreading my narrow cervical sphincter wider and wider. Hardayalji's thick and swollen bulbous organ head kept drilling into the deepest part my vagina, with no mercy. Sweat was just pouring off me.
Hardayalji's huge organ head, was piercing through my narrowest of openings and spreading my cervical ring far apart, widening it for the massive length behind it. I gritted my teeth and stared at him with shock, as I felt my cervix surrender to his organ. As Hardayalji's bulbous organ head forcefully propelled itself through my cervix, there was a sudden, slight rendering sound, as my cervical sphincter was forced apart. Then his organ head was through it! I gave a shrill scream and tossed my head about, flinging my black silken hair across. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I stared at him, with my mouth agape. With one powerful and violent thrust, Hardayalji slammed the rest of his eleven-inch penis all the way through my cervix, into my womb, until his testicles slammed up against my moist vaginal lips. I shrieked in shock!
The head of Hardayalji's penis had connected with the back of my womb. As a woman, I was thrilled at being able accommodate this elderly man's massively monstrous penis, so deep in my womb. Within a few minutes, pleasurable sensations began developing deep in me, where his penis was embedded into my womb. I stared with a new found passion at my lover. My eyes were now as big as saucers, as I felt the swollen & throbbing head of his enormous organ, tickle the most sensitive lining of the back of my womb. As minutes flew by, I was enveloped by a long-lasting wave of delirious ecstasy. My own lust grew. I was proud to give pleasure to this amazing man. Involuntarily, my feminine charms wanted to excite and pleasure him all the more. My breasts got automatically thrust up, like cones. My nipples became erect and stood straight.
Hardayalji and I, were breathing rapidly and sweating profusely. Our bodies were joined. Crotch to crotch. Pubic hair to pubic hair. Hardayalji and I, were one now. We lay still. I slowly thrust my hips up a bit further onto Hardayalji's penis -- trying to accommodate him better. Hardayalji began thrusting his penis deep in and out of my womb. It was rubbing against my sensitive nerve endings there -- which I never even knew existed! I began to meet his thrusts into me, with my own thrusts upwards onto his organ. My eyes closed and my hands digging into his shoulders. Up and down he rode. sliding half of his rigid penis in and out of my womb. I grunted as the bulbous head of his penis repeatedly thudded through my womb.
Hardayalji rammed into my womb violently like a mad man, jack-hammering through my tight cervical sphincter. I was in ecstasy. I could feel my orgasm building up. I too started shoving my vagina upwards onto his penis, to meet his brutal thrusts into me. My pleasure was mounting rapidly. Sweat was pouring out from both of us. Both of us were panting. He went on shoving his massive organ in and out of my womb -- brutally. In my rapidly building ecstasy, I too kept propelling my vagina up onto his cock rapidly and violently. My climax was building up faster and I could not control myself any longer. Finally my orgasm tore through my vagina!

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I screamed, " Aaaaaah. Hardayalji. Faster. Faster Hardayalji. Deeper. More deeper. Aaaaaah. Aaaaaah. Oh God! Aaaaaah. I am cumming. Aaaaah. Aaaaah! "

I let myself go completely. Hardayalji went on viciously pumping in and out of my vagina, when I was having my orgasm, making it more intense for me. Orgasmic secretions were pouring out of my vagina. I was completely out of breath. I threw my arms around his neck, groaned deeply, then thrust my lips on his, to kiss him. Hardayalji relaxed for a few minutes and stroked my hair. He kissed me lovingly on my lips, cheeks and forehead. Keeping his throbbing organ in my vagina, he allowed me to rest for a while. I recovered my breath slowly. I understood that he was going to now, take his pleasure from my body. I got ready for his brutal thrusts.
Hardayalji lifted himself way up and slammed into me again. He began propelling his penis into me like a machine. I was meeting his thrusts, with equally brutal upward thrusts of my own, onto his powerful penis. I began squeezing my vagina as tight as possible, to give his penis, more friction, as I thrust against him. His speed was increasing. After a few more violent thrusts, I could feel the head of his penis swell, all the more. I moaned deeply and groaned, as it spread me even wider apart. He shut his eyes gasping. He grabbed my waist and heaved into me, with ferocious thrusts. And then the moment came! Hardayalji's mammoth organ began bucking with incredible force. I knew that he was going to ejaculate into me.
With an animal-like roar from his throat, Hardayalji yelled, " Simran beti! Aaaaaah. I am cumming. Aaaaaah. Aaaaaah. Aaaaaah. I am pouring my seeds into your young cunt. Aaaaaah. Aaaaaah "
My womb was whipped violently around, by the first bursts of Hardayalji's manly seeds. I felt the red-hot pellets, fired directly onto my eggs, deep in my womb. A torrent of his scorching semen fired against the sensitive linings of my womb, each continuous sperm blast, orchestrating an orgasmic shout from him! I could feel spurt after spurt of his sperms, hitting the back wall of my womb. The huge volume and force of his semen hitting my sensitive tissues, triggered another orgasm in my vagina and I screamed in ecstasy. Hardayalji, went on ejaculating into my womb for a very long time. He must have fired-off almost half, of a quarter litre of his boiling semen inside my womb, each sporadic ejaculation bouncing off my womb, like cannon balls. We held each other closely, lips locked and tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, each simply overcome by the force of what we were feeling. After the frenzy, both our orgasms began subsiding gradually. Emptying himself into my womb, he collapsed on top of me.
We regained our breath after a very long time. Hardayalji, with drew his huge penis from my vagina. Though he had ejaculated into my womb, amazingly, it was still semi-erect. As it came out of me, huge volumes of his semen and my own secretions flowed out of my vagina. I was still panting.
I said to him, " Hardayalji, I need to go back to my husband now. You heard him telling me to come back to his bed, after you had ejaculated into me "
He asked me, " Why Simran? He has already fucked you earlier tonight. So why does he want you again? Will he want to fuck you a second time tonight now? "
I said, " I don't know Hardayalji. But, as my husband is waiting for me, I must go to him "
He said, " I think that I know why your husband wants you on his bed now. Your cunt is full of my semen. Probably he wants to fuck your cunt and experience the pleasure, when it is carrying my semen "
I said, " I don't know, Hardayalji "
He asked me, " Simran, this was an amazing experience for me. I am sure that it was a thoroughly enjoyable fuck for you too, as I observed that your cunt virtually exploded with two fantastic orgasms. As we enjoy one another so much, I want to fuck you regularly, from now on. When can you come to my bed again? "
I replied, " Hardayalji, yes, amazingly you made me get two extremely intense orgasms, which were probably the best releases that I have ever had in my life! But I am Balwinder's wife. The mother of his children. I love my husband a lot and consider my marriage sacred. So how can I sleep with you again? It will not be fair to my husband, or my marriage "
He said, " Simran, I understand your loyalty to your husband and do not wish to disturb your marriage. I know that your body is his property for his pleasure and he has a right to fuck you whenever he wishes. All I am asking you to do is, apart from being his wife, please also agree to be my mistress. He can continue to fuck you at nights. Since I will be at home during day time, I can fuck you during the day. Your cunt can have the pleasure of being satisfied by two cocks "
I said, " Hardayalji, I really don't know what to say "
Hardayalji said, " Simran, let me suggest something. Is it OK with you, if I ask your husband's permission, for you to become my mistress? If he agrees, You will be like a woman with two husbands "
I hesitated. Then finally said, " OK. Hardayalji. You ask my husband. If he agrees, then I will be glad to become your mistress and take care of your needs and desires "

