[Zigspr]

Chapter One

It was eight o'clock on the dot and perhaps the thirtieth time I had checked my phone. The apartment was quiet. The television was on, but I had turned the sound off. It flashed images of some sitcom I had seen a hundred times before, but I couldn't tell you what was happening. I sat at the end of the couch with one leg bouncing and my phone resting face-up next to me.

I picked it up: 8:03.
No messages.

I put the phone down.
Thirty seconds later, I picked it up again.

Still nothing.

I laughed quietly at myself. This was ridiculous. I'd spent years imagining tonight. Years.

I'd been the one who brought it up first, back when we were still teenagers. At first, it had been nothing more than a fantasy: a confession whispered in the dark that I would like to see her in a threesome.

Then I'd brought it up again, and again. And over time the jokes became questions, and the idea of a threesome became the idea of just her with other men, without me. And then, the questions started coming from her instead. That was when I'd known I'd won... or thought I'd won.
Her perfume still lingered in the apartment.

I glanced toward the bedroom where I'd watched her get ready earlier. She'd stood in front of the mirror, changing her earrings twice before settling on the little silver ones I'd bought her for one of our anniversaries.

I'd asked whether she was nervous.
She'd smiled at me through the mirror and said, "Yeah. A little."

"That's normal." I'd said, repeating what I had read online. But how the hell should I know? We have both only ever been with each other.

"What if I hate it?" she asked me.

"Then you come home," I said.

"And if I don't hate it?"

"Then you stay," I told her.

I'd meant it. I really had. At least, I thought I had.

I looked at the clock; 8:11.

Shivani had been gone for almost two hours. The date had started at six-thirty. Dinner first, somewhere downtown. Then to a wine bar she'd picked because it was supposed to be quiet enough to talk.

I'd helped her choose it.


I'd helped her choose her photographs for her dating profile too, and I had helped her write a response to the guys she had matched with when she didn't know what to say.



I'd sat beside her in bed while she scrolled through options, teasing her about the particularly terrible ones.
Then she'd shown me him.

Deepak.

Twenty-nine, same as us. Dark hair. Nice smile. Some kind of marketing job. His profile said he liked hiking, live music, and cooking.


We stared at his photographs for a long time. He wasn't particularly intimidating. In fact, he seemed exceedingly normal. Like the kind of guy either of us would get along with if we met him.



She'd asked what I thought, and I'd said he looked good. Then I confessed that I hadn't stopped thinking about her with him while we were inspecting his profile. Back then I hadn't felt jealous.



My phone buzzed, and I nearly dropped it.


"Having a really good time!" She had added a few smiling emojis for emphasis.

I stared at the message... then I smiled. A really good time?


I typed a few different replies before settling on the simplest: "Good," followed by a love heart emoji.
I stared at her name on my phone, wondering what she was doing right now. Was Deepak making her laugh? I wondered if she was still nervous. I wondered if he had noticed the tiny habit she had of tucking her hair behind her ear when she was embarrassed. I'd noticed that when we were nineteen.

I'd known her little habits for almost half of our lives. The expressions she made, the things she hated, the music she listened to when she was sad, the way she took her coffee. I'd known her before either of us really knew ourselves. We'd grown up together, and tonight another man was sitting across from my wife, learning things about her for the first time. For some reason, that thought hurt more than I expected.


I stood up. Heading into the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator, then closed it again. I wasn't hungry. I opened it again and poured myself another drink instead.



When I came back to the couch, my phone was still there.
No new messages. The time read 8:27.

I thought about texting her again, but I didn't. I'd promised her I wouldn't be that husband. That she didn't need to check in constantly, and that I wanted her to forget I was waiting at home and just enjoy herself. It had sounded incredibly sexy when I'd said it. Now it just sounded stupid.


For years, I'd pictured this night. Imagining myself calm and confident. Excited by the anticipation. I pictured her coming home, with that secret little smile, and telling me she liked him while I smiled and told her how happy I was for her. I'd imagined everything except this: sitting alone in a quiet apartment at half past eight with no idea what was happening, wondering for the first time whether I'd spent years asking for something I wasn't actually at all prepared for.


My phone buzzed again, and this time it wasn't a message from Shivani. It was a notification from the dating app. I was logged in on her profile so that I could see what she and her matches talked about. Someone had just liked her profile. I opened the app and stared at her profile. My wife. Smiling, beautiful, and available. For a moment, that familiar rush returned, the same excitement I'd felt every time I'd imagined another man with her. Then I remembered her message: Having a really good time.

Nine o'clock came and went without another message. She'd told me that if the date was a bust, she'd probably wrap things up around nine and come home. I kept glancing at the clock, but it was obvious her date was going well.

She had been upfront with Deepak that this date was a kind of no-expectations vibe check. He knew she was married, and knew this was her first time with another guy other than me, and that she may not want to rush things. She and I had agreed, however, that if the date went well and she felt like it, she could go back to his place if she wanted.

Nine-oh-seven. Nine-twelve. I picked up my phone, put it down, then picked it up again. At 9:17, it finally buzzed again. My heart jumped as I grabbed it. 

"He asked me back to his place. I said yes. Love you."


I read it again, and again.

'I said yes."



The words hung there on the screen, impossibly simple.



And punctuated, almost casually:

Love you.

I stared at those two words for a long time, feeling something inside me sink. I'd wanted this, spent years asking for this. In fact, even now I still wanted it. So why did seeing her say yes feel like the worst thing that had ever happened to me?
I locked my phone and sat alone in the quiet apartment, waiting for my wife to come home.

[Zigspr]

Chapter Two

I had turned off the television entirely, leaving the room lit by the lamp beside the couch and the faint glow of the kitchen light I'd forgotten to switch off.

I checked my phone.

9:42. No messages.

My thumb hovered over her name before I opened our messages. Her last text was still there.

He asked me back to his place. I said yes. Love you.

I locked the phone, put it down, and then picked it up and unlocked it again. I didn't know what I was expecting, so I opened my photos instead.

The first picture I saw was one I'd taken of Shivani earlier that evening. She'd been standing in front of the bedroom mirror, smiling at me while I told her to hold still.

She was wearing the dress we'd eventually settled on: Black and fitted at the waist, falling midway down her thighs. It hugged her figure well. Her dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and the silver earrings I'd bought her years ago glinted in the light.

Her lips were painted in a soft red.

"You really are going all out," I had joked.

"Is it too much?" she asked, concerned.

"No. You're perfect." I had told her.

She really did look beautiful. Not dressed up like she might for a wedding or other function, but just looked deliberately beautiful.

Except it wasn't for me. She'd been getting ready for Deepak.

I zoomed in on the picture without thinking. Her smile, the lipstick. I remembered trying to kiss her before she had left, and she had joked and chided me not to ruin her makeup, and offered me her cheek to kiss instead.

For a second, I wondered whether Deepak had noticed the lipstick too. Did he appreciate it as well?
Then I wondered where those lips were now.

I put my phone down, stood up, and walked to the kitchen. Only to turn and come back to my phone with nothing gained from my efforts.

At 10:03, I finally opened our messages and typed, How is it?

I stared at the words for a few seconds before sending them. Shivani replied just a couple of minutes later.

Good.

Just that. I smiled despite myself, then typed, Have you done it yet?

Not yet.

I read the words twice, and despite everything, I felt a small wave of relief mixed with extreme longing. Not yet. Whatever I'd spent the last hour imagining, it hadn't happened. At least not yet, but that meant it was going to. And soon.

I put my phone down and tried to settle myself, reminding myself that I'd asked for this. I'd spent years talking about it, encouraged her to explore it, and told her repeatedly that she didn't need to worry about how I might feel. But the reassurance didn't last. I kept wondering what she was doing, whether Deepak was making her laugh, whether she was still nervous. Whether this would all be worth it.

By 11:30, I'd checked the time so many times that I was starting to lose track. I finally texted again.

How are you? Everything okay?

Her reply came almost immediately, but this time something about it made my stomach tighten.

Im good!! sry just busyeverythingsok tho dont worry x

There were typos everywhere... missing apostrophes, words running together, barely any punctuation. Shivqni normally corrected everything without thinking, but this looked as though she'd typed it in a hurry, without even bothering to look at the screen before sending it. I stared at the message for a long moment. She said she was okay. She said not to worry.

I put the phone down and leaned back against the couch, breathing deeply to steady my nerves.

The apartment was completely silent now. At 11:47, I found myself looking at the photograph I'd taken of Shivani again. At that bright little smile she'd given me as I'd stood there taking the picture. I'd known that woman since we were sixteen. She was my wife. And somewhere across the city, she was having an experience neither of us could take back.

Midnight came and went, and I couldn't stand the uncertainty anymore. I opened our messages and typed, Please let me know when you'll be home. I sent it and watched the screen, waiting for the typing indicator that never came. Thirty seconds passed, then a minute, then two. I was just about to put the phone down when it started ringing.

Shivani

My heart jumped. I answered immediately.

"Hey."

There was a brief pause before her voice came through. "Hi, baby."

She sounded tired, but I could tell she was smiling.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah," she said. "I'm on my way home."

I closed my eyes and let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "Okay."

"I'll be there soon."

"Okay."

For a moment neither of us said anything. Then she spoke softly.

"I love you."

I swallowed. "I love you too."

The call ended, leaving me alone with the dark screen of my phone. She was coming home. Somehow, that was exactly what I'd wanted all night, yet exactly what I'd been afraid of.

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Chapter Three

I heard the key turn in the lock just before one a.m.

I'd spent the last half hour pretending I wasn't waiting for it. I had tried sitting on the couch, then standing in the kitchen, then sitting again. I'd even turned the television back on, though I couldn't have told you what was playing. Every few minutes I'd find myself thumbing my phone open again, wondering how long it would take her to get home.

The door opened, and Shivani stepped inside, quietly closing it behind her. For a second, neither of us said anything.

She looked almost exactly as she had when she'd left, except for the little details. Her hair was a little messier; loose strands hung around her face, no longer sitting as neatly as they had when she'd stood in front of the bedroom mirror earlier, and her lips had returned to their normal shade.

She caught me staring.

"Hey."

I stood up. "Hey."

She smiled the same smile I knew she'd given when she was on the phone, and something inside my chest loosened at the sight of it. She looked happy. Tired, but happy.

"How was the taxi?" I asked

"Fine," she responded.

She slipped off her heels and left them beside the door.

"Sorry I was gone so long."

"It's okay."

She looked at me for another moment.

"You weren't worried, were you?" she asked.

I almost laughed. I had spent nearly six hours practically vibrating with anxiety, but I couldn't exactly admit that after everything I'd said to her.

"No. Not really." I responded

She gave me a look that said she didn't believe me.

"Really?" she asked

"I mean... I knew you were safe." That was true, at least.

She walked over and wrapped her arms around me.

I hugged her back automatically, burying my face in her hair. I had half expected her to smell abhorrent. Like sex and sin... Like another man. Yet, she didn't. Not really.

She smelled like her perfume, the same familiar scent she'd worn when she left, only softer after hours of wear. Beneath it was simply Lily. The warm, familiar smell of her hair and skin, slightly dulled by the long night. There was nothing abhorrent about it. Nothing that screamed that she'd been somewhere else with someone else.

Just her.

And yet, beneath the perfume, I caught something unfamiliar. Something I couldn't quite place. Maybe it was the restaurant, or the wine bar, or the smell of someone else's cologne lingering faintly in the fabric of her dress. Maybe I was imagining it entirely.

I held her a little tighter anyway, as though I could somehow reassure myself that she was still mine by the simple act of holding her.

The irony wasn't lost on me.

I'd spent years dreaming about her coming home smelling like another man.

"So," she said with an awkward smile. "You want to know about it?"

I'd spent hours imagining this moment and had thought I'd have a thousand questions ready. Instead, my mind went completely blank. I nodded and followed her into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of water and drained almost all of it in one go. I watched her from across the counter, trying to read her expression.

"So?" I finally asked.

"It was good."

"Good?"

"Really good, actually."

Something tightened in my stomach. I reached for my own glass. "What did you guys do?"

"Dinner. Then we went for drinks."

"And?"

She laughed softly. "And talked."

"About what?"

"Everything, pretty much." She leaned against the counter and smiled. "He's really easy to talk to. He made me laugh a lot."

"That's good," I said, forcing another smile.

She studied me for a moment. "You really mean that?"

"Yeah."

And I did. That was the horrible part. I wanted her to enjoy herself. I wanted her to meet someone she liked. I'd endlessly imagined exactly this conversation, imagining her coming home and telling me she'd had a wonderful time. I hadn't understood how different it would feel when she was standing in front of me, smiling as she told me about another man she'd spent the evening getting to know. It was no longer just a fantasy.

"Did you kiss him?" The question slipped out before I could stop myself.

Shivani hesitated for just a moment before nodding. "Yeah."

