Kavita Learns A Lesson

My name is Kavita and I am a young Asian Indian housewife living in California. I have been told that I have a very sexy body. My husband Sanjay loves to display my legs and my shapely boobs to his friends and in public. I am deeply in love with my husband. Like a good Indian wife, I very rarely have the courage to disobey him. Sanjay knows my weakness very well and freely takes advantage of the situation. We have only been married for a couple of years, and I have always been a devoted wife. Sanjay is a good husband, a good provider and very generous in giving me gifts and letting me buy the clothes and jewelry that I want.

In return, I have to sometimes indulge him by doing various things that turn him on. When we are not in company of conservative friends, he makes me wear revealing clothes where my young body is exhibited as much as possible, even occasionally crossing the line of obscenity. He also has told me to buy short skirts, see-through blouses, push-up bras, skimpy panties and other sexy lingerie. I love to wear both western style clothes and traditional Indian clothes like saris. When I wear skirts and dresses, Sanjay allows me to wear only a tiny string bikini or thong panties so that if anybody happens to get a peek under my skirt, he will have an eyeful. He also wants me to keep my pussy shaved at all times. I know this sounds restrictive, but like I said, I am in love with him, and being his wife, I trust his judgment on what I should wear and how I behave in public.

On our last vacation we went to Las Vegas and stayed in a posh hotel/casino on the strip. Sanjay's colleague from work, Nick, was also in Las Vegas at the time. They planned the vacation together so that they could gamble at the casinos together. Sanjay and Nick work at the same company, and they also hang out together a lot, playing golf and going out for drinks after work often. Nick was staying in the same hotel, and on the same floor as us.

Nick is an Italian-American guy originally from New York. He is a divorcee and is about ten years older than Sanjay. Nick was a frequent visitor at our house, but I never liked him because he always seemed very cocky and full of himself. He would often give me lecherous looks. Whenever he came to our house, he would always hug me longer than necessary and he would always try to move his hands on my back way down like he is trying to grab my butt. He also swears a lot and uses very crude language. I think he is a bad influence on Sanjay. Sanjay seems to think he is a great guy, however. Every time Nick has dinner with us, Sanjay always makes me wear an Indian blouse-sari set because Nick says that he likes to see me in a sari. I have to wear a very small, tight Indian blouse of thin material so that curves of my boobs are clearly visible. All my blouses are cut low in the back and front so my back is bare and my cleavage shows in front. Sanjay makes me tie my sari so low that it is always below my belly button. Also, I am only allowed to wear a thin white bra so that my nipples are clearly visible through the material. Every time I serve Nick drinks, I have to bend down in front of him, and my sari would slide down from my shoulder giving him a clear view of my boobs.

I complained to Sanjay many times and asked him not to make me wear sexy clothes in front of Nick but he does not listen to me. As a result, every time Nick is in our house, he always tries to undress me with his eyes. Many times I told Sanjay that Nick looks at me with lusty eyes and that I don't like him. He always replied that I should treat it like he is just paying me a compliment and I should be grateful.

He would ask, "Besides, Nick is a single guy, so what's the harm in letting him enjoy looking at your hot sexy body?" I am a sucker for flattery, and I generally get excited hearing this from my husband, so I never seriously objected to Nick's lusting for my body. Also, I have to admit that Nick is kind of good-looking, with a good athletic build, so it was kind of flattering to know that he liked my looks.

Anyway, here we were in Vegas and Sanjay called Nick and told him to meet us at the Blackjack tables area after dinner. Sanjay told me that he wanted me to stand out among the crowd in the casino, so he told me to wear a green sari with a matching sleeveless blouse. The blouse was made of very thin material and had three buttons in the front. It was cut so deep and tight that my boobs thrust out very clearly, and nearly half of my boobs were visible. I carefully covered my boobs with my sari. Sanjay told me to tie my sari way low so that most of my torso would be bare. He also told me to wear my 4-inch black stiletto heels. They weren't very comfortable, but he said they made my ass wiggle very provocatively when I walked. It was a very warm day, so I didn't wear any stockings, but wore just a pair of thong panties. I knew Nick was going to have fun looking me over, but heck I was with my husband so I did not care.