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I got up from the bed. Hardayalji too got up. I went to the wash room and looked at myself in the mirror. I reached for a towel to clean myself up.

Hardayalji said, " No Simran. Don't clean yourself. Your husband would be more excited to see you like this. Freshly fucked with semen dripping from your cunt and your body in a sweaty mess. Come, let me take you to him "
So, I simply wrapped myself in the towel once again. Hardayalji put his arm over my shoulders and walked me to my husband's bed-room. I silently opened the door. The very dim night lamp was on. In the semi-darkness, I could see my husband lying on the bed naked. He was awake. He heard the door open and looked towards me. He got up and sat on the bed. Hardayalji took me to my husband and made me stand next to him. My husband stared at my dishevelled and sweaty state.
Hardayalji said, " Balwinder Saab, thank you so much, for being kind enough to let me take pleasure from the lovely body of your young wife. I shall always be obliged. I am returning your most precious asset back to you, safe and sound. I just hope that you will be kind enough to send her back to me again at your convenience. I shall talk to you on this later "
Hardayalji walked away, shutting the door behind him. My husband kissed me on my cheeks and pulled off my towel. He began silently examining me. My body was fully covered with sweat. My hair was completely dishevelled and stuck on my head and face, due to the sweat. There were deep bite marks, on my neck and breasts. My nipples too had a few bite marks. There were tens of deep gashes on my thighs and buttocks, where Hardayalji had bit me very painfully, in his lust. My pubic hair was matted with Hardayalji's semen, which was still dripping out of my vagina, over my thighs on to the floor. My husband gazed at each of my bite marks and gashes. He looked intently at the semen of Hardayalji, dripping from my vagina. He pushed up my arms and smelled my sweaty and hairy armpits. Suddenly, he kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He then pulled me down to the bed and made me lie down.
 
My husband told me, " Simran, I am going to ask you a lot of questions, as I want to know everything that happened between Hardayalji and you on the bed. Every single thing that he did to you. I want to know every single emotion and every single pleasure that you got. And I want you to be very open about all this and frankly tell me. Will you do that? "
I replied, " Why Balwinder? Will it not hurt you, to know all that happened between him and me on his bed? "
He said, " No Simran. I really want to know each detail. Please tell me frankly "
I replied, " OK. Balwinder, ask me "
My husband asked me, " Simran, did he force you to suck his cock "
I replied, " Not really Balwinder. I took his penis into my mouth, because I felt like it "
My husband asked me, " Simran, did it taste good? "
I replied, " Yes Balwinder. I loved sucking and tasting his erect penis "
My husband asked me, " Simran, were you able to take his gigantic cock fully into your cunt? "
I replied, " Yes Balwinder, I did. With a bit of difficulty "
He said, " Did it pain you? "
I replied, " Yes initially, when he first pushed the mammoth size into me. But later I could bear the discomfort "
My husband asked me, " Simran, did he fuck you hard? Did he fuck you for a long time? "
I replied, " Yes, Balwinder. He was thrusting his enormous penis so violently and very deep, opening up parts of my vagina, which your penis had never even touched. And in his passion, he was thrusting brutally into me for a very long time. Maybe almost 15 minutes "
My husband asked me, " Darling, I have seen that your neck, breasts, nipples, thighs and buttocks are completely covered with his bite marks. It must have pained you so much. Why did you not protest? "
I replied, " He was completely lost in his lust Balwinder. He was like a savage in his passion. I could not stop him "
He asked me, " Do you mean to say that you liked his savage behaviour? "
I replied, " I don't know what happened to my feelings, Balwinder. I too was extremely excited and wanted to feel his painful bites all over my body. I wanted him to hurt me badly "
My husband asked me, " Simran, did you think of me, when he was wildly thrusting his giant cock into your cunt? "
I replied, " Yes, Balwinder. I did and I felt guilty "
My husband asked me, " How many orgasms did he make your cunt, get from his monster cock? "
I replied, " He made me get two orgasms Balwinder "
My husband asked me, " Were the orgasms that you got from his huge cock, better than those that you normally get from my cock? "
I replied, " Balwinder, please do not ask me this question. My answer may hurt you "
My husband said, " No. I want to know. Tell me frankly "
I shyly replied, " Balwinder, yes. The orgasms that he made me get, were extremely explosive and very intense for me. The best, that I have ever had. And yes, much more enjoyable and fierce, than I ever got with you "
My husband asked me, " Did you love receiving his semen straight into your cunt? "
I replied, " Yes Balwinder, because his gigantic penis is so powerful, he ejaculated very deep into me. Almost in my womb. And when he ejaculated, it triggered another orgasm for me "
My husband said, " Simran, now let me see you cunt "

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He separated my thighs and pushed my legs up. He began closely examining my messy and sweaty vagina, which was full of Hardayalji's semen. My husband thrust his fingers into my vagina to feel the semen. He rotated his fingers deep within my vagina.