Something in my stomach dropped.

"At the bar?"

"Just a little. It was when he asked if I wanted to go back to his place. I said yes, and... we kissed."

I stared at her.

I'd imagined it so many times that, in my head, it had become almost abstract. Just a fantasy I could enjoy because I could always control what happened next. But hearing Shivani casually tell me that she'd actually kissed Deepak made it horribly real.

"Did you like it?"

The question came out quieter than I'd intended.

She looked at me for a moment before answering.

"Yeah."

There was no hesitation this time.

I nodded slowly, looking down at the counter. I could still remember the message she'd sent me hours earlier: He asked me back to his place. I said yes. Love you. At the time, I'd been consumed by what those words might mean. Now I knew.

"Okay," I said.

Shivani reached across the counter and took my hand. "Are you okay?"

I looked down at our fingers intertwined. Forever, I'd wanted her to discover that she could desire someone else. I'd wanted her to come home and tell me she'd enjoyed herself. But sitting there with her hand in mine, I realized something I hadn't considered before: the fantasy had always been about us. This was about her. And I wasn't sure where that left me.

"I'm okay."

She squeezed my hand. "I really do love you."

"I know."

She leaned across the counter and kissed me.

It was familiar. Safe. Ours.The same kind of kiss we'd shared thousands of times since we were teenagers.

But as I kissed my wife, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that only a few hours earlier, she'd kissed another man.

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Chapter four:

Where I had thought she looked no different when she first arrived home, under the bright kitchen light, there were other tells. Her slightly swollen lips, a faint flush still high on her cheeks. The way her dress looked like it had been put back on in a hurry.

She took another sip of water, then set the glass down carefully.

"Come to the bedroom," I said.

Shivani searched my face for a second, then nodded. I took her hand and led her out of the kitchen to our room. To the bed we had shared for years. She followed me without speaking.


Inside, I closed the door. She stood near the foot of the bed with her arms loosely crossed. I sat on the edge of the mattress and looked up at her.

"Tell me everything," I said, "From the beginning. No skipping."

She swallowed, then sat next to me, close enough that our thighs touched. For a moment she just stared at her hands in her lap.

"After the kiss at the bar, we left pretty quick. He drove. I sat in the passenger seat and kept thinking about the text I just sent you. Half expecting you to call the whole thing. But I didn't want you to... Even though I almost told him to turn around and take me home twice." She gave a small, crooked smile. "But I didn't."

Her voice stayed soft. "His place was nice. Very clean. Modern. Big windows. We didn't even turn most of the lights on. Just the ones in the living room. He poured some wine. We sat on the lounge. Close together. He kissed me again, and it was longer this time. Long and deep. His hand was on my thigh, under the hem of my dress. I let him. When his fingers brushed higher, I opened my legs a little."

Shivani’s cheeks had gone pink.

"That's when I texted you that I was okay. And that we hadn't had sex yet. He laughed when he saw me type. Asked if I was telling my husband. I said yes, and he didn't seem bothered. Just kept stroking me through my underwear until they were soaked."





"That's when I texted you that I was okay. And that we hadn't had sex yet. He laughed when he saw me type. Asked if I was telling my husband. I said yes, and he didn't seem bothered. Just kept stroking me through my underwear until they were soaked."

She shifted on the bed, pressing her thighs together for a second.

"Then he asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom. I said yes. He stood up and held out his hand. I remember thinking how strange it felt. Being led down a hallway I'd never seen before, with a man who wasn't you, and knowing exactly what was about to happen. My heart was racing. Part of me still couldn't believe I was actually doing it."




"He reassured me first. Kept asking if I was okay, and I told him I was." Shivani paused, looking down at her hands before continuing. "I was nervous. More nervous than I expected. But I told him I was ready."

She took a breath. "He kissed me again, slowly, until I started to relax. Then he helped me out of my dress. I remember feeling strangely aware of every part of my body. He kissed my neck while he unhooked my bra. I felt incredibly exposed. It was the first time anyone had seen me like that since you."






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I swallowed.

"He didn't rush me," she continued. "He just looked at me for a moment like he was trying to memorize me, and I could see how badly he wanted me."

She smiled faintly.

"Then he kissed me again, and I stopped thinking so much. He kept his hands on me as he guided me backward, slowly, until the backs of my legs touched the bed. I lost my balance and fell back onto it, and he laughed softly before leaning over me, and that's when he slipped my panties off."

Her voice dropped lower. "He was already so hard when he took his clothes off. He was so big, baby, so long and thick. I must have pulled a funny face when I saw it because he noticed. He told me not to worry and that he would start gently."




I unzipped the side of her dress and slipped it from her shoulders. Shivani lifted her hips so I could pull it down over them and off. She removed her bra, and I slipped her panties off. She lay back on our bed, naked, thighs slightly parted. The soft light from the hallway caught the faint sheen still between them.

I settled between her legs, on my knees.

Now, she smelled like sex. Another man's cologne mixed with her perfume and the unmistakable scent of thick, salty cum that hadn't been washed away. I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs, causing her to shudder. There were faint red marks where Deepak’s fingers had gripped her, and higher, the skin was still sticky in places.

Shivani watched me with shallow breath.

"He slipped between my legs, and just... looked for a second. Then he started fingering me. One finger at first, then a second. Slowly, but he was going deeper and deeper. He found that spot and kept rubbing it while he watched my face. I came the first time like that. Just from his hand. It surprised me how fast it happened. I was already so worked up from the kissing and the anticipation."

Her voice tightened as I brushed my thumb over her outer lips. She was still swollen, still open.



"Then, he ate me out. He licked me slow, then faster. Sucking and fingering me. I came again with his face buried between my legs. My thighs were shaking. I remember gripping his hair while it happened."

I lowered my head and dragged my tongue along the length of her used pussy.

She gasped.





The taste hit me immediately. Her usual sweetness undercut by a thick, bitter residue. I licked deeper, spreading her open with my thumbs, tasting every bit of her. Shivani’s hips twitched. Her hands found my hair the same way they must have found his.

"Fuck," she whispered. "That's...that's what it felt like. Only he was rougher. He kept going, even after I came a second time."

I pushed two fingers inside of her, exploring my wife's used cunt. She was still loose, still slick, still full of him. I curled them against her G-spot, the same way that he must have, and sucked her clit the way she described. Shivani’s back arched. A broken little moan slipped out of her.

When the tremors eased, I lifted my head. Her chest was rising and falling fast. A thin string of spit and come connected my lower lip to her cunt for a second before it broke. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then crawled up her body until I was braced over her. My cock was aching, hard against her sticky thigh.

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Shivani’s hands came up to my chest, stopping me before I could push in.

Her voice was still rough from the orgasm. "After he made me come a couple of times, he stood up by the side of the bed."

I stayed braced above her, waiting.



"He held it out toward me and just... looked at me. I knew what he wanted. I'd never done that with anyone but you. My heart was pounding. Part of me still couldn't believe I was about to put another man's cock in my mouth."

Her eyes stayed on mine.

"I sat up, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and took it in my hand. It felt so different to you... hotter, heavier, the skin was smoother. I stroked it a couple of times, just getting used to the size, then leaned in and licked the head. He made this low groan. I opened wider and took him in. Slow at first. Just the head, then more. My jaw stretched."

Shivani’s breath hitched at the memory.

"I started sucking. Bobbing my head. Using my hand on what I couldn't fit. He put his fingers in my hair. He didn't push me down or anything, just held me and watched me. I looked up at him while I did it. That felt the most wrong. Having cock sliding over my tongue, stretching my jaw, while he stared down at me like that."

She paused, cheeks flushing deeper.

"After a minute, he tightened his grip in my hair and started moving his hips. Not hard, but, steady thrusts, fucking my mouth a little. Taking control. I stayed still and let him. My eyes watered. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my chest. He kept going until I was making these choking sounds around him, until my lips felt swollen. Then he pulled out, tipped my chin up with his thumb, and told me to lie back."




Her voice dropped.

I stared down at my wife, still flushed, still sticky, still full of another man's cum, and the image of her on the edge of a stranger's bed with his cock stretching her lips and sliding into her throat burned behind my eyes.

I reached down, lined myself up, and pushed into the wet heat of my wife's used cunt. My cock entered her in one long, slow thrust.

She moaned, low, as I entered her easily. "He climbed over me, settled between my legs, and pushed into me. Just the head at first. He was gentle, like he said. But god baby, it stretched me so good. I made this stupid little noise when he entered me. He was slow. Let me adjust. Then he started moving. Deep and steady. I came pretty fast again. Just from the fullness and the fact that it was happening at all. He kept going, didn't stop. I'm not sure if he even noticed. He put one hand under my hip and tilted me up so he could get deeper. The other was in my hair."





I was fucking her steadily now, and she had to pause her recounting as she shuddered around my cock, coming again at the memory.

"After a while, I'd came a few times, then he flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and fucked me from behind. Harder this time. I held onto the sheets. I could hear the headboard hitting the wall. I came again like that, face down and moaning. I was completely gone. He came not long after, gripping my hips so hard. He came so deep. God, he filled me, baby."

I was fucking her desperately now, readying myself to fill her with my own seed.





Shivani was moaning now; it was getting harder for her to talk. "But that's not all, baby, we cuddled for a bit until he got hard again and asked if I wanted more. I said yes. That time, I was on top. Riding him. Watching his face while I moved. He kept his hands on my waist and just let me take what I needed. I came again, grinding down on him, and he finished inside of me again."

She looked at me with dark, glassy eyes as this new piece of information pushed me over the edge, and my cock spasmed and unloaded deep inside of her used pussy.

I rolled off of her, breathing heavily.

Shivani’s voice had gone to a whisper, "That's what happened. Then we talked for a bit, I got dressed, and he called me a taxi."

We lay side by side in the dark. The only sound was our slowing breaths and the faint tick of the ceiling fan. My cum mixed with his inside of her, warm and thick, already starting to leak out onto the sheets between her thighs. The room smelled like sex; hers, mine, and the ghost of someone else that clung to her skin.

I stared at the ceiling for a long time before I spoke.

"Do you want to do it again?" I asked.

Shivani was quiet for a moment. Then she shifted closer, resting her cheek against my shoulder.

"I don't know," she said honestly. "Part of me wants to. It felt... different. Exciting. But the whole time I kept thinking about you. About coming home and telling you." Her fingers traced light circles on my chest. "I love you. That hasn't changed. I just... I liked being wanted by someone new. I liked how it made me feel."

I turned my head and pressed a kiss into her hair. She still smelled like her perfume, like the long night, like him underneath it all. I didn't mind anymore. Or maybe I did, and the minding was part of what made my pulse still race.

I know," I said. "I wanted this too. I just didn't know it would feel this... I don't know." I struggled to articulate my thoughts.

She lifted her face and kissed me slowly and softly.

"I'm glad it's you I get to come home to," she whispered.

I pulled her tighter against me, one hand sliding down to rest on the curve of her ass, where I knew the faint marks his fingers had left. Outside the window, the sky was dark. Somewhere in the city, Deepak was probably asleep in the bed she'd left only a few hours ago. Here, in ours, my wife was warm and sticky and mine again.

I closed my eyes.

We didn't talk anymore about whether she would see him again. Not yet. The night had been enough. The truth of it sat between us like a third body in the bed, heavy and undeniable, and somehow we both slept anyway. Tangled together in ruined sheets, the first pale light of morning creeping across the floor.



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[Zigspr]

Good one! I read a similar story on Xossip. can’t remember the name, where the husband would set up a date for his wife with another guy every birthday.

Thanks that you enjoyed the story.

[Zigspr]

Ended soon ,But hot theme.
Thank you

mast thi next part

Thanks for reply.

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Story 2 Making Indian wife mine



I'd been with the company for seven years, starting in their billing department and rising through the ranks to my current role as the Director of Commerce. Not bad for a high-college drop out from the wrong side of the tracks, right? In the early days I had to keep checking myself, feeling like I'd lucked out and landed a job that I wasn't qualified for. Each day felt like a tightrope walk, was I here because they needed more 'diversity hires' or was I here because my boss had seen something in me and was willing to take a chance.

It turned out I was actually pretty good at my job and working in an office meant that there were always females around to admire. I've got a great-uncle that warned me about 'pissing where I eat' and it made sense. Why would I possibly fuck up a job that was probably the best I'd ever have for some pussy? Pussy was everywhere, I didn't need to hunt for it at work.

By the time I had become a Director, the company had grown considerably, there were multiple projects happening all focused on more growth. It was like the company had become this ravenous beast, I worried that it would eventually implode. With all of these projects happening, we brought in a number of contract workers. Among those were a small group of software developers that were tasked with some kind of application upgrade. Among that group was an Indian woman named Anushka, she was a pretty twenty-something that seemed quite introverted. She was here on some kind of work visa, apparently her and her husband had both come to the States for work.