Nick came down the same time as we did, and just like I thought, his eyes bulged when he saw my outfit. Lots of other guys at the casino were also giving me looks, but I did not care. Sanjay bought me a margarita and he and Nick started playing. I was watching the game and enjoying the drink. I have to admit that I have a weakness for margaritas; I cannot say no to them. Sanjay knows this but he kept buying me more. By 10 O'clock in the night, I had finished my third margarita and was feeling very drunk. Also, all those margaritas were making me want to pee. I tried to go to the restroom, but when I tried to get up from my seat, I realized I was far too drunk to walk straight, especially with my heels on. I waited for some more time until I couldn't bear it any more.

Finally when Sanjay came over to talk to me, I whispered in his ear, "Honey I need to go pee."

"Then go," Sanjay said.

I said, "I am too drunk, please take me to the restroom."

Sanjay was enjoying the game, so he got a little irritated. In my drunken state, I heard Sanjay say in a rather loud voice, "Kavita, I can't leave now, I am in the middle of a game here."

Nick asked Sanjay, "What's the matter Sanjay?"

Sanjay said loudly, "She needs to go pee but I can't leave the game now." I felt so embarrassed that Nick and others at the table knew about my full bladder.

Nick said "No problem. I will help her out, if you don't mind?"

Sanjay said, "Of course not, But she is too drunk. I don't think she can go to the ladies room by herself."

Nick said " No problem, she can use my room."

Sanjay said, "Okay, just take care of her while I finish the game."

Next thing I remember, Nick was grabbing my arm and lifting me from my seat. As soon as I stood up, I realized I had no strength to walk straight and felt I may fall down unless I hold on to something. I must have grabbed Nick's shoulder. I thought I saw a big smile on Nick's face. Like I told you, I did not like this guy at all, but here I was helpless. So I grabbed his arm and shoulder tightly with my hand so I would not fall. Nick put an arm around my waist and pulled me to him so that my body was touching his body. For safety, I had to cling to him. You know I am a good Indian wife and I would never cheat on my husband so I was very careful to avoid too much body contact.

As he was dragging me to the elevator, I distinctly remember his hand grabbing my butt. At that time, I did not see any harm in that. After all, the guy left his game for me, so I thought he deserved to have some fun. I remember Nick pressing the elevator button and we had to wait several minutes for the elevator. While we waited, I tried to take off my heels but Nick told me firmly to keep them on. I think he was enjoying my discomfort. I had a feeling that till I go back to my husband I would be at his mercy. And I was correct. I think I was having trouble just standing straight. Next thing I remember was that my head was buried in Nick's chest and my eyes were closed. He hugged and held me tight, with every inch of my body touching his body. He was massaging my back and occasionally my butt. I could feel his erect cock touching my stomach through my sari. My bladder was getting fuller and I started to worry about peeing before we got to Nick's room. I wrapped my hands around his waist for support and my boobs were pressed up against him. I was very much in a drunken haze, so I am not sure when the elevator door opened because my head was buried in his chest and he was holding and massaging my buttocks. I can not tell you if any one saw us in that state or if anyone came out of the elevators but I remember that we were alone in the elevator as the doors were closing.

As I was getting into the elevator, I tripped on my sari and I almost fell, but Nick grabbed me roughly by my hands and brought me back up. In my drunken state, my sari's folds were getting undone and I was in no position to put them back on. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Nick made me stand up by the side of the elevator so that his hands were free. Then he pulled on my sari and started taking it off.

I was taken aback by this and I could hear myself mumbling meekly, "Nick, please do not do this. Nick why are you doing this? Nick, please someone will come, I am feeling so ashamed."

Nick said firmly, "Kavita, I do not want you to trip on your sari anymore, so it is better to take it off for your own safety. Besides, you need to pee very soon, so we need to take it off anyway. I don't want you to pee on your sari and ruin it."

I had no resistance left in me. I begged him, "Nick, can you do it in your room? Please, I am feeling very shy. Don't take my sari off here. Someone may come."