He commented, " Simran, your cunt is so raw and sore. You have indeed been violently fucked. He has pumped so much semen! Your cunt is still dripping with it "
I said, " Balwinder, don't you feel hurt to see my vagina full with another man's semen? "
My husband replied, " No Simran. As a matter of fact, I am very excited to see huge globs of another man's semen still sloshing around in my own wife's cunt. I want to my cock to feel your cunt, when it is full of Hardayalji's semen. Raise your thighs more. I want to push my cock into your cunt and fuck you now "
I raised my thighs and said to my husband, " OK Balwinder, come. Push your penis into my messy vagina, full of Hardayalji's sperms "
My husband positioned his own penis at the entrance of my vagina and thrust himself into me. For the third time that night, my vagina was receiving a man's penis. I was shocked to note that I could hardly feel my husband's penis. That was because, after taking the violent thrusting of Hardayalji's mammoth penis into me over such a long time, my vagina had probably got a bit enlarged. My husband's penis was just average in size and hence I could almost not feel anything. It slid into me very easily. My husband began thrusting his penis in and out of me. But within just 3 -- 4 thrusts into me, he ejaculated his semen into my vagina. Now the semen of two men, Hardayalji and my husband, got mixed in my vagina and and I felt it so full of semen.
After sometime, my husband asked me, " Simran, your cunt really seems to have enlarged after getting fucked by Hardayalji. I am sure that it will be difficult for me to satisfy you from now on. Do you wish to continue getting fucked by him? "
I shyly replied, " Balwinder, I don't know what to say. I am your wife. Not his "
He said, " Come on Simran, now there is no point of shyness. Your cunt has already taken and enjoyed Hardayalji's cock. So, tell me frankly "
I replied, " Balwinder, Hardayalji wants me to become his mistress. He is going to ask your permission "
He asked me, " What do you want, Simran? Do you wish to be his mistress? "
I did not answer for a long time. So he asked me again, " Come on Simran. Be frank "
I replied, " Balwinder, you are my husband. Our marriage is very sacred to me and I love you so much. I do not wish to hurt you, in any way "
He asked me, " No. I wont be hurt by your answer and our marriage will remain strong. Just tell me openly. Do you wish to be his mistress? "
I shyly replied, " Yes, Balwinder. I too wish to be Hardayalji's mistress. But only if you are sure that it wont hurt you and you permit me "
My husband kissed me deeply and said, " I want you to have your pleasure. I want your cunt to be fully satisfied. It is perfectly alright with me, Simran. I shall give him permission to make you, his mistress. We can work out some kind of an understanding, as to who can have you on which night of the week. So all of us can be happy "
I kissed my husband back and said, " Oh Balwinder. I am so lucky and so proud to have you, as my husband "
Both of us hugged each other and went to sleep. That is how the night ended. Ever since that night, my life has changed. From being a simple house-wife earlier, I have become the property of two men. I remain Balwinder's wife, but am also Hardayalji's mistress. Both the men have come to a mutual arrangement on me. In my husband's house, they have made me move into one bed-room, which they have allocated to me, for myself. Each night, either my husband, or Hardayalji come to my bed-room to spend the night with me. But, in case both of them want me on the same night, the man who comes to my bed first, leaves after ejaculating into my vagina. The other one comes in after the first man has left and spends the night with me. When my husband is spending the night on my bed, Hardayalji takes care of my children. And When Hardayalji is spending the night on my bed, my husband takes care of my children.
Especially when I have to take both the men during the same night, I get completely tired. As I try hard to take care of all their sexual needs, these two wonderful men take care of me so well. Now I am like a toy to the two of them. They have made rules and regulations for me to obey, for their pleasure. I gladly follow their rules. They take turns to bathe me. They even jointly give me a bath sometimes. Like for example, when my husband is applying soap over my breasts, Hardayalji would be applying soap over my vagina! I would stand there like a doll, while the two men with huge erections would wash the soap off me. After bathing me, they help to dress me up.
They fuss over me, so much. They have instructed me that only they would choose the clothes that I should wear for the day - my bra, panty, petticoat and saree, or Salwar Kameez etc. My lovers even choose how I should wear my hair for the day -- whether free flowing, or plaited, or in a bun! They comb and plait my hair. They feed me. They buy me exotic and very expensive under-garments. They buy me very expensive sarees, salwar kameez etc. They surprise me with all kinds of expensive perfumes and gifts. They take me out for dinner and movies etc. In short they keep me like a queen. They insist that before dinner, I should wear only one of those sheer negligee's that they keep purchasing for me. These negligee's are the sexy, semi-transparent and sleeveless types, which have a plunging neckline and reach just below the crotch, exposing my thighs and legs fully! So at dinner, I am supposed to serve them food exposing my body in such a negligee'! I feel proud to expose my body sexily to my two lovers.
And the thing that I enjoy most with my men is that, they make me get explosive orgasms almost every single night. As my vagina has now become very large due to constant intercourse with Hardayalji's gigantic penis, I find it difficult to have an orgasm with my husband, as his penis is comparatively too small. And whenever my husband is not able to make me get an orgasm, he will always go and get Hardayalji to come and thrust his colossal penis into me, to make me get an orgasm! Just imagine! My own husband bringing another man to make me get an orgasm! It is so bizarre!
I know that though I am Balwinder's wife and the mother of his two children, I am leading a sinful life by social standards of an Indian marriage. But the fact is, during the day, I lead the normal life of a housewife and take care of the needs of my household, husband and children very well, like any other Indian housewife would do. It is only at nights that I share my body with these two men. But I do this willingly and happily. That is because, as a woman, I feel fully used and completely satisfied. My life is heaven now. I just hope that this lasts forever.
 
The End

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OFFICE PARTY AND MUSICAL CHAIRS
 
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OFFICE PARTY AND MUSICAL CHAIRS
 
aurelius1982
 
Preface :) - Many years back, in the late 90s, when I first discovered the internet and started reading erotica, one of the first wife stories I read involved a musical chairs situation. It caught my fancy at once and I read it many times before moving on to other stories. This was on some minor website, not the big ones like ASSTR or Literotica. A few months back, I was reminded of it again, and tried to search for it. But no matter how much I wrestled with google, I could not locate it. I found many other musical-chairs-based stories on Literotica and other sites, but not the one I was looking for. So I have decided to write it down myself from memory. Obviously, I have had to add some background details and have adapted it to an Indian situation. But in terms of the basic plot, I am staying faithful to what I read. Full credit to the unknown original author. Hope you like it. And if any of you have read the original and know if it is online somewhere, do send me a link. Here goes.
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I had recently started working as a financial analyst in the Bombay branch of a small but prestigious wealth management firm. Their clientele was very exclusive, staff size small at just under 50, and they usually hired only one person a year, so I was pretty pleased to get selected from what had been at least a hundred other applicants like me from other reputed companies. The pay was phenomenal, the work challenging and my colleagues were all brilliant people, highly qualified and accomplished.