My work had nothing to do with the work the developers were involved with and so I paid it no attention beyond noticing the additional people in the office. We have these get-togethers on the last Friday of each month. It's totally voluntary and happens after work, still we average about 15 people for these gatherings. They happen at a few differing locations but always places that are quiet enough to talk and enjoy good food and drink. This month the get-together was at a place called Livingstone's, I loved the place, it was decorated how I suppose fancy restaurants were decorated back in the 1930's or 1940's. As my co-workers began arriving were were in our typical 'TGIF' mood, and happy that the weekend was upon us. I was surprised when Anushka showed up, and it looked like she had brought her husband along as well.

We had a big table and then a smaller table set off to the side to accommodate the 12 of us that were already gathered. At some point, Anushka had began introducing her husband to her co-workers and eventually she brought him around to where I was chatting with one of the men that worked in my old department.

'Cal, this is my husband, Prakash." She said, while looking from me to her husband.

I've heard both arguments about first impressions, but Prakash immediately struck me as an asshole of epic proportions.

He smirked at me and extended his hand, and I was happy to give him a vise-like grip that wiped that smug look off of his face. They moved on and as Anushka introduced her dickhead husband to the rest of the workers, I noticed he seemed happy, smiling, and engaging.

It seemed easy to assume he wasn't much of a fan of Black folks. So I decided that I'd confirm my suspicion. After it seemed like everyone who was going to show up was already there, we decided to settle in and order dinner. I waited until I saw Anushka sit down, and then I slipped into the seat directly across from her. Once again, her husband gave me a look. I felt reasonably confident by this point that he was just a racist who must have forgotten that most of his family bathed in the same river the people in it were pissing and shitting in. As the meal progressed, it became even more obvious, I had been discussing the recently improved weather, and involved Anushka and her husband, going so far as to ask him questions about the weather back in India. His answers, when they were more than single words, were curt. Several other co-workers noticed his behavior as well. By the time the night was over, I'd managed to expose Prakash.

The following Monday, work was uneventful until someone came by my office and asked if Friday night had been as awkward as he thought it had been.

"Anushka's husband?" I asked.

He nodded, and then said that he'd heard there was still a lot of prejudice over there, at least that was what he heard. I've got no idea if that's true or not, but it did feel like Prakash had a problem with me.

We finished up chatting and he went back to his desk, just before lunch another worker stopped by and a similar conversation transpired.

During lunch, I wondered about Anushka. Did she feel the same way as her husband? It didn't seem likely, but I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Three weeks later, our CTO had invited me to a meeting where he outlined how our current growth initiatives impacted our existing commerce offerings. It turned out that much of our existing software applications would be getting additional capabilities and that the work would begin the following week.

The developers were gathered in one of our conference rooms when I walked in and everything was discussed. At the end of the meeting, Anushka followed me back to my office, and asked if she could have a quick word.

I welcomed her into my office and closed the door.

"I want to apologize for my husband's behavior, I've never been so embarrassed. I've had people at work approach me and ask me what was going on. Is there anything you can do about this?" She asked, hopefully.

"I'll be blunt Anushka, he didn't leave a good impression on me." I answered directly.

"His parents, they raised him with some prejudices. It won't fix anything, but I can tell you it's much worse in my country."

"You're right, it doesn't fix anything. A word of advice though, your husband is going to upset someone that's not as tolerant as I am. You may want to get in front of that."

We finished chatting and she was off. As I sat there, I wondered how difficult it would be to seduce her.

She wasn't actually an employee, she was a contractor that would finish whatever work they had for her here, and then she would be off to the next company and repeat the process. So I reasoned that this wasn't exactly the same as fucking the receptionist.

I'd never been with an Indian woman, and while that had never been a bucket list item of mine, I did enjoy imagining the thought of me thrusting into Anuska, filling her with cum, and sending her home to her asshole racist husband.

I made a mental list of reasons why I should do it, and then a list of reasons why I shouldn't. The 'shouldn't' list was longer, by a lot.

I decided to do it anyway.

~

The following day, I invited Anushka to lunch. I figured that if she said no, then there wouldn't be any simple way of fucking her, but if she said yes, that at least offered the possibility.

"I want to apologize Anushka, what I said yesterday was out of line. It's not my place to give you advice about your husband. I'm sure there's plenty that I don't understand about him, and I can either operate on a level that imagines the worst about people or I can be a better person and just give everyone the benefit of the doubt."

She smiled weakly and then explained that it's very different in India, there are complex beliefs that wouldn't make anysense to people that don't live there. I wondered why that should affect me as I don't live there.

I changed the subject, and went into 'outside of work' mode, being entertaining, cracking a few jokes, and just as we were finishing our meal, I realized that Anushka was really quite a sweet and intelligent woman. I tapped my hand lightly on hers as it lay on the table, and said "Well, once again I apologize and I'll be sure not to make the same mistake again."

She didn't recoil at my touch, and that was a good sign.

The software development work continued and as it pertained to my side of the house, I was involved in regular meetings that demonstrated new features, asked for feedback and gave overall progress reports as they were laid out in what they called 'sprints'. In each of these meetings, I made a point to interact with Anushka several times and managed to do it in a way that didn't raise any eyebrows.

Our next 'Last Friday' gathering was being planned. This month we'd all be meeting at a seafood restaurant that included a section of outdoor seating that offered incredible views of the bay. I was surprised to see Anushka show up, and more surprised that her husband was not with her. I made my usual rounds of chatting with all that had gathered, including Anushka, who seemed to be smiling a good bit. That was another good sign. I decided to test a theory, and I made my way to one of the three tables we had reserved and sat down. There were two other workers engaged in conversion at the end of the table and no one else. About a minute later, Anushka sat down across from me.

Another excellent signal.

I entertained her, asked about her life, listened intently for as long as she wanted to talk, and then asked about the things she had described. What life was like back in India, apparently, it's not uncommon for people to have live-in maids, and drivers. That must be nice. We had a delicious meal as the sun set, and as we finished our meal, and chatted for a short time there were just four people remaining, with myself and Anushka being two of them. As we left the restaurant I walked Anushka to her car, she pulled her keys from her purse, and I took them from her, unlocking her car door and then opening it for her. The smile on her face was beaming and it took plenty of control to not lean down and kiss her. I'm not sure she would have expected it or how she would have responded, but I knew that eventually I'd have all of her.

~

Work continued and the developers were making good progress. The meetings continued and Anushka had begun sitting next to me in the conference room. As new functionality was demonstrated via the ceiling-mounted projector, the lights would be turned off, and during one of these times, I opened my leg enough to touch Anushka's. I felt her almost jump at the contact, but then happily she put her leg back where it had been, resting comfortably against mine. I knew I'd have her. Of any previous signal, this one had been the strongest. My hand slipped down to her thigh, and rested on it, once again causing a jump from her, and then she seemed to relax.

My dick had never been harder, or more desperate to to feel her from the inside.

When the lights came back on, I left my leg against hers, but brought my hand back to the table. When the meeting ended and people were lazily milling about and chatting idly, I looked at Anushka, and she met my gaze confidently.

After that, these meetings blurred together, but always with Anushka sitting next to me, with our legs resting against the other, sometimes with my hand on her thigh as the demos were projected, and sometimes, her hand made it's way to my thigh. The third time it happened, I snuck my hand under the table, and guided her hand to my crotch, where nearly eight inches of thick love waited for her touch. She seemed conflicted, or scared, maybe something else but her hand simply rested there, as my dick pulsed hungrily trapped under my boxers and slacks.

I had been moving slowly, but it was clear that we had moved past harmless flirting. But as tricky a path as we were walking, I knew that this kind of behavior in the office was all bad.

Our next 'Last Friday' was approaching and as was always the case, people made suggestions on where to meet. This time we'd all be gathering at a local favorite Italian place. I know I'm missing out, but for me, Italian food is spaghetti and every single time thats what I woruld order.

I decided to see if I could push things further.

The day before the gathering, I managed to catch Anushka in the break room alone. I stood next to her at the coffee machine and quietly told her that I wouldn't be going to Last Friday. That instead I'd be reserving a room at the downtown Hyatt and invited her to join me there. She looked at me with what I imagined was fear, or worry.

"So we can discuss... work?" She asked, almost a whisper.

I shook my head.

"I'm married... You know that." She was actually whispering now.

"I know, and you'll still be married after. Stop by my office tomorrow afternoon, I'll have the room number where you'll be able to find me." I said, and topped off my cup, before turning and leaving her there.

~

The next day, after confirming my room number, I emailed Anushka the shortest email I'd ever sent.

'#1103'

I imagined I had about a 75% chance that she'd show up. We typically left for Last Friday directly from work, so I figured that by 6:00pm she'd either be in my room, or looking at a menu.

She knocked on the door just before that time, and when I opened it, she looked scared to death.

"Come in, let's talk." I offered.

She walked in, and turned before getting anywhere near the bed.

"Relax Anushka, I won't bite." I said as my arm wrapped around her waist and I walked her deeper into the room. We sat at what was a bit larger than a loveseat, and I spoke first.

"I've been curious about you from the first day I saw you. There's something about you, maybe it's that you're from so far away and were brought up in a completely different culture, but whatever it is, I've wanted to taste you for months now." I finished, and moved in close, when she didn't back away, my lips pressed against hers and I could feel her body shudder. I suppose mine did too a bit. The kiss slowly progressed, eventually becoming intimate, with tongues rubbing together.

"This is so wrong." She said breathlessly.

"I won't argue that Anushka, but I can tell you this. I know I can give you pleasure, and I'd like to do that. I know I can make your body love what I'll do to it, and I think about you all of the time. I've wanted to be alone with you for weeks now. I don't want to hurt your marriage, what happens between us, is just between us. You have my word as a man, I'll be very discrete, and I hope you will be as well."

"Can we kiss again?" She asked, her voice seemed shaky and it's terrible to say, but that only fed my lust for her.

Our kisses led to touching, and that led to our clothes tossed off to the side.

Her pussy was covered in hair, I'd wondered about that. My preference is a nicely shaved mound, I like that a woman is perfectly content to leave her pussy fully exposed, and not partially hidden. It's a turn on of mine.

But on Anushka, her hairy pussy just semeed to work. I laid her on the bed, and began just above her knees, kissing as I moved upward, toward the pussy that I fully intended to spoil with my dick. The first lick along her thick pussy lips caused her to jump in the same way she had when I rested my leg against hers at work, and a bit later when she cried out as she came, I knew that she wasn't going anywhere, I knew I had her and I don't mean that in a negative way, I wanted her to experience all that I wanted to give her. I wanted her to be left with a memory of our night together that would always bring a smile to her face.

Her nipples were smallish, and very dark, but they had hardedned up like slightly oversized pencil erasers. I sucked each into my mouth as my fingers played lazy games along her clit and the cute, sexy noises that she'd sometimes make fueled me on. At some point, she pushed my head away, and asked "Can we have intercourse now?"

"We can Beautiful, but we don't say 'intercourse' here. I can either make love to you, or I can fuck you."

"Can I have both?" She asked with a little laugh.

"You can have anything your want when you're with me Anushka."

I wanted her mouth on my dick, but was clueless if that was off-limits or whatever, so I took her hand and guided it to my dick, and helped her begin stroking it.

She watched as she continued stroking after I took my hand off of hers and when I was at full attention, she looked at me and swallowed. Once again, it was almost like fuel for me. Her look and the nervous swallow had me thinking that she wasn't used to a dick this size. I sincerely hoped she wasn't used to a dick this size, but I'd be happy to get her used to it.

I turned, and found my slacks, pulling a sealed condom from a pocket and rolling it onto my dick, then I spit on it, and climbed onto the bed, moving between Anushka's thighs, and rubbing it along her slit and clit, she began slowly grinding against my dick, all the while with her eyes transfixed on what was about to happen to her body.

"Ask for it." I said.

Her eyes lifted from her pussy to my eyes and she whicpered "Make love to me."

[Zigspr]

I rested me dick right at the entrance to her pussy and began pushing forward, the heat generated by her body wasnt a small thing, it felt like she had a boiler running inside and her pussy had sprung a leak. I imagined a tiny, tight little pussy that her husband's imagined small penis hadn't ever given her the kind of sex she deserved. But the fact is, I was balls deep in Aushka pretty quickly and the noises she made as I sank deeper and deeper into her are forever etched in my memory.

As requested, I made love to her, sometimes kissing her, as I gently fondled her tits, sometimes sucking her tits, and always moving my dick in, and out of her hot, hairy pussy. Once, as we were kissing and I was playing with her nipples, she meade a kind of mewling sound in my mouth, and then her legs wrapped around me, and she began shaking everywhere. That had been her second orgasm, I wanted her to have many more. I stayed buried in her, waiting for her legs to relax, signalling that it was okay to resume, but she kept me pulled deeply inside of her, her mouth had become more aggressive, and she was kissing me back more actively than I had been kissing her.