Nick ignored my pleas, "Oh! Come on Kavita, it is late at night. No one is going to come, trust me." He raised both my hands above my head and pinned them firmly with one hand. With his other hand, he pulled on my sari till it was just a pile of cloth at my feet. Now, I was standing in the elevator in my thin blouse and matching green petticoat. He looked me up and down and grinned while still holding up my hands. I was so ashamed to have this rotten guy take advantage of me, but there was nothing I could do. After all, he was my husband's friend. Then he pulled on the thread holding my petticoat. Pretty soon, my petticoat was also on the floor leaving me with just my thong panties from below my waist. My panties were so tiny that it must have left almost nothing to his imagination. I knew he must have had fun looking at my pubic muff visible though my panties.

To my horror, the elevator door then opened and two men got in. I think I shrieked, which made the situation worse. I flung my nearly nude body at Nick and clung to him and buried my face in his chest asking him to please cover me so that I will not have to face them. He obliged me gladly with his hands now on my totally naked buttocks. They were a couple of guys from the hotel security staff and they asked Nick if everything is all right. Nick told them that everything is okay, except that I had too much to drink and peed in my clothes so he had to take them off. I was so embarrassed. The guys must have assumed that I was Nick's girlfriend.

One of the guys then asked me, "Ma'am, are you alright?" To add to my embarrassment, Nick made me turn around to face the guys and tell them that I was okay. They seemed very amused by my predicament. I promptly turned back and again buried my face in Nick's chest. I was sure that the men were staring at my bare buttocks, but Nick did nothing to cover me up. I had to stay pressed against this guy that I hated for the next few floors, while he was fondling my buttocks and showing me off to other two men. I could feel his cock on my stomach. All three males in the elevators were smiling and exchanging glances. I was feeling so humiliated that I decided to close my eyes, which relaxed me.

I said to myself: "This is a bad dream, these men would disappear. If I don't see them they don't see me." Finally, our floor came and Nick dragged me out of the elevator virtually lifting me because I was clinging to him so closely. We were in the hallway with rooms on both sides. The hall was empty and nobody was in sight. He left me standing against the wall and then took his time folding my sari and petticoat neatly. It seemed to take forever, and I was so worried that some other hotel guests will see me in this state. After he was done, he grabbed my arm and started to unbutton my tiny sleeveless blouse.

Being the faithful wife that I am, I protested, "Nick, please don't do this." He responded by ignoring me and opening all the buttons on my blouse, and then took off my blouse completely. He probably had a clear view of my boobs popping out of my black push-up bra. I did not say a word. Now I felt so exposed with my boobs spilling out of my bra. He folded my blouse and kept it with my sari. I did not have pantyhose or stockings, and I felt so naked wearing just my lacy black bra, matching thong panties and stiletto heels. He then made me walk slowly past several rooms. I could hear people talking inside the rooms and I was so afraid that somebody would come out and see me.

We finally reached Nick's room. Nick took his time opening the door. Finally I was inside the room. In my drunken condition, I tried to console myself, "Okay, that is it, he cannot do much now. He has had his fun." I rushed towards his bathroom because I wanted to pee so badly.

Nick stopped me, "Not so fast, Kavita."

I begged, "Nick, please I have to go pee, can I go to the bathroom?"

Nick grinned wickedly, "Yes Kavita, you can. But first, take off your panties. I don't want you to ruin your panties."

I pleaded, "Can I do it in the bathroom?"

Nick would have none of it, "Oh come on, you are a big girl, don't be shy, give me your panties." I felt I had no choice but to obey him, which I did. I bent over and pulled my panties down, In the process, I almost fell down but thanks to Nick who held me tightly I was able to take off my panties without collapsing. I then handed him my panties reluctantly.

He then said, "Why don't you take off your bra as well. I am going to put you to bed here. You are in no position to go back to your husband now." I hesitated, but he made me unhook the snaps of my bra and give it to him. I was now fully naked, except for my heels and jewelry, and I discovered to my shock that he had left his room door wide open, so anyone who passed by had a great view of me in my birthday suit. I felt so exposed, especially since my pussy was shaved cleanly. I again tried to go to the bathroom, but he made me wait for several more minutes while he arranged my undergarments and put them with my other clothes and placed them in his closet.