A month after I started work there, my wife and I got invited for a company party that was going to be held at a senior partner's bungalow in Malad, a northern suburb of Bombay. It was Friday night, and my wife Usha and I were going to drive there. This was the first time Usha was going to meet my colleagues and I had praised all my colleagues and bosses so much, that she was looking forward to meeting them all.
At 27, Usha is just a year younger to me. She is quite a hottie, even if I do say so myself. She stands at a medium 5 ft 4, has a milky white complexion, a very attractive face, shoulder length hair, and a body that she keeps in good shape by working our regularly. All the work out has made her ass especially delectable, perfectly curved and round, neither too big nor too small. And I always thank god for the fact that she has the most amazingly shaped C-cup boobs with no sag. Usha looks like a knock-out whatever she wears, and always attracts admiring glances when we are in a public place.
That night she looked particularly smashing. She was wearing something she bought specially for this party from a designer boutique in Bandra - a yellow dress which went well with her milky white complexion. It stopped about two inches above her knees. It was loose and pleated from the waist down, so when she twirled, it kinda rose up, giving a glimpse of her underwear. And for underwear, she was wearing a tiny thong, which I really loved. Above the waist, the dress was figure-hugging tight, so it showed that Usha had a flat stomach. And it fit very snugly over her breasts. Also, the dress had spaghetti straps, and it gave a nice hint of her cleavage, and because of the thin straps, she had decided to go bra-less. So a very faint outline of her nipples was visible. They weren't poking out (yet!), but you could tell where they were.
When she had gotten ready and come out of the bedroom in our house in Bombay, she had twirled very fast, making the dress balloon up to waist level, giving me a nice look at her thong-covered ass. She looked so sexy, I got hard instantly and had expressed the desire for a quickie right then, but Usha refused, saying it would mess up her make up. Reluctantly, I limited myself to some fondling, and finally we got going.
Usha really was looking amazing that night. Even when we were on the way to the party, drivers in passing cars would stare at her lustily. I felt even luckier than usual that I had such a hot wife. Eventually, we got to Malad at about 8 pm and followed the directions to the bungalow. Bungalow?? It was more like a mansion. Really huge. We parked the car and entered the massive living area, where the party seemed to be in full swing already.
I took my wife around, introducing her to everyone, and got introduced to others wives. Which is when I noticed something odd. Although there were almost 30 men there, there were only three wives, aside from Usha. I also noticed that none of the female employees had come. I found this surprising, and when Usha got busy talking to one of the other wives, I mentioned this to a couple of guys. They laughed and said, yeah, the parties tend to get kinda "raunchy" and "crazy". Which is why a lot of the wives and women from the company stayed away. I asked what that meant exactly and they just laughed and said, nothing too serious. People get drunk and so there is flirting, teasing, and sometimes while dancing, there is fondling. Some of the "stuffy aunty" types don't like it and stay away. Even the wife of Navin, the senior partner who owned the bungalow, had gone to stay with her sister for the night, with their kids.
I pulled Usha to the side and mentioned this to her, just to inform her about what to expect. She laughed it off and said she could take care of herself. And I knew she could. Being that attractive, she got hit on all the time in all situations, and I had seen her put guys in their place a lot. She was by no means a "stuffy aunty" type. Quite the opposite. She was kinda wild and loved flirting, although she knew where to draw the line.

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I had known Usha since we were toddlers - our parents were next door neighbors. Growing up, we were good friends, often hanging out together. Ours wasn't exactly a teen romance. In fact we never even considered the idea of dating until much later. I knew the two guys she had dated before we got together, and she knew the three girls I had dated. We had told each other about our first kisses, when we lost our virginities, and poured our hearts out to each other when we were heartbroken. In fact it was simultaneous heartbreaks that brought us together. I was 22, she was 21, and we had both had messy break-ups at the same time. We got talking, started hanging out exclusively, and before we knew it we were in love. After two years of dating, we got married.

All through childhood, teen years, during our relationship and then our marriage, I had always known Usha to be very aware and confident of her beauty and she did not mind flaunting it or using it. She knew she had an awesome rack, a perfect ass, and it did not bother her that men got turned on by it. In bed too, she is a wildcat, using her body (and her mouth) very well. She loves to try different positions, loves to talk dirty, asked very confidently for what she wanted, enjoys oral and anal sex and even loves watching porn with me. Often, we try out positions from porn films as we watch them. She was also a compulsive tease, and loved telling me about how she noticed men checking her out, or dying to touch her. So I knew that even if things started getting crazy at the party, Usha would be on top of things.
Everyone started mingling, talking, dancing. Usha was definitely the hit of the party, with almost everyone wanting to talk to her or dance with her. The three other wives there were also young, in their late 20s or early 30s, and decent looking, but none of them was as drop-dead gorgeous as Usha. Also, two of them were dressed in saris, and the third one in a long skirt and a conservative blouse. So dress-wise too, Usha was the center of attention.
When the party started, we had been together, but as the party went on, we slowly drifted apart, although I had my eye on her all the time. I was still new to the company, so I was getting to know a lot of the guys, listening to their stories about their clients, bosses and so on. Plus, I hate dancing and try to avoid it if I can. Usha on the other hand, loves dancing and was mostly on the dance floor. Guys kept asking her (and the other three wives also, to be fair) to dance. I also noticed that guys kept bringing Usha drinks, and she kept drinking. She has a pretty high tolerance by Indian women standards, but until I cared to count, she had already downed five cocktails.
I was getting quite drunk too. As I moved from group to group, in almost each group, someone would raise a toast to me, the new guy, and ask everyone to down shots. After eight drinks, including some shots, I stopped counting too. Pretty much everyone was drunk, the senior partners, the managers, the analysts and even the wives. People would eat the food laid out on the tables in between, but the main nutrient for that night seemed to be alcohol.
As people started getting drunker, sure enough, the flirting and groping started. A couple of guys that danced with Usha hugged her and pecked her, and even in that state, she seemed to be in control. I saw one guy trying to put his hand on her ass when they were dancing, and she firmly moved it up to her back. I noticed another thing with amusement. Guys were getting her to twirl more and more often. As a result, her thong would come into vision every once in a while. Knowing how self-aware Usha usually is, I am sure she was fully aware of it, and was enjoying the teasing. She still had enough sense not to twirl too hard and show her whole ass, but there was enough visible to keep guys interested. I even noticed a few guys nudging each other to point it out.
There was some close dancing too, and the groping increased a bit. The other wives were being groped too, and like Usha, did not seem to mind too much as long as it stayed within limits. Plus, everyone WAS really drunk. Soon, more and more guys kept breaking away from the small groups and heading towards the dance floor. There were now lines of sort to dance with the women next, and the longest line was for Usha.
Finally, one of the wives declared that she was getting tired and was going to take a break, and Usha and the other two wives said that was a good idea and they needed a break too. At that time I was sitting on a couch, talking to one of the guys, and when he saw Usha approaching, he politely excused himself and left us two alone. I had gotten very turned on by Usha's flirting and dancing and the way all men were ogling at her. Even now, as she sat next to me and put her head on my chest, I saw at least half the guys either looking at her, either directly or through the corners of their eyes.