Time to switch from making love, to fucking.

"You like this dick?" I asked into her mouth.

"Yesss." She answered.

"Tell me Anushka, it excites me to hear that."

"Mr Williams, I loooove your big dick."

'Mr Williams' huh? Well, I could work with that.

I scooped up her legs, putting the back of her calves up onto my shoulders and I leaned forward, pulling her ass up from the mattress and giving me full access to fuck her more deeply. I began by withdrawing till only the head of my dick remained in her married pussy and then I violently thrust forward, again, causing cute, sexy noises to come from her, I continued long-dicking her for a time, until I pulled out, which made a nice sucking noise. I laid on my back and and told her to climb on top of me. She held my dick and slipped it back into her pussy, further arousing me.

"I like that Anushka, when you pull me inside of you, I know that you want this." I told her.





She just smiled at me as I gripped her ass-cheeks, spread them apart and began thrusting up into her body with increasing speed and force. I watched her face as her eyes shut, and her mouth opened. She began panting, and making soft crying sounds as I fucked her like a machine that had broken and only new full speed. I don't even think she noticed the drool that was running out of her mouth and landing on my chest below her.

I could get real used to doing this with her.

Anushka came again like that, positioned on top of me as I thrust into her, in my imagination, I felt confident that her racist husband never gave her three orgasms in a night. But I wasn't done with giving her orgasms.

"God, you're beautiful woman, I could do this every night with you. There's something about how you feel, you're spoiling me."

The words had an immediate effect. Anushka opened her eyes, licked the drool from the corner of her mouth and she smiled, nodding and added "I'd like to do this with you every night Mr Williams."

[Zigspr]

To be clear, nobody in the office called me Mr. Williams, but there was something sexy about her calling me that.

"I can feel every bit of your pussy, it's perfect for me." I wasn't lying.

She leaned forward, lifting her ass and my dick slipped out of her, making much less noise now, her hand was back on my dick, and then I felt the condom pulling off.

"Now... you'll feel every bit of me." She said, and held my dick, pulling it back to her pussy where she happily settled down on it.

"Don't shoot inside of me." She said as she put her hands on my chest, and began fucking me.

"I've dreamt of doing this with you, all of those dreams don't compare to how you actually feel. I'm not sure I can wait till next Last Friday to do this with you again." I said, then pulled her down and we kissed again.

My hand wrapped around her waist and we began fucking each other. Like this, it was difficult not to just empty my nuts into her furnace. But all I had to do was think of her asshole husband, and it was like the stars granted me limitless stamina.

We switched back to missionary, and she began softly asking "Fuck me... fuck me.."

There were plenty of things racing through my head, I wondered if she normally spoke while having sex, I wondered if she was holding back with me, or if this was as wild as she ever got, none of it really mattered because what she was giving was plenty for me.

"Fuck me till you know you're about to shoot, then shoot on me." She asked.

I was happy to comply.

A bit later, I felt the familiar tingling from that mysterious place behind my balls, and I let her know that I was going to cum.

"Shoot it on me." she repeated.

I pulled out, sadly, and jerking a few times, sending multiple jets of cum into her pubic hair and some setting into her belly-button.

We stayed like that for a while, looking at each other.

~

"Promise me you won't feel anything but good about what we just did Anushka, I'd hate for you to regret this, and I meant what I said, it's going to be impossible to wait till next Last Friday to do this with you again."

I suppose I was making some assumptions, but I needed to let her know that I wanted ot continue seeing her.

"You want us to keep doing this? Even after, are you sure?"

"I'm very sure, only a dead man wouldn't want to keep doing this with you."

Her fingers went to her hairy pussy, and rubbed my cum around, I quietly hoped she's scoop it up, and feed it to herself, but that wasn't happening tonight.

"Praskash has a deployment next week, Tuesday. He comes home from work, and then is back in the office at 9, most times he's not back till after 1 in nthe morning."

"Come to my house Tuesday night then."

"Can I?"

"I'd be upset if you didnt."

"Am I a bad woman? Truly?"

"You're a beautiful, sexy woman."

"You're embarassing me."

"I want you to feel like you can let yourself go, let yourself go completely when you're wife with me Anushka. I want all of you, not just the safe parts."

"We just had sex Mr Williams, I think that counts for letting myself go."

"I felt like you were holding back."

"We're taught to behave a certain way."

"Forget all of that, I want all of you."

Anushka nodded, but said nothing.

"Let me wash you in the shower." I said, checking the time. It would have been great to spend the night with her, but her asshole husband was probably expecting her home before much longer.

She became more playful, and laughed more. I lathered her body, and gently cleaned her, her hard nipples pressed into my chest as we kissed as the hot water covered us and when my dick was hard, I lifted one of her legs, and she guided it back into her pussy. It was as perfect as it could have ever been. We stared into each other's eyes as we made love.

"You feel soo good in me." She said and her hand cupped my face. There was water everywhere, but I swore she was crying.

I started all of this, just to take an asshole's pussy, but that plan was gone and I had to deal with that.

No, this wasn't the best sex I'd ever had, I've been fortunate and have experienced some truly gifted, incredibly uninhibited women, but this was the frst time, of what I really hoped would be many times of making love with Anushka.

As we rocked against each other, she kept her hand on my face and her kisses felt like the most tender of my life. I felt the tingling return and I told her I was going to cum, she smiled and circled her other hand onto my ass and pulled me more tightly against her and I emptied myself into of her, each jet pulsing deep inside of her.

To ask me before this night, I would have grinned at the thought of putting a baby in this woman and then wishing to be a fly on the wall in the delivery room as her husband gawked at the baby that was clearly not his own.

But now, it just felt natural and besides she was obviously on birth control.

~

Tuesday came, and Anushka showed up at my house just before 9:00pm. It felt different, even better now, she started by asking if she could suck my dick, but not in as vulgar a way, she was shy, even though we'd fucked previously.

She kissed, licked and sucked my dick and when she was satisfied with her work, she straddled me and slipped my dick back into her pussy. Once again, no condom. Once again, I came inside of her, and as an afterthought, I reassured her 'I'm clean, never had anything.'

She just smiled and nodded.

I came in her once more that night, and the entire time I never gave her husband a single thought.

When she left a bit before midnight, I wished she could have stayed. It wasn't just the sex, the sex was nice, but there was a lot more to her, and I know it's messed up, but I had started falling for her.

She called me that Saturday, and told me that her husband was out playing cricket with friends, and would be gone for at least three hours. I had just stepped into the grocery store and turned right back around, telling her I'd meet her at my place.

We made love that day, and she had opened up a bit more, even talking a bit dirty.

'I love how you fuck me.' and 'Your dick feels perfect in my pussy, keep fucking me.'

We weren't fucking, this was slower, gentler, but still quite physical. I stopped warning her that I was about to cum, and she did't complain, besides I'm sure she knew, I know I make some noise just before I nut.

Afterward, she cleaned up in the bathroom, and when she stepped out, to see me laying there naked on the bed, she complained that she wished she could spend more time with me, and that she wished she could spend the night, then wished that Prakash would move back to India.

'So I could have you all to myself Anushka.'

I could see that she wanted to say yes, but all she could manage was a trembling lip, and I pained smile.

I wished that Prakash would move back to India as well.

"Anytime, I don't care what I'm doing, anytime you want to spend time together, and I don't mean just to have sex, or to 'fuck' as you liked to say today, call me. I'll always stop what I'm doing to spend time with you, I mean that."

"If I just wanted to talk? Not only to have sex?"

"Anytime, like I said." I answered her with a smile.

"I can't imagine us spending time and not having sex though."

"I'll never pass an opportunity to be with you like this, but I mean it, just tot talk, have a coffe, go for a walk, whatever you like, anytime, like I said."

She stared at me for what seemed like an hour, and then found her purse and pulled her phone out, calling her husband.

"I'm shopping, I'll be home around 7:00pm, alright." She hung up and looked at me, then let out a long breath and said "I'd like to talk."

"Give me a minute, I'll get dressed." I said and was up and into the bathroom.

~

"This is very difficult for me." She said, then her eyebrows furrowed, and she continued. "It's different in my country, I met Parakash one time before we were engaged, our parents arranged it all. This is very common in India. We don't fall in love and then get married, we marry, and then fall in love. I've tried, but Prakash acts sometimes like a child. I've tried very hard to love him, but I don't. I've said it, I dont." She shook her head side to side, and then tears began falling.

I got up, pulled her to her feel and pulled her into a big hug.

"This life isn't a fair one." She muttered.

"None of them are." I told her.

"I feel horrible, wishing he'd go back to India, but I wish he would. I wish he'd tell me he doesnt love me, I wish I could have another chance at love."

Love was a tricky word for me, I'd been burned more than once. The gruff exterior did a good job of hiding the sometimes too sensitive interior. But could I love her? Yes, definitely.

"What can I do to make you feel better, what can I do right now, in this moment, to help?"

"You're doing it." She said, and hugged me more tightly.

~

The following weekend Anushka called again, seeing her name on my phone immediately improved my mood. I was sitting at home watching college ball and so if she wanted to come by, I'd tell her she could start driving.

"Cal, can I come by, to talk?"

"I'm home, come by anytime." I said.

Twenty minutes later she knocked on the door, and I could tell that she'd been crying.

"We had a bad argument." She began, I quickly imagined calling some of the fellas from back where I grew up to pay the racist asshole a visit.

"Did he put his hands on you?" I asked, and hated that my voice was shaky as I spoke. I hated it more that it was in that moment that I realized how I felt about her, how I really felt.

"No, he gets really angry sometimes, throwing things, but he's never hurt me."

"It's hurting you that he's angry, and throwing things. It doesn't take physical pain to hurt someone."

"He's upset with work, he can't do some of the things they're asking of him and people are questioning his abilities. He's embarrassed and he's taking it out on me, he doesn't talk to anyone at work, he has no friends, so I listen and if I don't have the right answers to make him feel better, he gets angry with me."

"You said you don't love him, you said you tried, but you don't."

"I don't, I don't hate him, but marriage should have love!"

"Leave him."

"I'm alone here then."

"You wouldn't have to be."

"But.. Is that what you want?"

"I wasn't sure, but I am now."

"Truly?"

"Truly Anushka."

"I'm so confused."

"Stay, we can go back to your house, pack your clothes, take your time, figure out what's best for you. I promise, your husband won't cause any problems if I'm there."

"If he saw you with me, if he knew that we've been together, I'm afraid of what he'd do."

"I'm not, he's a racist asshole, and I've dealt with plenty like him over the years, most are all bark, and no bite. One look at him, and I know he's all bark, unless you count yelling at woman and throwing things."

"Maybe just for a few days, if I could stay? Just so I could think?"

I took her arms in my hands and looked into her eyes "You never have to leave, if you want, this can be your home. Of course, we won't have a maid, or a driver, but I think we'll be alright." I chuckled.

She smiled, and giggled a bit at my joke, and then said that she didn't understand me, and imagined she never would.

"Are we so different?"

"I wish your parents would have called my parents."

"If you'd like, I'll have my Mother make a call tomorrow, I couldn't honestly tell you were my Father is, I've never met him."

The tears came streaming down her face, and by the time I let her pull herself off of me, my shirt was a mess of tears and snot, I couldnt have cared less.

She decided to go back to her house, and tell her asshole husband that she needed a few days to think about everything, and he made the fatal mistake of telling her to take as much time to think as she needed, and that this was a big country to not have any friends in.

But Anushka had friends. She got along well with her co-workers, and hse definitely got along well with me.

The bag she had packed lasted a few days, and then when she returned to where she used to live, she brought back several more. She said that Prakash had been parading through their home, telling her that a pretty woman who worked at one of the local Indian restaurants had been smiling at him, now that she had left, and he still needed to eat. He imagined she was just waiting for a successful professional man to ask her out. When she told me the story, and how she told him that he had complained to her many times that he wasn't able to complete many of his tasks at work, and she wondered if that still amounted to him being a 'successful professional.' he stopped talking, and walked out.

After a month, we hired a moving company to collect up her remaining items. She filed the paperwork for a divorce, and it was surprisingly easy. I had imagined that they'd both have to return to India but the divorce happened the same way a married couple from the US would divorce.

It took a while, but that was to be expected, in the meantime we lived happily, and Anushka slowly became more and more open. Sex was only getting better, and we were having a lot of sex. When the divorce was finalized, we became engaged, and a month later we had a small, private marriage that her parents were unfortunately unable to attend, however we made sure to record the ceremony, and sent it to them.

Soon after we were married, Anushka announced that she was pregnant, and that changed my world. I realized that she was exactly what I had needed in my life, and had never before realized it. Our son was born healthy and almost two years later his little sister arrived.

What about Prakash? He ended up getting fired and was then placed at a different company where he lasted less than a month. Neither of us know where he is nowadays, and neither of us care.