Finally, when I thought I couldn't hold it any more, Nick took me to the toilet and made me sit on the seat.

I said, "You can leave now."

Nick wasn't going to leave. "I think I will stay, I'm not taking any chances in your state," Nick said. "I told Sanjay I will take care of you," he added. At that time I did not care, I had to go then, so I peed right in front of Nick. As I was peeing, Nick spread my knees apart to examine my hairless pussy closely and smiled. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. When I was done, he took some toilet paper and wiped my pussy clean.

He then took me to the bedroom and said, "I don't think I will take you back to your husband now, Kavita. You can sleep in my bed." He added, "I don't have any pajamas, so just sleep naked." He then asked me, "Are you sure you stopped peeing? Your pussy still seems wet."

I was so ashamed. I said, "No, I am okay."

He said, "Kavita, lie down on the bed and spread your legs. I want to make sure that you are dry. I don't want you to wet my bed."

I didn't know what to say. I was just feeling dizzy. He eased me onto the bed. I closed my eyes and spread my legs so he could examine my pussy. I never thought that I would be naked in front of Nick and allow him to look at my bare pussy. By this time I realized that I was totally at his mercy and I better obey what he says. I do not remember what Nick was doing in my pussy. I think he was massaging my clit and putting his fingers in my hole. I think all that alcohol had made me a little horny. I must have been moaning a little in my drunken state because Nick knew I was now his sex toy. I only remember that I was feeling great, and I was feeling my pussy getting wet, but then I don't remember what happened. I think I passed out or drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was. Since Nick's hotel room was identical to ours, I thought that I was in our room. I was so glad to see Sanjay at my side.

I threw myself against him and said, "Oh Sanjay, thank God you are back. I am so ashamed. That bastard Nick took off my clothes and humiliated me." Little did I know that Nick was sitting on the couch hearing all this. I was dismayed to see Sanjay suddenly become angry with me.

Sanjay said in a raised voice, "Kavita, I don't know what you are talking about. Nick here has been so nice to you. It's not his fault that you got drunk and peed all over yourself. He left the game to take care of you. He has even put you to bed so that you will be safe. I think you owe him an apology." When I realized I had made a big mistake and angered both of them, I started crying.

Sanjay would have none of that. He said, "Kavita, stop your silliness right now, and go apologize to Nick." I didn't know what to say, so I wiped my tears and got up. I realized then that I was buck-naked.

I pleaded with Sanjay, "Please, can I get some clothes or a blanket to cover up?"

Sanjay was still furious, "No, Nick has already seen you naked, so what are you so embarrassed about?" I had no choice but to go over to Nick, who was grinning widely.

I was so mad at him that I wanted to hit him, but instead I hugged him and said in a meek voice, "Nick, I am so sorry, can you forgive me?"

He was really enjoying this. "Okay Kavita, I will forgive you, but how are you going to make it up to me for what you just said?" I was confused and looked at Sanjay because I had no idea what he meant.

Sanjay then said, "Nick's right Kavita, I think he deserves something in return for what he did for you. I'll tell you what; I want to go back to the tables to play a couple more rounds. Why don't you stay here with Nick and do what he says? I'll be back in an hour." I couldn't believe what he was saying. The last thing I wanted was to be left alone with Nick again. But I didn't want to upset Sanjay, so I agreed. Sanjay smiled, kissed me and left. He winked at me as he was leaving and said, "Now be a good girl and make sure that you are nice to Nick, Okay?" I was so afraid to see him leave, because I had no idea what Nick was going to do to me.

As soon as Sanjay left, Nick closed the door, grabbed me by the arm and said, "You have such a smart mouth, don't you? Well, let's see what else you've got." He had such a wicked grin on his face, I knew I was in trouble. He eyed me, standing barefoot with not a stitch to cover me, from my head to my toes. I am sure he liked what he saw.