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I was already drunk and so, quite low on inhibitions. So I started kissing Usha hungrily, in full view of everyone, and she, also drunk, started kissing me back passionately. We had our tongues down each others throats and were making out like two hormonal teenagers. Knowing fully well that everyone was watching and feeling jealous, I groped her boobs and her ass. And I slowly moved one hand up her dress, and put my fingers into the waistband of her thong, and started fondling her naked ass, careful to keep the dress lowered and not give everyone too much of a show.

We kissed and made out like that for a while more. After that, Usha said she'd get something to eat and stood up to do go. The problem was, my hand was still in the waistband of her thong, and as she stood up, the flimsy material tore with a rip, and I was left there with the thong wrapped around my fingers. Usha saw what had happened, and cracked up laughing, saying - "I hope you're happy now, Mr. Public Make-out!". I started laughing too, and she walked away towards the food table.
I looked around and saw many guys staring at the thong in my hand with a smile on their face. I stuffed it in my pocket, and got up to get myself another drink. I saw Usha was talking to a few guys near the food table, laughing and having a good time. I also saw her touching a couple of them on the arm flirtatiously. I got myself a tall drink of scotch, and went back to the couch where I had been sitting, because it gave me a good view of the dance floor.
Soon everyone else was back dancing, and dancing a lot faster. Many guys also knew that Usha's thong panties were in my pocket, so she was twirled around hard many times, giving half the room fleeting glimpses of her ass and her shaved pussy. This time there were a lot more attempts to fondle the wives, and maybe because the wives were drunk too, many of them were succeeding. I saw a couple of guys touch and grab Usha's ass, and after a few attempts at stopping them, she seemed to have given up too. However, when one guy tried to put his hand under her dress, she slapped away his hand emphatically, and no one tried anything. Guys were, however, rubbing their chests against Usha's and getting a feel of her ample bosom.
I watched this for a few minutes, and then found myself dozing off periodically, as the high level of alcohol in my blood starting taking effect. I guess everyone else was drunk as much, but because they were dancing, they were working it all off much faster than me just sitting there. People also seemed to notice that I was passing out, and seemed to get bolder and bolder with Usha, and her resistance also seemed to be gradually waning, although she still didn't let anyone put a hand inside her dress.
Every few minutes, I'd wake up and look at the dance floor and see Usha being spun around or fondled. She was also being handed shot glasses regularly and coaxed into downing them. The other wives were also being felt up liberally, but Usha seemed to be the target. When I'd wake up, I'd keep my eyes partially closed to give the impression I was passed out, but kept watching with increasing fascination and arousal as my colleagues kept taking liberties with my wife. The men would look in my direction, make sure I was sleeping, and then go in for another feel or grope. I had always had fantasies of watching my wife with another man, and had even suggested swinging or swapping. But as wild a tease as she was, she had always firmly refused. I started beginning to wonder if this was a night when circumstances would make her change her mind. As I thought about the possibility, I even started feeling an erection come on, so I took one of the couch cushions and put it on my lap to hide it. And those thoughts actually sobered me up to an extent that I didn't doze off any more, just pretended to do so.
As the action on the dance floor started getting raunchier by the minute, pretty much all the guys except me were crowded there, clamoring to be the next to get to dance. The top choice was Usha of course, but the other wives also had guys fawning over them. Soon people started arguing over who would dance next. Finally Navin, the senior partner whose bungalow it was, yelled loudly and told everyone to keep quiet and stop arguing. He then announced that they would have a sort of a musical chairs game to see who danced with the women. Some guys were sent to gather chairs from the living area and the adjoining rooms, and the others were told to gather around.
Usha, breathless with the dancing and reasonably drunk, walked over to me, swaying slightly to tell me to take part in the game too. I kept the pillow over my erection and kept my eyes shut even when she shook me. For good effect, I even started fake-snoring a bit. After some futile attempts to wake me up, Usha (and presumably others looking at us), assumed that I was completely passed out from the booze. Which is what I wanted, because maybe thinking that I was knocked out would make Usha cross some boundaries, and I'd get to watch.

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I'm honored ..........

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Usha walked back to the dance floor, where people had assembled 25-30 chairs. Navin started explaining the rules of the game. Al the guys would sit on the chairs in a circle, facing out. The women would run around them, like participants in musical chairs. When the music stopped, they would sit on the lap of the guy closest to them. Whoever they sat on, got eliminated and moved out of the circle. Then the music would restart and the women would run again. This would continue until there were less men than women, and the final four guys, as a prize, would get to dance with the women uninterrupted for half an hour.