[Zigspr]

Black man and Indian brown woman 

I'm an old geezer at 53 (45 when this story happened) and live in the Central South Florida area. I've spent 20 years in the USMC and left in 2009. I've done my best to maintain something of a muscular physique because I just love lifting. You would never assume I've served with my dreads. I fell in love with the look after a trip to Jamaica several years ago.

One early morning, I was lifting in the dumbbell area when I was pleasantly surprised with a beautiful curvy mango shaped booty in Lycra workout pants bent over. I can remember the outline of her pussy against the material. This was surprising because I usually work out very early in the morning (like at 4:00 am). I think I said something along the lines of, "Good to see another early riser!" A beautiful, young, and petite woman of Indian descent with shoulder length hair in a ponytail, coffee brown eyes, and warm skin stood up, turned around and smiled.
"It's like we have the whole place to ourselves!" she responded.
"I love this time of day. Enjoy your workout!" I replied. She had sexy hips and her workout tank top was struggling to cover and hold in her bouncy and perky D cup tits. I didn't want to stare, so I admired her through the gym mirror instead. I admired her sexy ass on the elliptical, her beautiful tits bouncing with each step. The sweat running down her neck glistened on almond skin. According to her, what she remembered from that first meeting was that she thought my dreads were "majestic."
I would see her intermittently over the next few months in the early mornings. We would exchange a smile, wave, or a "hi." Nothing ever really happened beyond that. Didn't even exchange names. Fast forward and I had to schedule my annual physical. My regular doctor had retired so the office informed me that I would be seeing another. Surprise! It was her!
We both instantly recognized each other and laughed. This time she had these sexy librarian glasses on, a dark skirt that hugged her hips, and a soft pink blouse that flaunted some copious cleavage. She was very friendly, warm, gentle, and at all times very professional. I loved when she leaned in close so I could smell the coconut oil in her hair and skin. She then asked me if I would be comfortable disrobing down to my underwear for the physical exam. I said I was. I stripped to my boxer briefs. My ~8" manhood was safely tucked away, but the outline was visible through the fabric. She told me later that she did her hardest to not stare. I got to feel her soft hands on my back and chest as she moved around my body with her stethoscope. I could even my own heart beat faster over the hum of the fluorescent lights.
She finally broke the thick silence with "Those early morning workouts are paying off! Are you comfortable with me examining your genitals? If not, I could ask one of my colleagues. I'm obligated to advise you about the risks of testicular cancers, hernias, and sexual health" Umm...HELL YES, she could touch me there. What kind of idiot would say 'no' to this sexy brown busty bunny?
I simply responded with "How would you like me doc?" She informed me that I could take off my boxer briefs and lay back on the table while she changed her gloves. I did what I was told and was rewarded by her hands gently cupping each of my balls while she rolled them around in her gloved palms and fingertips. She gently fingered my shaft probing for anything irregular. Of course, I had to get a throbbing erection. I apologized and she laughed it off and stated "It happens all the time!" She ordered me some blood tests and told me that I could reschedule another appointment if I felt the need to discuss the results. There was no chance I was going to pass up another appointment with this sexpot.
A few days later we were both alone in the gym in the early hours. This time we knew each other's names and we said hi.
I called her 'Doctor' out of respect and she replied, "That's for work. Just call me Priya [not her real name]."
She then asked "If you have time, could you teach me to barbell squat? I know it's an important exercise and I don't want to do something stupid."
"I would love to teach you," I responded. You're right: You can get hurt easily if you don't pay attention." I reasoned that if she showed me respect and courtesy as a man during my physical, I'd do the same with her at the gym as a woman.
Spent the next fifteen minutes talking about form, proper weight scaling, the different types of squats, etc. I then asked her if she was okay with trying a barbell squat. She nodded.
"Do you want me to spot you for the first few reps?" I asked.
"Please. I'd feel safer with you there." She stepped under an empty bar like I taught her to and backed out to me.
"Is it okay if I hold your hips?" I asked.
"Of course." she replied. I gripped her hips and guided her curvaceous ass back to me.
"Ready when you are." I replied. She descended and as she did her soft ass reached out to caress my black cock. I told her to keep her knees behind her toes, to keep her back straight, and to keep her feet planted. The distinct floral coconut smell of her hair teased me again. I'm 6'2" and she's around 5'5", so it was easy to hold her hips. The entire time I was thinking that there are only a few layers of cloth separating my cock from her sweet sweaty pussy. My cock has a mind of its own sometimes and it must've sensed a pussy close by and it began to throb. Her ass grazing it helped it get even harder. She later told me she'd very much felt my cock against her ass. She also later informed me that after she replayed that scene in her head as she used her vibrator in the shower.
Afterwards, she said, "Thank you! By the way, did you want to talk about your test results? They came back and they look fine, but we could discuss them at an appointment."
So, I blurted out, "Maybe we could talk about them over dinner?" I thought to myself: the worst she could say was 'no.'
"Of course! That sounds like a lot of fun!" she responded. I was thrilled.
So, my ignorant dumb ass took this sexy angel to a steakhouse only to find out that she doesn't eat beef. I really felt embarrassed. She laughed it off and was really gracious about it. This woman was a gem. She had a low-cut white sweater that stood out against her velvety brown chest. Her lips looked absolutely plump and delicious. This was the first time I saw her with her black hair down around her shoulders. I loved seeing her smile and laugh in candle light. We were having a great time. We were both in at least two glasses of wine each. She remembers falling in love with the espresso martini.
Over dinner, I learned that she was only 28 (I was 45 at the time) and had a younger sister in college at the time. She became a doctor after undergoing chemo herself as a young girl. That treatment left her unable to have children of her own. But it inspired her to pursue medicine. We were both raised by single mothers who both succumbed to ovarian cancer. Her father left when her mom was pregnant with her sister. She was never keen on dating much b/c she was pretty much in the books for most of her twenties. She had dated college boys and med college boys. None of them really captured her attention. She shared that she just popped her cherry later only five years ago with an Indian guy that her mom set her up with. She told me that they had hooked up over the course of several months. She also added that she felt it was more of a chore to please him and that he never reciprocated. She'd often turn to her toys after he fell asleep to get herself off. Ultimately, she really thought sex was underwhelming. So, she hasn't been with anyone since.

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I told her that she deserved to be with a grown MAN who put her needs first and knew his way around a woman's body.

She deserved to be cherished and protected while being simultaneously dominated and manhandled. She deserved pleasure and wonderful sex is part of what makes life worth living. A blush spread across her cheeks and said "Preaching to the choir! I should try dating older men more often"

She was genuinely inquisitive about my time in the Marine Corps and asked questions about basic training, Okinawa, Camp Lejeune, and was very much fascinated by the military lifestyle. I really felt at ease talking to her and the freedom to be myself.

Dinner was wrapping up and she asked if I was willing to share dessert. I told her those old man chest and abs she felt on the exam table don't occur by magic and I would have to watch myself. She giggled and said something like "Well old man, your blood sugar and cholesterol are good to go. So, live a little!"

"I do have ice cream and cookies if you want dessert," I replied. I'd love to have this curvy woman in my place.

"Sounds like a plan," she said excitedly.

I remember it being awkward and funny as I tried to help her up into my truck. She's obviously never been in one before and it was pretty funny seeing her try to get in. But it was another opportunity to hold her waist to help her get in. On the drive home, she said, "I think you should know I had a great time tonight. But I don't think I can be your doctor anymore."

"I wasn't expecting to see you in the first place!" I responded.

"Well, you're definitely taking care of yourself. I'm sure anyone at the practice would be glad to see you, " she replied.

"I'm definitely glad to be here with you," I answered. I reached over and took her hand. She squeezed back. I held her hand on her thigh and casually went to hold the inside of her thigh. I gave it a squeeze and she gasped sharply. She held my arm and I heard her breathe deeply as she looked out the window. I continued to hold her thigh as if it now belonged to me, because I felt that it did.

We finally arrived at my place and I helped her down from my pickup. She instinctively held my hand and we walked into my kitchen. Once in the kitchen, I told her I'd get spoons and the ice cream was in the top freezer. She opened the freezer and reached in. As she stood up on her toes, her skirt hiked up. Those creamy mocha thighs that I had just spent the last fifteen minutes squeezing were in full view. I thought that she had given me so many green lights over the date and over the past few months. My big black uncircumcised cock was as hard as granite. I could smell her intoxicating hair from standing behind her.

There was no better time or place than the here and now. How often does an old man like me have a sexy young doctor in my own house? What would I have to lose?

I moved behind her and closed the freezer door. I towered over her and with one hand reached under her sweater to hold her stomach and pull her in into me. I used my other hand to cradle her face and kiss those beautiful, soft, and wet lips.

She melted in my hands. She clutched my dreads and pulled me in closer. I turned her around and used both my hands to reach under her skirt and hold her firm Indian ass. She moaned through our kiss as I squeezed her ass harder. My beard tickled her chin, cheeks, and chest. She
broke the kiss. She then bit onto the clumps of my beard and moaned like a bitch in heat.




Months of sexual tension between us broke like a thundercloud. I hoisted her up and she promptly wrapped her legs around my waist as I continued to kiss her. She held my head and licked my lips and inhaled the earthy scent from my dreads. I eventually worked my strong ebony hands under her panties and felt her wetness. This bitch was ready. I remembered that she had never had a really satisfying sexual experience in her life. I was only the second man she's ever been with. I was her first older man. This would also be her first big black cock experience. I decided then and there that I would ruin her for every man who would ever be with her. I promised to myself that this educated, elegant, professional, and sexy woman would be my slut for tonight and she'd enjoy every second of it.

I carried her to the bedroom. I could feel her mocha brown breasts pressing into my chest. Her nipples were rock hard and I could feel them through her sweater and my shirt. I laid her out on my bed. As I did, I worked her cotton panties off leaving her trimmed pussy exposed. I took a deep breath from her soaked panties. It was an intoxicating mix of cinnamon, lemon, and pineapple. She smelled delicious. I couldn't wait to taste her Indian pussy.






She laid sprawled out on the bed. I tossed her wet panties to the side. She didn't need them anymore. I locked eyes with her.

"Get up bitch. Walk over to the edge of the bed." Her eyes widened and she submissively complied. As she did, I sat on the edge of the mattress to get a good look at this beautiful woman.

"Take off your skirt slowly and hand them to me. Do not cover that beautiful pussy." She kept breathing heavily and slowly unhooked her skirt clasp and worked them off her hips. It fell to the floor. As she bent over to pick them up, I brought my hand on her bare ass with a sharp 'WHAP.' She yelped in pain and pleasure simultaneously. Her ass had the perfect jiggle. As she handed me her skirt, I said, "Thank you for being a good girl. Good girls get rewards. This skirt and your panties are mine now. I'll let you know when you can have them back." She whimpered and bit her lip. Her fingers started to touch her swollen wet clit.

"WHAT THE FUCK did I tell you about not covering your pussy? I don't remember giving you permission to touch yourself.

Get on your knees and then take off your sweater and your bra. I won't repeat myself," I ordered. I used my deep Marine Corps Master Gunnery Sergeant command voice. She submitted without question. The same voice that worked on young Privates and Corporals turned this woman into a whimpering and heaving puddle of horniness. I can also see why she was so anxious to touch herself. Her pussy was literally dripping onto her thighs. As she took her sweater off, she revealed the most beautiful set of caramel tits I've ever seen. I took her sweater.







"This belongs to me too. Just like before, this belongs to me. I'll decide when you can get this back." She gulped and nodded. Finally, she reached behind her back and unhooked her black pushup bra. Her 38 D cups were in full view. My cock throbbed even harder as I saw her milk chocolate areola and nipples stiffen.

"The bra please. I will not repeat myself again tonight." She demurely handed me her bra. She already knew that it belonged to me now. There was a moment where I had to appreciate the scene that was before me. I had this voluptuous Indian vixen kneeling in front of me, breathing heavily, and dripping her juices on my carpet. She ran her fingers through her dark hair. Her pussy's aroma permeated the room. She was seventeen years younger than me and so easily gave in to an older dominant black man. She was desperate for a dick down.

I stood up in front of her. I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it. I then unbuckled my pants and let them drop to the carpet. I slid them over with my foot. I stepped forward with my crotch level with her eyes.

"Take them off," I ordered. She reached up and peeled off my boxer briefs. As they came down my 8" erection came into full view. Again, I kicked my boxer briefs to the side.

"I know you've seen this before. You've even held it. Tonight, you feel it. First, taste it," I commanded. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around my dark shaft. My foreskin was strained against my cock head. She wasn't the only one leaking everywhere. My precum had begun to run down the sides of cock. She gently placed her soft mouth on my cock and kissed it. She gently began to work her tongue around my foreskin. Her hands peeled back revealing my wet cock head. She took the entire head in her mouth and began to tongue it. I reached my hands behind her head through her hair and gently pulled her closer.