He said, "Kavita, I want you to spread your legs wide apart." I nervously did as I was told. He continued, "Very good, now bend over and touch the floor, and hold the position until I tell you, okay?"

"Oh my god," I thought to myself, "This is going to be worse than I thought." But I had no choice, so I obeyed him. He walked around me, examining me from every angle. I knew that he had a really obscene view of my pussy and butt from behind, and I was so ashamed of myself. He ran his disgusting hands all over my butt and between my legs, feeling up every nook and corner. Although I was dying of shame, I had to admit that his fingers felt pretty good when he rubbed my pussy and clit. I squirmed and struggled hard to stay in position while he poked his disgusting fingers everywhere from behind me. He then stood up and rubbed his crotch on my butt, and then leaned over and grabbed my boobs and played with them. He cupped them in each hand roughly and tweaked my nipples hard with his fingers. I always liked having my nipples played with, so I had to suppress a moan to make sure that he didn't think I was enjoying it.

Finally he let me stand up straight and faced me. Then he said, "Well, Kavita, I think you need to learn to have some respect for your husband's friends, don't you think?"

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded meekly. He switched on the TV and grabbed a beer from the mini-bar. He then sat on the couch, took off his shoes and socks, and started unbuttoning his jeans.

He grabbed his crotch obscenely and grinned at me, "Honey, why don't you come over here and have a taste of this?"

I was disgusted. He wanted to drink a beer and watch TV while I sucked his cock! There was no way I was going to degrade myself this way. But then I remembered what Sanjay had told me before he left, and I was not so sure. Nick got out of his jeans and then started taking off his underwear. I knew Nick was serious, so I dared not to anger him again.

Nick saw my hesitation and said, "Hey baby, you don't have to act so innocent. I know how much you like to suck cock." I was mortified when I realized that Sanjay must have told him that about me. It was true that ever since Sanjay taught me to give him a blowjob during our honeymoon, I had always enjoyed doing it for him. Whenever Sanjay wanted me to suck him, which was often, I always obliged him like a devoted wife.

Nick was showing signs of impatience. I figured I had no choice so I knelt down in front of Nick. It was so humiliating to have to kneel down naked in front of Nick who I detested so much. Although I was so mad at him, I could not take my eyes off his cock, which was so erect it looked like it was about to burst. I had never seen any other cock except my husband's, so I was fascinated. His cock was longer and thicker than Sanjay's, and it looked very different. I later realized that it was because he was circumsized, and his white skin made it look very exotic to me. I also noticed that Nick had strong muscular legs and a tight abdomen. I knew he lifted weights regularly, so I was not surprised.

He brought his cock towards my mouth and said, "Kavita, now be a nice girl and open your mouth."

I figured I was going to have to do this anyway, so I might as well do a good job. At least that way, he won't be so angry with me. I held his cock with my left hand, and took the head of his cock into my mouth. His cock was so thick I could barely wrap my fingers around it. I had to admit that his cock felt nice and warm in my mouth. I instinctively wrapped my lips tightly against the head of his cock and started bobbing up and down, like Sanjay had taught me.

Nick sat back on the couch and sipped his beer, and started flipping channels on the TV without paying too much attention to me. Nick would look at me once in a while and seemed very pleased with what I was doing with my mouth.

He would occasionally run his fingers over my hair and face and say disgusting things like, "That's my girl" and "Oh baby, suck it hard." I took his cock into my mouth as deeply as I could while also stroking him up and down with my right hand, and started caressing his balls with my other hand. When I gave Sanjay blowjobs, he would usually come within a couple of minutes. But Nick did not seem to be in any hurry to come, so I had to work extra hard to stimulate him. I knew I was doing a good job, and that he was really enjoying it. I was starting to like the feel of his cock throbbing in my mouth but I tried not to appear too eager. Nick would make me stop every once in a while and tell me to lick the underside of his cock, or to take his balls into my mouth, or to flick my tongue across the head of his cock. I was determined to please him, so I obliged willingly.