I know I was drunk, but even in that drunken state, I could guess that this so-called "game" was just an excuse to have the women sit on everyone's laps and give them each a chance to fondle them. I almost felt like bursting out laughing at the game, but I had to appear to be passed out, so I resisted the urge.
Soon the men were seated in the chairs, and the women were standing around the, ready to go. Navin had very graciously decided to not take part and be the music guy instead. He put in the CD of some trance music and pushed play. And the wives started going round and round. First they were just walking, and everyone shouted that they should run and soon they were all running. As they were running, their boobs bounced, making the men happy. The best sight was of course Usha, my gorgeous wife with the huge boobs wrapped in a dress with spaghetti straps. They bounced up and down very heavily, and most men were craning their necks to get a look. Also, when Usha ran, the back of her dress would rise up slightly, giving a hint of her naked asscheeks, so both her front and back were being admired by most of the male eyes in the room.
After a couple of minutes of their running, the wives starting yelling at Navin to stop the music, and Navin obliged at once. The wives dived into the laps of the men closest to them. And as the wives sat, obviously, the guys didn't miss their chances. They were groping boobs, groping asses, rubbing thighs, you name it. When the music stopped, Usha was on the side of the circle facing me, so I saw her sit on Pankaj's lap. Usha, already tipsy and having a good time, decided to have some fun, and starting jumping up and down on his lap and laughing, as if Pankaj had been fucking her. Everyone started laughing, and the other wives also played along by doing something similar. Pankaj, meanwhile, emboldened by Usha's playfulness, was trying to get his hands inside her dress, and she was fending him off very well. He did manage to raise her skirt a few times though, and from where I was sitting, I got a good view of her pussy when he did that. I am sure Navin, from his angle, also saw the same sight.
Pankaj finally gave up his attempts at reaching inside her dress, and put his hands on her boobs and cupped them, something she did not seem to mind or stop. So he hungrily massaged her huge tits for a few seconds, when the music started and he reluctantly let go. Usha and the other ladies starting running again, and Pankaj and the three other guys moved out of the circle and stood around it to get a good view.
The next time the music stopped, Usha was on the other side of the circle, so I could not fully see what was happening, but from whatever I saw, she was on Michael's lap, and he was also fondling her boobs. Again the music started, the wives got up, and four more guys were eliminated. The number was now down to 20. As the music kept going, I noticed Yatin, a senior partner still seated in the circle, say something to Jay, one of the eliminated men, when none of the women were near him. Jay walked over to me. He called my name a couple of times, then shook me on the shoulder. I kept my eyes closed and mumbled some gibberish. Satisfied that I was still knocked out, he walked back and gave Yatin a thumbs up sign.
I then watched in amazement as Yatin slowly unzipped his pants and took out his erect cock. It didn't seem too big at all...maybe 4-5 inches, but it was very erect. When a woman would approach, he'd cup his hands around it, and at a glance it would seem like he had just kept his hands in his lap. But when none of the women was near him, he looked at Navin, took his hands off and showed him his dick. Navin smiled at him and nodded. Yatin then cupped his hands over his dick again. And I suddenly realized what was going to happen.
 
Sure enough, around the corner came Usha and when she was a couple of steps away from Yatin with hands still cupped around his dick, the music stopped. Usha, unaware of what she was literally jumping into, turned around to sit down on Yatin's lap. As soon as Usha turned and started to sit, Yatin took his hands off his dick, and pulled Usha's dress up from the back. She sat down and it was clear at once that Yatin's had hit the bullseye. Call it pure luck or skillful aim. Her face, until then sporting a playful smile, suddenly turned serious and her eyes widened. I am sure Usha's cunt must have already been pretty wet from all the groping and fondling. Combine that with the fact that Yatin's dick wasn't too big, it must not have been too difficult for him to penetrate her cunt completely right away.

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My erection got harder than ever under the pillow as I suddenly realized that my long time fantasy of seeing another man fuck my wife had been suddenly realized. What would Usha do? Usha did not seem to give in right away. She struggled and tried to get up at once. But Yatin had put his hands on her hips and he was firmly holding her in place, not letting her go anywhere. He now started humping her, which the other wives and some men must have assumed was the pretend-humping game that Usha herself has started. So they just started laughing. But to the eliminated men, it was obvious what had happened and they started laughing a lot harder and exchange high fives.

The look on Usha's face was one of sheer panic. She kept struggling and trying to get up, but every time she did, Yatin would pull her back, and say loudly "just wait till the music starts, Usha". Navin took the cue from this and announced that everyone must have gotten bored of this music so he was going to change the CD. That gave Yatin even more time to keep ramming my wife's cunt. Usha was trying to do everything to get up, but Yatin was too strong for her. And she probably did not want to yell out or say anything and make a scene. Yatin was, after all, a senior partner, so offending him publicly could be lethal for my career. She even looked at me a few times hoping I'd notice something and come to her rescue, but I kept pretending to be knocked out.
So all she could do was struggle and try to get off Yatin's lap. What she ended up doing without realizing was, assisting Yatin in fucking her even better and harder. Every time she would manage to raise her ass a few inches, Yatin's dick must have withdrawn a little, and then he'd pull her down again, ramming into her harder. In a minute or so, the effect of this started showing on Yatin. The look on his face became obvious, and he humped her hard a few more times and then finally stopped moving and just held her in place. Usha's face went from panicked to stunned, confirming what I suspected - that Yatin was cumming inside of her. She just sat there shocked and defeated, as her cunt got filled, and looked around at the other wives to make sure they hadn't noticed.
The other wives had indeed not noticed all this and were busy giggling and flirting with the men on whose laps they were sitting. But most of the eliminated men knew what was happening and were staring at Usha and Yatin intently, as was Navin, even as he pretended to struggle with placing the CD in the tray. Finally, I saw Yatin's hands let go of Usha's hips and drop to the side, and he wore a contented expression on his face. He had finished filling my wife's cunt with his seed. I thanked my stars for Usha's decision to go on the pill a few months back.
Finally, Navin put the CD in and started the music. Usha got up, and started walking around the circle with a stunned look on her face, as if in a trance. I looked at her thighs and noticed a glistening, presumably from Yatin's cum oozing down. In a couple of minutes, she seemed to have come to terms with what happened, and started smiling again. The next couple of guys whose lap Usha sat on happened to be husbands of the other wives, which might be why they did not try what Yatin did. Finally the eliminations ended, and the last four guys on whom the wives sat were declared the winners.
The chairs were removed and the four winners took the dance floor with their partners. Usha's partner was Kuljeet, a 6-and-half foot tall and burly guy, probably the biggest guy in the company, and in a similar job as mine. He looks more like a professional wrestler than a financial analyst. He is also very dark skinned, so his pairing with my milky white wife, in addition to the one-foot-plus difference in their heights and at least a 70 kg difference in their weight, offered up quite a contrast. As they danced to a slow song, with his hands wrapped around her, it seemed like a giant embracing a midget.
Pretty soon the four dancing couples moved to one corner of the dance floor. The other three couples were between me and the Kuljeet-Usha couple, so all I could see was Kuljeet's head. I closed my eyes for a while to rest the, hoping that when I opened them, Usha would be in my view again. In a few minutes, there was suddenly a sound of murmurs and whispers and I opened my eyes to see the three couples had stopped dancing and were now gathered around the corner. A few of the other guys walked over there rapidly too. And with my eyes half closed, I slowly craned my neck to see what was happening.
Soon the murmurs turned into some loud talking, and the couples moved away and I could see what was causing all the commotion. I almost dropped my pretense of being asleep and sat up straight as I saw Kuljeet standing there looking down, leaning against the corner, and Usha, on her knees in front of him, with her back towards me. From the way she was moving, and the look on Kuljeet's face, it was obvious that he had his dick inside her mouth. It did not seem like Usha was resisting at all. Finally, I noted happily, she was becoming an enthusiastic participant. He kept fucking her mouth like that, and everyone in the room was staring at them. The wives seemed to be saying something animatedly to their husbands, and the husbands were trying to agree, but also watching the erotic spectacle of my wife giving Kuljeet a blowjob.