She began to suck and bob her head on my cock. Her warm wet mouth was divine. She was desperate for this. My hand held her head in place.

I also have to admit that she wasn't very good at sucking cock. I was the only second man she's ever been with and she's never had something this size. What kind of man would I be if I tried to fuck her mouth when she wasn't used to it? I had to hold off. I'd be keeping her around. There would be time to teach her.

I pulled her head off my cock with wet 'PLOP'. A mix of my precum and her drool dripped down her chin and neck. I then guided her face to my balls. I don't man-scape. She didn't care. She inhaled each of them sucking gently. She rolled each hairy, black, seed filled ball with her tongue and ended giving them each a wet kiss. She looked up with her brown eyes searching for approval.






I pulled her up off her knees to stand up. My cock was covered in her warm saliva and was aching to fuck her wet pussy. I held her close to kiss her. Her nipples were pressed up against my hairy chest and abdomen and my cock against her. Her mouth was warm and musky after sucking my cock. I tightly held her and tossed her on the bed. She turned over onto her back to look up at me. I looked straight at that wet and yearning pussy.

I had to remind myself: she's never been really satisfied by a real man before. I need to slow it down and take my time. It was my turn to kneel in front of her. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. My face moved close to her trimmed pussy. In one flat tongue stroke, I slowly licked her vulva from bottom to top and finished by kissing her clit.

She let out a deep moan and held onto the sheets.

"Bitch, have you ever been eaten? Has anyone ever tasted this hot pussy?" I asked as I began to realize this unfortunate truth.

"Noooo..." she moaned and whimpered. I was fucking dumbfounded. Did that mean that her ex never tasted her sweet, wet, stickiness? I was the first to taste her and she was all mine. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to lock her in. She reached down and held my dreads for dear life. I relished slowly licking her labia. I used the tip of my tongue to spell my name on her clit. She began to squirm and breathe harder. I reached out and my hands found her wrists. This bitch needed to be handled. Manhandled. I began to tongue fuck her while greedily sucking out her musky sweet nectar. Her moaning evolved into groaning which ended turning into screaming.

"Bitch, do I stop? Was that enough?"

"NOOO! Please oh god, please don't stop!"

With that, my mouth clamped back down on her pussy. After near five minutes of tongue fucking, I decided to bring her over the edge. I gently sucked up her clit between my lips and gently flicked my tongue over her clit. My beard was soaked with her wetness. Her hips began to shudder and shake, she tightened her hold on the sheets, and then came the scream.

It was primal and came from deep within her. Her pussy kept getting juicer and juicer as my mouth remained locked on. I continued to hold her wrists as she spasmed.

***ORGASM 1 ACCOMPLISHED***





I finally let her go to allow her to writhe and bask in her moment. She ran her hands all over her own body while softly mewing like a voluptuous and breasty brown kitten. This entire time, my hard big black cock remained neglected. It ached to be inside her pussy. I remained hard as black granite and precum dribbled down my shaft. She was beyond ready for a good old-fashioned dick down. My cock knew that her hot wet pussy was close. Her pussy and my cock were naturally just drawn to each other. I parted her thighs and leaned over her. I began to kiss up her curvaceous stomach, on the crease of her thighs and torso, her rib cage, and the underside of her tits. I finally rested my body on top of hers. My mouth found her milk chocolate nipples and sucked.

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Yesssss..." she moaned. I rolled her dark nipples with my tongue. I nibbled the sides of tits to her giggles. My lips finally worked up to her neck and jawline. She wants me to mention that her nipples against my chest hair was, has been, and currently one of her favorite sensations. Her skin was scorching hot, her face flushed, and sweat was beading on her brow. 'She's seen nothing yet,' I thought.

I finally cradled her face in my hands and kissed her again. She had the opportunity to taste her pussy on my mouth after I tasted my cock on hers. I relaxed and my hips pressed my cock into her clit. Her wet pussy and my hard cock were finally in contact with each other. I couldn't help but think that it has been four or five months since I saw her bend over at the gym imagining her pussy. Now my cock was ready to fuck her waiting pussy.

I propped myself on my elbows to guide my big black cock to her pussy. It pushed past her moist labia and I really felt her wetness caress my cock. She began to moan again. I'm a 'big' man and I wanted to dominate her, not hurt her. To go from her ex to a nine-inch big black cock would be a hell of an adjustment. I slowly and steadily kept going and stopped at six inches. She had to get used to me. Her pussy began to spasm again and began to scream. I held her close and kissed her mouth turning her scream into a muffled moan. Her hips continued to shake and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

***ORGASM 2 ACCOMPLISHED***





If her pussy was wet before, now it was gushing her lovely aromatic juice all over my black cock. She was ready. With a final thrust I had the entire nine inches in her wet pussy. My cock was finally where it was supposed to be. She held my face kissing my lips, cheeks, and began to lick the remnants of her pussy juice off strands of my salt and pepper beard.

Time to fuck. I extracted my cock out of her hot pussy until my foreskin was kissing her clit.

I then let loose. I rammed the full length back into her pussy. She screamed "YESSSSS!" Nothing was holding me back. I continue to fuck her into an orgasmic trance. This was no longer love making, it was raw and primal urges at full throttle. She wrapped her arms around my head and we grunted in unison. I kissed her neck while my cock was in pussy heaven. I took her arms and held them above her head while we kissed. She was completely helpless while I mercilessly ravaged her. Her tits shook and her hips joyfully jiggled. I continued to drill her into the bed. There was that feeling again. Her pussy started to spasm again. She began to scream as I tongued her nipples.

***ORGASM 3 ACCOMPLISHED***







Her eyes rolled back and I laughed at how multi orgasmic this woman was. She unwrapped her legs around my waist and held them spread eagle for me.

"Fuck me, fuck me. Please...," she exclaimed. I hadn't cum in three weeks and my balls were full. The sound of the slap of my balls against her wet vulva, her wet pussy caressing my hard cock, her nipples against my chest, seeing her face soaked in sweat, and my mouth kissing hers was finally too much. With one final power thrust I came into her waiting pussy. With a heaving grunt I flooded her pussy and she shrieked in joy.

After I emptied into her, we both started laughing and held each other. I kept my cock inside of her and gently kissed her face. I finally found it in me to pull out and enjoyed watching my cum spill out her swollen pussy and onto the sheets.

I positioned my cock over her face and asked, "What do you think you're supposed to do?"

Without missing a beat, she took my relaxed cock into her mouth. She was very attentive to every single drop of cum (hers and mine) on my shaft. She cleaned it all with her sweet mouth. She licked the sweat and cum off my balls. She laughed and smiled while I cradled her head.






"I want you to know how special that was for me," I said. "I also want you to know that I'm not the kind of man you've dated before. As long as you're my woman, you'll be mine alone. You'll be my queen, but you'll be my personal slut. This pussy belongs to me now. If you don't like that, you can get dressed and I'll get you home safely. But that will also mean we'll never have this again. If you are okay with my terms, we can go shower together and you can help me change the sheets." She lovingly kissed my foreskin. Then, she got up, wrapped her arms around me, and nuzzled the hair on my chest while stroking my abs.

"I belong right here," she replied. She remembers it as "I'm going to stay right here." Same enough.

***EPILOGUE***

In the shower, I fingered her for her fourth orgasm of the night. She gave me a blowjob the morning after. It was her first time tasting and swallowing my cum or any man's for that matter.

Eight years later, we're still together and have been married for five. In that time, we've experimented with toys, sex swings, crotchless lingerie, and I had the pleasure of taking her anal virginity. We've fucked on Caribbean beaches, a resort on a Greek island, a hotel balcony overlooking the Eiffel tower, and on the terraces of several cruise ships.

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WIFE SERVED TO MY BOSS



I am married to a Pakistani housewife. Her name is Mona. She is a beautiful woman, despite being in her forties, she has a curvy figure and looks relatively young.

She is born and bred in Pakistan and after getting married, we had an arranged marriage, Mona came to the UK.

Despite being in the UK for many years, Mona has been quite sheltered. She is shy and reserved by nature. Mona has never worked and has spent most of her time in the house.

Mona did learn to drive, so that she could do the college runs but had a limited social life outside of our family friends. Mona still struggled with her English therefore made very few English friends.

I worked for a Bank and my boss was an elder man. His name was Clive Jenkins, he was in his early sixties. He was a difficult man to work for. Clive was also known as a bit of a perv in the office.

The ladies would always say that Clive stared at them when they walked past and he looked for any excuse to call them into his office. I did catch him ogling at the women but that was none of my business.

I knew that Clive was divorced for many years and lived on his own. He wasn't very attractive, he was a big guy, with a thick waistline and had a large bald patch.

I was good to Clive because I had applied for a promotion at a different centre. I needed Clive to put in a good word, which he was reluctant to do. He told me that he didn't want me to leave his office and didn't want me to get this promotion. But I needed it.

One night, I was working late, so I asked Mona to pick me up. Whenever I had a late finish, I would ask my wife to drive to my office and pick me up. Normally I went home on public transport.

As no-one would be in the office, the security guards who knew me well, would just let Mona come upstairs. Normally, any visitor would require a pass.

Mona came up as always and would sit in the office having a cup of coffee, and just messaging on her phone. I would finish off and we would leave.

This particular evening, Mona was on her phone, messaging her sisters, and I was almost ready to leave, and suddenly I saw a light come on in the hallway.

I saw somebody walking towards the double doors, and I looked at Mona. I knew I was in trouble. The doors swung open and Clive walked into the office. He looked at me, 'Oh, you're still here?' He then glanced at Mona.

Mona stood up instinctively. She was wearing an orange Asian suit, called a shalwar kameez. 'Who's this?' 'Oh sorry, Clive. This is my wife, Mona. I know I should have got clearance but....'.

I began to mumble but then I saw Clive wasn't interested in what I was saying. He was more interested in Mona.

Clive looked up and down Mona's body, 'Oh it's okay. So this is your Missus?' 'Yes'.

Mona smiled at Clive. He was staring at Mona's boobs, which were quite prominent in her tight blouse.

'Where have you been hiding her?' Clive put his hand out and Mona shook it reluctantly. I could see his eyes undressing my wife. 'You can bring her here anytime. Just make sure you tell me she's coming'.

He looked at me and winked. 'I will wait downstairs'. Mona looked at me and made her way to the doors.

Clive's eyes followed her as she left and I saw him staring at Mona's bum. 'She's lovely. Phew'. I didn't know what to say, I just smiled.

That night I felt something strange. I had been aroused by seeing Clive staring at Mona with such lust.

Mona told me that my boss had filthy eyes, but I denied it. I told her that he's a nice person and she was just being over conscious.

But secretly I began to enjoy it. I imagined Mona in his arms. Clive's large hands fondling Mona's boobs, his tongue licking her all over.

The following day, I saw a change in Clive's attitude towards me. I got a call for an interview from the promotion I applied for, which meant that finally Clive had put a word in for me.

At midday, he called me into his office. I went at once, hoping for some good news. 'Come in. How are you'?

'I'm fine. Thanks Clive for putting a good word in for me'.

He smiled, 'Don't worry about it. You deserve it. It was nice meeting your missus. What's her name again'?

'Mona'.

'Oh yes. She's lovely. You're a lucky man'.

I started feeling abit awkward as he talked about Mona. Clive was sitting behind his desk, and he leaned towards me. 'I do like Pakistani women. They are so exotic, shy, and pure'.

'Yes they are'. 'I hope you don't mind me saying. But I thought about Mona last night'. I felt my mouth going dry. 'I couldn't get her out of my mind in fact. I think it's abit selfish having such a lovely wife and never sharing her with another man'.

I felt myself getting aroused. 'Clive, what do you mean?' Clive smiled, 'I want her. I really do.' 'She's my wife'. 'I know, and I also know that you won't mind me having her. I think you would even enjoy seeing Mona in bed with me. Seeing what I do with her.'

I started to feel horny. 'I know you like hearing this. I was fantasizing about her last night. Wow, your wife has an amazing body, those breasts, I couldn't keep my eyes off them.'

'Clive please. I have to go.' Clive kept on talking filthy about Mona and I wanted to hear more. 'I would love to drug her, and have her come into my arms so that I could touch her lovely body all over, have her completely helpless in my arms, She would feel my hands all over her delicious body, imagine seeing your wife being fondled by another man'.

'Clive, no, I don't want that'.

'Do you want your promotion?'

'Yes I need it.' 'Well, invite me to your house for dinner. Get your lovely wife to cook me a delicious Indian meal. Then I will take her into your bedroom and spend the night with Mona in your bed. I know you'll love it'.

I went home and felt numb. How would I get Mona to agree, would she agree? I told her about dinner and Mona was furious. 'No, not him. I don't like him'.

'Please Mona, I need this promotion. He loves Indian food. Cook him a nice meal, and he will be pleased'. Mona eventually agreed.