After about half an hour, my mouth and jaw were starting to get sore. I could feel his cock throbbing hard and I knew he was about to come. Sanjay always liked me to swallow when he came in my mouth, and I figured that Nick would probably like the same. Nick finally grunted loudly and started squirting his come in large spurts into my mouth. I tried hard to keep my lips wrapped around his cock and swallowed hard so I wouldn't have to taste his cum in my mouth for very long, but he came so much that some of it dripped down my chin. Nick made me lick his cock clean, and I swallowed the last drop of cum from his cock.

He seemed very pleased with me, and said, "Baby, that was awesome. I never believed Sanjay when he said what a fine cocksucker you are." I didn't know whether to be flattered or ashamed, so I just smiled shyly.

I figured that Nick finally got what he wanted, so I asked him sweetly if I could have my clothes back.

He wasn't going to be that easy. He said, "Kavita, you must be kidding if you think I'm not going to have a feel of that fine brown pussy of yours."

I couldn't believe that he was actually going to fuck me. I never thought that Sanjay would let him do that to me. Nick was slowly stroking his cock, which had gone soft, and was now getting hard again. He made me get down on all fours on the floor, and spread my knees widely and had me place my face on the floor till my butt was sticking up in the air. He knelt behind me and felt me up again and inserted a finger into my pussy, which was dripping wet. I couldn't believe that I had gotten so wet. Usually I would get horny while blowing Sanjay and soak my panties. Since I wasn't wearing anything now, my juices were starting to drip down my legs. I guess the effect of alcohol together with the feel of Nick's cock in my mouth had made me quite horny. I was so ashamed that Nick found out.

He said, "Boy, you are leaking like a faucet. You are one horny slut, aren't you? I'm sure what you really need now is a good, hard dick in your cunt, and guess what, that's what I'm going to give you, so get ready."

I was so humiliated that he was talking to me like this and that he was going to take me in this most humiliating position. He spread my knees even wider apart and thrust his cock into me steadily until it was all the way in. His cock felt so big inside me that I could feel my pussy getting stretched around it. It felt wonderful to have my pussy filled so completely, but I was determined not to let him know that I was enjoying it.

He said, "Oh baby, you have such a tight cunt. I'm sure you like my cock in your cunt, don't you?"

I didn't say a word. He started pounding into me with a steady rhythm. He grabbed my waist firmly and rocked my ass back against him as he thrust into me, until we were rocking together in rhythm. He kept going and I was getting breathless and started panting.

Every few minutes he would pause and spank my butt with the palm of his hand so hard that I would cry out in pain. He'd yell, "You slut, this ought to teach you a lesson." He continued pounding into me until I started to feel a familiar tingling in my loins and felt my orgasm building inside me.

Despite myself, I moaned loudly as I came. Nick kept up his rhythm and he pounded into me hard even as I moaned loudly. I still had some effect of the alcohol left in me and I felt lightheaded. Nick seemed to have great stamina and he kept going until he made me come two more times. Each time I moaned and screamed loudly and it only seemed to encourage him even more to fuck me harder. Finally I had no strength left in me to rock back against him, and I collapsed on the floor. Nick then rolled me onto my back, held one of my legs up with his hand, and continued to fuck me vigorously.

Finally when he was about to come, he pulled out of me and knelt over me to straddle my body and kept stroking his cock just inches away from my face. In my ultimate humiliation, he finally ejaculated all over my face, even squirting his cum on my eyes, hair and ears. When he was done coming, he made me open my mouth and lick him clean for the second time. This time he inserted his cock deep into my mouth until I felt it back in my throat and I started gagging. I could taste my own pussy juice on his cock, and I cleaned him completely. He left me on the floor for some more time with my face covered with his cum. He had a smug look on his face and I knew he enjoyed humiliating me completely. He put his clothes back on and finished his beer and only then let me go to the bathroom to clean up.

When I came out, Sanjay was back and he and Nick were talking and laughing excitedly. I was sure they were talking about me.

Sanjay hugged me and said, "Hey sweetie, Nick tells me that that you've been a really good girl. I'm so proud of you." I cringed when I saw Nick grinning from ear to ear. I was still naked.