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In a couple of minutes, Kuljeet threw his head back and started bucking his hips harder. It was obvious that he was shooting his load in her mouth. It looked like Usha was now trying to pull away. Even when she gave me a blowjob, she very very rarely let me cum in her mouth, saying the taste of it made her gag. She gladly let me spray it on her face or on her tits, but cumming in her mouth was reserved for rare occasions like birthdays and anniversaries. So it was no surprise that Usha tried to pull back. But Kuljeet would have none of it. He grabbed her by the hair and held her head in place as he continued to cum.

Usha kept struggling and Kuljeet kept pumping, as one of the wives yelled,
"Let her go, she might be choking!", to which one of the watching men said,
"Her mouth might be full, but her nose is open.", and there was laughter all around.
I watched, with the biggest hard-on ever, as Kuljeet kept pumping for almost half a minute. I could not even imagine what amount he must have deposited down her throat. After he got done, he held her head like that for about ten more seconds, and finally let go. As he took his dick out of Usha's mouth, I saw it was quite big, but I was more focused on watching my wife. She slumped against the wall, sitting down and threw her head back as if to breath in. She coughed a few times, but I noted - she did not spit anything out. She had swallowed Kuljeet's entire copious load!
A couple of wives bent down, put their hands on her shoulder sympathetically, and started saying something to her. Usha just nodded, said a few words, and then helped by them, got on her feet. She ran the back of her hand over her mouth, and wiped the few streaks of cum around her lips and on her cheek. I watched surprised as she then took out her tongue and licked the back of her hand, as if wanting to get every single sperm of Kuljeet's inside her tummy.
She started walking towards me, stumbling and swaying. But just as she was a few feet away from me, one of the guys ran to her, put his arms around her and whisked her away to the dance floor. There were a few guys standing there waiting for her, and they encircled her and started dancing with her. She started dancing too. Someone handed her a drink and she chugged it down even as she danced.
The "dancing" if just swaying randomly to music can be called that, got wilder by the second. Usha, after being fucked in the cunt and in the mouth, had apparently lost any inhibitions she had. One guy put his hands behind her and up her dress, and she let him. He was very obviously either fondling her naked ass, or fingering her, as she leaned against him and swayed slowly. Another then pulled up the back of her dress, and held it up, exposing her perfect ass to everyone, and there were murmurs of approval. Different guys took turns running their fingers down her ass crack and to her pussy, all of them noting how sopping wet it was.
Then one guy loudly announced that he'd been dying to see her huge tits, and he slipped the straps of her dress down from her shoulders and rolled the front down. A couple of guys in the front started playing with her boobs. Usha's nakedness was being fondled, groped and explored by about half a dozen guys all around her. She seemed to be enjoying it. Yes, she was drunk, but Usha is one of those people who, even when they are fully drunk, will not do something they don't want.
While the guy's were making great headway with Usha, the other three wives were arguing with their husbands. All three either wanted it all stopped or then wanted to leave. And the husbands, clearly enjoying the scene, and hoping to get a feel of Usha too, were trying to stall and argue. One couple, while arguing came and stood behind me.
Wife - This is just too much. I don't want to be here any more. Let's leave at once.
Husband - Come on honey. It's just some fun.
W - Fun? Fun? This is NOT fun. I have no problem with fun within limits. I know being groped and fondled once in a while is just playfulness and no big deal. You saw me. But come on! This? Look at her! She is almost naked!
H - Let's stay for a while more. Maybe they will calm down.
W - And that woman gave Kuljeet a blowjob. And now, see what they are doing? Oh my god! That man has his finger up her..... So disgusting!!! Get me out of here at once!!!!
She stormed out and the husband reluctantly walked behind her. He stopped at the door, and looked back wistfully, taking in Usha's near-nakedness with his eyes. But then his wife yelled once more and he left. The other couples also argued and left.

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As soon as the last couple left, any remaining pretense at being interested in dancing, was discarded at once. Usha was pulled towards a short and wide glass coffee table a short distance in front of me, and laid across it. She made quite a sight, her pretty yellow dress crumpled and bunched around her waist, her huge tits splayed out, and her wet pussy visible to everyone, and she lay there, with glazed eyes. Everyone started taking their pants off, like it was a race. Within no time, a cock was shoved in Usha's mouth and she started sucking on it.