I asked her to dress in a nice shalwar kameez, I made sure it was tight. I also asked her to wear red lipstick. Mona didn't understand why she was getting dressed up but I insisted.

I started fantasizing about how the evening would be. I imagined Mona submitting to Clive's desires, and watching him all over her. I really wanted to watch, enjoy this unattractive man, making love to my wife.

The evening finally came. Mona spent the day cooking, she made biryani, and meat curry. She prepared a custard trifle for dessert. She was a wonderful cook.

Mona was all dressed up in a fancy orange shalwar kameez, and red lipstick. I told her that she had to be really polite to Clive, and this dinner had to go well.

Mona was worried about speaking English but I told her that she would have to keep Clive company but wouldn't really need to talk.

Both me and Clive left the office together. He followed me to our house. We hadn't spoken much during the day, but Clive told me in passing that he was looking forward to the evening.

As we both approached the door, Mona opened it and welcomed us. She looked lovely in her orange Asian suit, and I could see Clive's eyes light up.

I smiled at Mona, and Clive followed me in, 'Hi Moana', he smiled at Mona and put his arm around her. She looked so small as his arm went around her shoulders and he brought her close to him.

She smelt his body odour and I could see Mona pull her face away. But she was polite as I told her to be.

Mona went into the kitchen, and I asked her to bring some juice. Mona called me into the kitchen, 'Please take it inside'.

'No Mona. Clive wants you to serve him'. Mona looked at me startled.

'Be nice to him, okay'.

Mona came inside as me and Clive were talking.

Mona came towards us with the juice. He watched her walk in, and as she bent down, her scarf slid away from her bust.

Clive stared at Mona breasts, as he took the juice. He watched her walk back, with his eyes firmly on Mona's bum. 'I just want her now'.

'She won't agree.'

Clive took a bottle of tablets out of his pocket. 'This will make her horny'.

Mona started to set the table, and Clive was watching her as she came inside the room and would go back to the kitchen. 'Dinner's ready'.

I sat at the head of the table and Clive sat next to me. Mona sat opposite to him.

'Moana come and sit with me'. Clive stroked the base of the chair next to him. 'Don't be shy'. Mona looked at me. 'It's okay. Come on'.

Mona stood up and walked around to Clive. She sat next to him. Mona poured a glass of water for herself, 'Me too'. She poured water into Clive's glass.

'Please pass the biryani, sweetheart'. Mona smiled and leant across.

During the meal, I watched Clive's hand come closer to Mona's hand. Mona carried on eating. 'Please can I have some juice if you have any left'?

'Yes, I will get it'. Mona replied as she got up and walked to the kitchen.

Clive very calmly put two tablets into her water. They dissolved quickly. Mona came back and passed Clive the juice. We both watched Mona have the water.

She carried on eating and suddenly Clive stroked Mona's thigh. 'Lovely dinner'. 'Thank you'. Mona blushed.

As dinner finished, Mona began to clear the table. Clive sat back on the sofa, he looked well fed. I started to help Mona as she cleared the table.

'I feel light headed. Very strange'.

'It's okay, you're just tired. Read your prayers, and go to sleep early'.

I knew that wouldn't happen. Clive was probably going to ravage my wife all night, and I wanted to watch.

Clive came over to the kitchen as Mona was preparing her dessert. He was ogling over Mona's body, and she was completely unaware of his intentions for her.

Clive walked in and came behind Mona in the kitchen. 'Thank you for such a delicious meal'. Mona glanced around, 'It is okay'.

Clive looked down at Mona's boobs, 'You are such a lovely lady with such a beautiful body'.

He hugged her tightly, and I watched from behind the door. His large arms were wrapped around my wife, and I could see Mona close her eyes. He let her go eventually.

'Give him the dessert. I don't like him. I will go and read prayer now'.

Mona left the dessert as she glared at me and went upstairs.

I took the dessert inside and me and Clive ate together. 'I'm going up. She will be ready by now'. Clive winked at me and went upstairs to our bedroom. I followed behind.

'Moana, Moana'. Mona was on the prayer mat as she finished her prayers. Her scarf was wrapped tightly around her body. Mona was feeling strange, her body was tingling, and her head was floating in mid-air.

Clive stood by the door and watched Mona finish her prayers. 'Moana, are you okay? You came upstairs'. Mona picked up the prayer mat and looked at Clive. 'I'm just tired'.

'You would be, after preparing such a delicious meal.

He came towards her, 'Oh Moana, I don't want to leave yet'.

Mona felt Clive's arms around her, as I watched from the top of the stairs.

'Oh, no. What are you doing?'

'What I have wanted to do with you ever since I saw you. I think you want me too'.

Mona was slowly submitting to him, and I couldn't believe it.

'No, please'.

Clive pulled Mona's scarf off her slowly, and brought his face close to her. 'I don't think you've ever been with a real man. I can tell when I look into your eyes'.

His hands went down Mona's back, as he stroked her bum. Mona resisted him but he had her in his arms, and now his hands were all over her lovely bum.

Clive was breathing hard, 'Oh I'm going to ride you so hard, you won't be able to walk in the morning'.

Mona pushed but Clive began kissing Mona's lips. It was an unbelievable sight. Clive was all over my wife, she was being kissed by him, his tongue was licking her lips and her neck, and he pinned her against the wall.






Mona's legs parted slightly, as Clive pulled Mona's hair back and kissed her neck all over. Her scarf was on the floor as Clive's hands were all over Mona's body.

His hands were swarming all over Mona's bum, and her legs, before he grabbed Mona's breasts. 'Mmmm, soft and delicious. You are a little tart, aren't you?'

Mona seemed intoxicated as she smiled meekly. Clive fondled Mona's boobs, as he turned her around. He grabbed Mona's breasts from behind, and rubbed his erect penis against her.

His hand slipped under Mona's trouser and felt how wet she was. Mona was enjoying this, and I began to masturbate. Clive licked Mona's neck and rubbed her crotch, before taking her into our bed.






Clive stripped Mona down, uncovering her brown fleshy body, as she lay there naked waiting to be ridden by this horny white male.

Clive began licking Mona's body all over, I could hear her moaning louder and louder as I wanked myself off.

Clive's tongue travelled all over Mona's flesh, licking her nipples, sucking her boobs, as Mona brought Clive's head closer to her chest. He licked her stomach, and tongued her belly button, before turning his lustful desires to Mona's wet pussy.

Clive grabbed Mona's thighs, which he licked slowly, his tongue exploring Mona's inner thighs, before he brought his tongue towards Mona's dripping wet vagina.

She moaned loudly, as Clive's tongue plunged deep into her pussy hole and tasted her juices, he was licking her pussy like a wild man, as Mona began to cum.

Her body was shaking with the force of her pussy juices that were flowing like never before.

Her beauty had been opened up by this old white male who knew how to please her.




Clive's erect penis was beginning to cum, so he turned Mona around knowing that she was an anal virgin. Clive grabbed Mons's naked bum, and began licking her bum cheeks, kissing her fleshy bottom and tonguing her arsehole.

Mona farted as Clive's tongue entered her bum hole and he sniffed her. Mona screamed as Clive's erect penis rammed into Mona's tight arse.

He began to pump her from behind, and I could hear our bed shaking like it was about to collapse.

Mona orgasmed several times before Clive's load shot into her arse. He took her from behind and played with her boobs. Mona was about to pass out. She lay exhausted in our bed.

I went to sleep in the next room and Clive stayed with Mona in our bed.

During the night, I heard Clive fucking Mona again and again. I heard her crying later,

'No, no. Please'.

I crept into the room and watched from the door. Clive was on top of Mona and was ramming her sore pussy.

I woke up in the morning and Clive had already left. He took the day off, and gave me a paid holiday.

Mona opened up to me a while later. She found it hard to talk about that evening.

Mona told me that Clive made love to her six times that night. I did get the promotion.

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An English Couple satisfy themselves with my wife’s body!!!!





I worked with a guy called Dan. We worked together for about a year and in that time, he became one of my best friends. We even car shared as well as going out for dinner on occasion. I realised that Dan loved Asian cuisine. He was extremely fond of Pakistani and Indian dishes and really admired Asian women.

Dan was a vegetarian mainly because his wife, Amy had convinced him to give up meat. So we would always go out to Indian vegetarian restaurants. I had caught him on occasion sneaking a look at some of the Asian women at the restaurants we visited.

He realised that I caught him and looked embarrassed. 'Mate, I really find Asian women attractive especially when they are dressed up in their Indian suits.'

I mentioned my wife, Mona to him many times. I told him that Mona was from Pakistan and was a fantastic cook. She was a traditional Pakistani housewife and she loved cooking for the family as well as taking care of the house.

I told Dan that I would like to invite him and his other half, Amy to our house so that they could enjoy my wife's cooking.

I don't know why I was so keen on Dan and Amy coming over, I knew that Dan had an attraction for Asian traditional women. Mona was beautiful and very innocent. She had a lovely curvy body and despite being forty, Mona had taken care of herself.

Yet I still wanted Dan to come to our house, knowing that he would find my wife extremely alluring. Dan was also keen on coming to my house for dinner and told me that he would speak with Amy. I had never met Amy before but I knew she was an IT consultant for a High Tech German company and she travelled a lot.

Dan had never met Mona either so it would be a good chance to have an evening together as couples and have a lovely dinner.

I told Mona about the plan of having dinner with my English friend and his wife, and Mona was shocked.

We had never had English people come over before. Mona had been in England for over twenty years but she was so sheltered. We had a close knit circle of friends and didn't meet anyone outside of it.

Mona was only really comfortable around the Pakistani community. She found socialising with English people very difficult because Mona was not very fluent in English.

I always encouraged her to go out and meet more people but even in shops if the cashier or attendant was English, Mona would always ask me to go and speak.

Now this was her worst nightmare, an English couple coming to our house for dinner.

Mona pushed back and said that she didn't know Dan or Amy and she would get bored as me and Dan would chat and she would not be able to have any conversation with Amy.

I hadn't met Amy myself so didn't know how she was like. I guessed being an IT executive who had a high paid job, she was probably quite sophisticated.

Anyway, eventually after weeks of convincing, Mona agreed to cook a vegetarian Pakistani meal for Dan and Amy. I was over the moon and set a date with Dan straight away. Amy was quite busy so we couldn't do it for a week or so.

I told Dan how Mona is the best cook and she has so much variety in her cooking. Dan told me that he was really looking forward to meeting my wife.

The evening came and Mona had spent the whole day cooking. She made vegetable biryani, potato spicy curry and onion bhajis. She had custard trifle for dessert, which was my favourite.

I told Dan earlier in the day that Mona was making multiple dishes and she had started cooking in the morning for him and Amy. Dan then asked me something strange. 'Mate is Mona submissive? I have heard Pakistani wives are really obedient to their men.'

'Not really. She has her own mind and doesn't always go along with what I say.'

'Mate, I don't know why I like the idea of your missus slaving away in the kitchen for me and Amy.'

I found it a strange comment but didn't dwell on it. We waited for our guests to arrive and it was 8.30pm. They were almost an hour late.

Dan called me and said that Amy got held up at work. I asked Mona to wear a nice Asian suit as I knew how much Dan liked Asian women in traditional shalwar kameez. I didn't tell Mona that.

She decided to wear a bright orange shalwar kameez with black embroidery. I also asked Mona to wear red lipstick and dark eye make-up. Once again, I knew that's what Dan liked.

Mona was nervous about having to socialise with this white English couple who she thought wouldn't even like her. A car arrived outside. Dan phoned me saying they were here. Finally!

I opened the door as Dan and Amy walked up. Mona stood in the kitchen door, which was in the hallway. Dan greeted me. 'Sorry mate. We're late. Amy's fault.' We shook hands as I laughed.

'Don't worry about it.' Amy came in behind him. 'This is Amy.'

I stared at this tall sexy brunette woman. Amy was very attractive. She had short wavy brown hair that reached the top of her shoulders and a lovely lean figure, which I could see in her tight black jeans. Amy was wearing a white blouse with grey flowers across her chest area. Amy had pouting lips as she smiled at me and shook my hand. She had a firm handshake.

I then turned to Mona. 'This is my wife, Mona.' Dan smiled at Mona. 'Hi Mona.' I could see him looking up and down Mona's body. He held out his hand but Mona was reluctant to shake it as she wasn't used to shaking hands with men. Mona did shake

Dan's hand. I saw his thumb rub along Mona's skin. 'I like your suit. Very nice.' Dan said to Mona as he let her hand go.

Amy then leant forward and gave Mona a peck on the cheek.

'I've heard a lot about you. Mmm the food smells great.' Dan said as he once again took an eyeful of Mona's figure. Mona smiled shyly. 'Thank you'.

I quickly led Dan and Amy into our lounge. I could see how attracted Dan was to Mona and I was already feeling aroused. Dan and Amy sat on the three seater sofa, me and Mona sat facing them.

Amy started messaging on her phone and she seemed bored already. I had asked Mona to make conversation with Amy but she couldn't.

I could tell how nervous Mona was. She crossed her legs and also started scrolling on her phone. Mona's legs were on display as her kameez had a long split up the side.

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Dan was eyeing up Mona's legs, which looked shapely under her shalwar. Her trouser had a thin cloth so her legs' shape was easy to see.

'So Mona, how long did it take you to cook the meal today?'

Mona looked up at Dan. 'Not really long.' Mona stuttered over her words as she smiled at Dan. He looked at her lips as she spoke.

'Mona I've been told you've been in the kitchen all day. It does smell delicious.' Dan tried to make conversation with my wife and he was trying hard. Mona blushed.

She was even more nervous now as my friend was trying to make conversation with her.

'No it's okay. I wanted to cook a nice meal.'

I turned to Mona, 'Mona get some juice for Dan and Amy while we wait for dinner to be ready.' Mona nodded her head. 'Okay.' Mona got up and looked relieved to be leaving the room.

I noticed Dan staring at Mona's bum as she left. Her suit was quite tight around her hips and bust. Mona hadn't worn this shalwar kameez for a while. She had obviously put on some weight since she last wore it. But it made Mona look even more sexy.

'Mate, Mona's lovely. I love her clothes.' I looked at Dan and was lost for words for a minute. 'Thanks mate.'

Dan complimenting Mona so openly made me abit uncomfortable. Amy also looked up but didn't seem bothered.

'What does your wife do?' Amy asked me in a sullen voice.

'She's a housewife.'

'Oh.' Amy looked back down at her phone.

Amy was pretty but seemed quite posh.

Mona came back in with a tray of drinks. She put the tray down on the coffee table. I

asked Mona to serve them.

Mona walked up to Dan with a glass of juice. She bent down slightly to pass him the drink and her scarf that was covering her bosom slipped down.

Dan had an eyeful of Mona's breasts as he took the glass from her hand. His fingers brushed against Mona's fingers, as he took the glass.

Mona looked at him and smiled. I was suddenly turned on. Mona gave him a luring smile and I didn't expect that from my shy innocent wife.

Mona gave Amy her drink and once again Dan's eyes followed my wife as she went back into the kitchen.

He must have seen that I noticed him ogling over Mona's body.

Dan had already told me how much Asian women turned him on and now he was in my house enjoying my wife as she paraded herself in front of him.

Mona was bringing in the dishes and Dan's lustful eyes were enjoying my wife's body as she walked in and out. Dan turned to me, 'Mona has such a lovely figure. She must take good care of herself.'

I was fully aroused as Dan couldn't keep his eyes off Mona's body. I knew he wanted her. I wasn't angry, in fact I was horny.

I could never imagine my shy innocent wife who was terrified of speaking with white people, actually being in the arms of an English man.

I started imagining Dan taking Mona into his arms, having his hands over her soft body as I watched helplessly.

I always knew that I had cuckold fantasies but hated to admit it even to myself. But now it was the perfect scenario. An English couple in our house and my innocent Pakistani wife being groomed for their entertainment.

Mona finished setting the table. 'Please come. Dinner is ready.'

Dan approached with Amy and they admired how the dishes looked.

'Wow. Mona I can't wait to taste your cooking.' Dan said as he smiled at Mona. Amy nodded her head. 'It does smell great. Thank you.'

Mona smiled as we took our places. Amy sat next to Mona on one side of the table and

I sat with Dan on the other side. As we began to eat, I noticed that Amy and Mona were talking now and that was a relief.

Amy asked what Mona planned to do or whether she was just happy being at home.

Mona smiled and said she was happy being a housewife.

Amy smiled at her as she ate her food slowly while looking at Mona.

Suddenly Mona looked uncomfortable. She wasn't eating at all.

Amy was relaxed as she complimented Mona for her cooking again. 'The food's delicious.' Amy touched Mona's hand.

Shortly after, Mona got up. 'I forgot something.' She quickly went to the kitchen. It was odd how Mona left the table. I went after her.

'Mona what's wrong?' Mona looked distressed. 'Amy, I don't like her. Do you know what she is doing?'

'What?'

'She's touching me under the table.'

'No it can't be.'

'She is strange. He is also looking at me. I don't like them.'

'Shhhh. What happened?'

Mona told me that Amy was eating and suddenly she felt Amy's foot touching her leg.

Amy knocked Mona's sandal off and began rubbing Mona's foot with her own foot. Her foot then caressed Mona's legs under her shalwar.

Mona thought it was an accident and she looked at Amy. But then she felt Amy rubbing her foot up and down her legs and slowly her foot started going up towards her thigh. Eventually she felt Amy's foot between her legs. That's when Mona came to the kitchen.

'Don't worry Mona. They are our guests.'

Mona looked at me. 'Look what she is doing. I am your wife.'

I took Mona in my arms and comforted her. 'Mona enjoy them. They like you.'

Mona stared at me. 'What do you mean?'

'Mona be a good host, enjoy the evening.'

Mona sighed.

Dan and Amy were White British, it was their country that once ruled her land. My wife would respect their authority. She would even accept being dominated by them.

I was now burning as I fantasised about Amy making love to Mona.

Watching Mona with another woman was my ultimate fantasy. Dan and Amy had come to taste more than just Mona's cooking.

Dan and Amy finished the meal, which they heartily enjoyed.

'Wow that was lovely. Thank you, Mona.' Dan smiled at my wife who looked away.

'What else have you got for us?' Amy asked in an authoritative tone.

'I have dessert.' Mona replied.

Amy stared at Mona. 'Okay. Bring us the dessert, we're waiting. Please can we see you wear the scarf over your head.'

Mona looked across at me and then back at Amy. 'Okay.'

I asked both Dan and Amy to sit on the sofa as we waited for Mona came back in and serve them.

Amy went to the bathroom upstairs.

Dan shifted towards me and spoke quietly.

'Mate that dinner was lovely. I know you've seen me staring at your wife. I'm sorry mate but she's so hot.'

I looked at Dan and knew he was being open about his intentions.

'I know mate. I'll be honest, I don't mind men looking at my wife. She is so modest and pious and that's what turns me on.'

'Me and Amy want her. We've always fantasised about a hot Indian woman in bed with us. Mona is perfect for us. She would be like our bride.'

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I was so horny now. 'I want to watch.'

'Mate, we also want you to watch us making love to her. We're gonna love every inch of her body, kiss her all over and you will see she will never be the same after we have had her. Bring her in now.'

Dan couldn't wait.

I sent Mona upstairs to freshen up. She put on fresh red lipstick, eye liner, and mascara. I wanted her to look like their bride.

Mona put her scarf over her head and she wore high heels. Mona came downstairs and she looked like a lovely Pakistani bride.

Mona didn't ask any questions. She did as she was told.

Mona slowly entered the lounge holding the dish of custard trifle.

Dan lustfully stared at Mona's beauty. Knowing she had dressed up to serve him and his wife.

'Oh Mona. We've been waiting for you.' Amy was sitting alongside Dan and looked up and down Mona as she entered. Amy's lips parted as she lustfully admired Mona.

Dan couldn't wait to take Mona's clothes off. All evening he had longed to have Mona in his arms, to have his hands all over her body, which he had been staring at all evening.

Amy looked cold as she wrapped her arms around herself. Mona looked at her. 'I will bring you my shawl.' Mona went outside and got her shawl.

She walked up to Amy and bent down placing it carefully over Amy's shoulders. They both smiled at each other. Mona had felt her body tingling from the moment Amy's foot had travelled up her legs.

Dan and Amy parted, making room for my wife between them on the sofa. I sat facing them and I felt weak as my wife submitted to another man and his wife's advances.

Amy knew that Mona had been seduced slowly and she would submit to her and Dan's desires.

Mona could see how much they wanted her and she was feeling weak. She looked at me for strength as I was her guardian. But I had already given her to their desires.

Amy asked Mona for the trifle. Mona slowly filled a bowl with the custard trifle and brought it to Amy.

Dan stared at Mona's trembling body. 'Come and sit with us.'

Mona looked at me and I nodded. 'Go on do what they say.'

Mona's eyes became teary but she walked forward and slowly slid between Dan and Amy.

Amy took the custard from Mona's hands.

Amy stroked Mona's face lovingly. 'You are so beautiful. Pure and innocent.'

Amy was breathing hard as her finger tips caressed Mona's quivering lips. 'Have you ever been kissed by a woman?'

Mona shook her head as she gulped. Amy slowly came forward and kissed Mona's lips. It was a slow sensual kiss.

'Oh my darling, your lips are sweet.'

Mona nodded her head. Amy dipped her finger into the trifle and slowly spread it across Mona's lips. Mona tasted the custard from Amy's finger which went inside Mona's mouth.

Mona began licking Amy's finger slowly and my excitement grew as this sexy white lady was playing with my wife. Mona still had her scarf on and now she was submitting to Amy's desires.

'Kiss me'

Amy kissed Mona's lovely lips as Mona began to kiss her back. Mona felt a strange sensation in her body as this sexy white lady was kissing her lips with passion and desire,

Amy took Mona into her arms, their lips were all over each other. Amy's lips were all over Mona's lips and her tongue went inside Mona's mouth.

Mona felt her excitement growing as she felt Amy's tongue inside her mouth and their tongues began to move over each other's.

Mona's tongue was now inside Amy's mouth as she felt Amy touching her breasts from under her scarf.

Amy slowly took Mona's scarf off her head, and ran her fingers through her hair as they looked at each other intoxicated in passion for each other's bodies.

Mona had never felt desire for another woman before. It was unthinkable but now she wanted to be in Amy's arms and be kissed and licked all over by her.

Amy and Mona came together as they once again kissed passionately as I watched.

Amy was kissing Mona wildly as their noses rubbed against each other's and their saliva was rubbing all over each other's mouths. Amy's lips slowly went down Mona's neck as she slipped her hand under Mona's shalwar.

Mona opened her mouth and moaned, as she felt Amy's fingers rubbing her pussy over her panties.

Mona felt warm and she was horny for Amy's lips and fingers.

'I'm getting you ready for Dan.' Mona looked at Amy and her eyes were showing her bewilderment.

Mona looked at me as Dan took my wife into his arms from behind.

Mona almost resisted being in the arms of another man. But I wanted Dan to have Mona as I watched. Dan's hands began to touch Mona's breasts from behind and he took Mona deeper into his arms. She was breathless as this man fondled her lovely body and whispered into her ear about how beautiful she was.

'Mmmm, what a woman you are.'

Mona had never felt another man's hands on her body before.

Dan brought Mona's face towards his own and he began kissing Mona's lips. His manly hands fondled Mona's boobs as his tongue travelled inside Mona's mouth.

Mona was seduced as she felt his hands fondling her breasts, while Amy came forward and slipped her hand under Mona's wet panties.

Dan and Amy were pleasuring Mona's body and her moans showed me how much she was enjoying them. Her scarf dropped to the floor.

Dan began to disrobe Mona's covered body as he took off her blouse and she resisted being unclothed for a moment. Amy put her finger on Mona's lips. 'Shhhh, we want to kiss your body.'

Mona was in her black bra as she tried to cover her upper body with her arms. Amy took Mona's arms away.

Dan unhooked Mona's bra as he looked at me. 'Your wife's beauty is too much.'

Dan ran his hands over Mona's back as he marvelled at my wife's naked breasts.

'I want to kiss her all over.' Dan said to me as he played with Mona's boobs. Dan began kissing Mona's upper body, licking her lovely breasts, which he held firmly in his hands. He played with her nipples before running his large hands all over her naked back.

Mona was a 36C cup size and her breasts were soft and bouncy. Mona was unclothed and Amy pushed Mona down on to the sofa to lie down, as her hands travelled all over Mona's lovely topless body.

Amy brought her lips to Mona's chocolate brown nipples and she began licking them, her lips were all over Mona's boobs.

Mona was moaning loudly as she felt Amy's mouth all over her body.

Amy took my wife's trouser off, and slid Mona's panties down. She passed them to Dan who smelt Mona's cum on them.

Amy removed her own blouse to reveal her firm chiselled body. Amy's body was a contrast to Mona's body, which was soft and tender.

Amy had a lovely white and pink complexion and she took off her silky white bra. Amy brought Mona's face into her own chest as Mona kissed another woman's body for the first time.

I watched Mona's lips all over Amy's breasts as Mona began sucking Amy's hardened pink nipples. Amy kept Mona's face in her chest as she opened her legs and sat in Mona's lap.

I watched Amy rubbing her breasts against Mona's soft boobs. Amy's breasts were smaller and tight, she began to grind her breasts against Mona's soft bouncy boobs and they both moaned together as they began kissing and licking each other's lips.