Navin, being the host, was unanimously given the first right to her cunt. Well, technically second, because Yatin had already fucked her during the musical chairs. Navin, got between her legs and thrust his dick into her sopping wet cunt in one motion, as she groaned in pleasure. From my angle, I saw his ass shake back and forth rapidly as he fucked her. Soon, he came. Then another guy replaced him, and then another. Guys were cumming in her mouth too, and she was swallowing it all. I could hear her swallowing very audibly. There were twenty five or so guys and they started crowding around with their dicks rock hard. Someone commented about how her huge tits were begging to be fucked too, and immediately got on top of her on the table, grabbed her tits and started moving his cock between them.
All guys had probably been sporting erections for a couple of hours, so most of them came very quickly the first time round. Some of the first ones to cum, like Navin, Jay, Pankaj, got hard again by the time all the first timers were done. Whenever a guy moved away from her, I could see the cunt literally oozing and overflowing with cum. Jay, who started fucking her in the cunt once more, noted how slippery it had gotten with all the cum and was offering no friction. He then asked her to turn around and get on her knees, which she did. He first took off her dress and threw it in a corner, getting Usha completely naked for the first time that night. He then started fucking her, but there was something different about the way he was moving.
Moments later, Jay announced to everyone that Usha's ass was tight but fuckable, so she must get a lot of anal action. Which was true. I often fucked Usha in her ass. After that, everyone started focusing on her ass instead of her cunt. All this while, she of course had one cock or the other shoved in her mouth. As the night ticked on, another sort of "elimination" started to happen. Some guys, maybe because of their natural ability or because of all the booze, could not get it up a second time. They just stood back, watching the action. A handful of guys however, seemed insatiable and could almost get hard at will. They kept hammering at Usha's holes.
Pankaj amused everyone by fucking her cunt and ass alternately. Five strokes in her cunt, then he'd pull his dick out, shove it in her ass, and five strokes there. That gave Kuljeet an idea. Of DP-ing my wife. He got on his back, made Usha sit on his cock, and then Pankaj started fucking her ass at the same time. Yatin, approached the table and started fucking her in the mouth. Watching my gorgeous wife, who until that night had refused to even entertain the idea of sleeping with one other guy, being fucked in all 3 holes simultaneously ALMOST made me cum.
I had been perpetually hard all night and it was starting to hurt. My balls felt heavy and throbbed. I needed release. I even contemplated dropping my pretense of sleep and joining them. But being their colleague held me back. It was one thing if they were fucking my wife assuming I was asleep. But acknowledging that I knew what was going on and approved of it could create some complications. So I just kept my eyes shut and prayed that I wouldn't shoot my load accidentally and mess up my pants.
After about two hours of fucking, the action seemed to wind down. Many guys started getting dressed and leaving. Finally there was only Navin and four other guys left. They also seemed to be tiring. Finally after Jay came for the fourth time that night, this time in my wife's ass, it seemed like the gangbang was over. The guys walked to a corner and started smoking and talking, leaving her on the table, naked, hair disheveled, covered with cum and oozing with cum, breathless and exhausted.
Usha just lay there, resting for about ten minutes. With a contented look on her face. Her legs were still wide open. I wondered if she was waiting for someone to come back and fuck her again. Finally she got up, and started walking to the bathroom. She announced to the guys that she was showering, and asked Navin for a towel. Navin said there were several in the wall closet in the bathroom.

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About five minutes later, I saw Yatin tiptoeing towards the bathroom door. He pushed it and was delighted to note that it was opened. He entered and I heard Usha's short but high pitched yelp that she utters when surprised. Yatin had probably sneaked in and scared her. Yatin stayed in the bathroom. A while later, Kuljeet also went in there. I was dying to go and see what was happening there, but I had pretended to be passed out for so long, I had to continue.

Five minutes later, Yatin came out, drying himself with a towel. Ten minutes later, Kuljeet came out, also with a towel. Five minutes after that, Usha emerged from the bathroom. She was fully naked from the neck down, and dried. The only piece of clothing on her was a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She looked so different, all clean scrubbed and showered, than she did a while back, all covered in cum. What a stark contrast, if you will pardon the pun.
She walked to the guys (who were now all dressed) like that, naked and with a towel around her hair, and asked them to help her get me to the car. Navin, who had been staring at her hungrily, commented on how her showered look had made him horny again. He pleaded with her to let him fuck her one more time. But she firmly refused, saying she didn't want to get messy again, and if he was so keen, he should have come to the shower like Yatin and Kuljeet did.
He kept pleading and pleading, and finally as a compromise, she agreed to give him a blowjob. She got on her knees right there, unzipped his pants, took out his cock and started sucking at it. I saw that for the first time that night, Usha was using her full effort-filled, special blowjob technique that she used with me. All the other occasions that night had been guys fucking her mouth. This was her taking the lead. One of the other guys watching pulled the towel from her head, and her wet hair spread all over. The novelty of her blowjob technique and the sight of her clean and naked on her knees with wet black hair had an instant effect on Navin, and he came into her mouth within minutes.
Finally Usha announced that she was done, and had to leave right away. She located her dress thrown in a corner, and put it on. Cum stains on it were very visible. She then asked the guys to help her take me to the car. Jay and Yatin picked me up, and walked outside with Usha. Soon I had been deposited in the passenger seat, and Usha, now fully sober, was in the driver's seat. I expected the car to start, but it stayed silent.
I opened my eyes a little and looked at Usha to see that she had rolled down the window and was facing outwards, with her mouth fully open. Next to her, Jay was jacking off. His dick was inches away from her lips. In a couple of minutes he said "Ok, almost there.", and stepped forward. Usha took his dick in her mouth and he deposited his final load of the night in her mouth. She didn't swallow it right away. Kept it in her mouth, swished it around audibly, then raised her face and swallowed with a loud noise, and then a loud sigh. Jay and Yatin cracked up, and she also started laughing. Finally, the two guys said goodbye very reluctantly, and Usha started driving us home.
When we got home, I acted like I was just sober enough to walk on my own to the house, so she would not have to recruit someone else to take me inside. The next day, a Saturday, both of us woke up around noon. Usha was acting very normally. No mention of the previous night. Finally, I broached the subject.
"So what happened at the party last night after I passed out?" I asked.
"Nothing much. Dancing, drinking, the usual stuff." she said "We played a version of musical chairs to decide who danced with whom."
And then she described the musical chairs to me, conveniently leaving out the part about her being fucked by Yatin.
"Was there any raunchy stuff?" I asked.
"Well, to be honest." Usha took a pause and said, "the guys did get a little carried away and felt me up a little more than I would have liked. But overall, they were well-behaved." She got up and started walking towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I need to wash my dress from yesterday." she replied "It's gotten too sweaty with all the dancing."
"Let the maid wash it." I suggested.
"No...it's an expensive dress. The maid will ruin it. I'll wash it myself." she said and disappeared into the bathroom.
 
Once she closed the door, I started laughing.

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