Nick gave my clothes to Sanjay, except for my thong panties, which he wanted to keep as a souvenir. Sanjay let him keep it, but only after he and Nick took turns smelling my panties to see if I had really peed in it. I was so ashamed. Sanjay borrowed one of Nick's shirts to cover me up. He made me kiss Nick good night and took me back to our room wearing just the shirt and my heels.

When we got back, Sanjay seemed hornier than he had been in a long time. He promptly took off his clothes and my shirt. He then threw me on the couch, lifted and spread my legs, and entered me.

As he was fucking me he said, "Kavita, you should be really proud. Nick said that you are the best fuck he's ever had, and you know that he has fucked dozens of girls." I was embarrassed and flattered at the same time. With that he came hard, pumping his cum into my pussy.

We left Vegas the next morning and I didn't see Nick until the next week, when he came over to hang out with Sanjay. He flashed me a knowing smile when he saw me and I was so embarrassed I couldn't look him in the eye. Whenever I saw him later, I was reminded of how he humiliated me, but since I had learned my lesson, I always treated him warmly and with respect.

Innocent Days

I wasn't really a slut. My husband was in America working for some software assignment. But Pune seemed to have changed during his absence. All this sexual revolution stuff going around. It touched me in an unusual manner.

We had rented an ancient house in one of those country side parks that were not upwardly communities. I'd barely gotten to know my neighbors before my husband, Yash was sent to America. Those were lonely days for me. It was fall and there was a chill in the air, as cold as my bed was at night. I was only nineteen, and my teenage juices were running like the sap in spring.

One afternoon, after I'd been alone about a month, a man who lived further back into the street, asked me if I would like to pick raw mangoes with him. Actually between his house and mine there was a mangoe orchard. I was hanging clothes on the line and he introduced himself as Dinoj. I shook hands with him and told him mine was Manisha. "My wife's got a busted leg," he'd said. "But she can make a damn fine mangoe pie. 'Preciate your help."

Without too much thought about it, I agreed. Dinoj seemed like a nice-enough man; in his thirties, square-jawed and handsome in a rugged way. His long hair was too long for my taste, but his eyes were warm and brown. He looked like an aging hippie, except that he wore khaki pants and a red flannel shirt, was clean and neatly dressed. There was a beery smell about him however, a masculine musk. "I'll just change out of this dress," I said.

"No need, Manisha," Dinoj said. "You won't get dirty."

"We have to shake the mangoes loose," Dinoj said. "You're small, can you climb the tree?" I felt a warmth spreading in my lower belly, a heat between my legs. We were all alone and his smile was soft and easy. He appeared slightly drunk.

The mangoes clattered like dried nuts in the chill wind as he lifted me into the fork of one giant old mangoe tree. His hands around my waist felt big and the strength in his arms was amazing. Then he stabilized my footing by holding my ankles to each side of the forked branches. I was painfully conscious of my underwear being visible to him below. I hadn't worn a slip, just my bra and panties.

I felt his grip tighten as I attempted to scale the rough bark of the limb on my right. Then of his hand moving higher, to my calf. A gentle pressure, an upward bunching of my muscle. My foot slipped. His hand did not hold me upright, rather, it slid further up my leg to just above the knee.

Was it me? Did I truly not know what was happening, what I was doing as I lowered myself to his sliding palm? Dinoj's hands felt rough and calloused as they slid up my legs to the fork of my own body, inverted branches like the mangoe tree's. I honestly don't know. I don't remember or don't wish to remember how much resistance I put up as his large, warm hand cupped my mound.

But I do remember the feeling of helplessness to control what was happening to my body. And therein lay the key to my sense of wantonness. Because my body reacted willfully on its own, a traitorous desire against my mind, betraying my expressed fidelity.


"Ah" he whispered. "So beautiful." Caressing. Touching. Feeling. My young juices sloshed about in my budding vulva of their own volition. I was powerless to stop the need. Not a word was spoken as I lowered my bottom onto his waiting hand. My vagina was wet, palpitating with animal need.

He slipped my underpants to one side and his finger slid into me easily. My legs trembled and my feet slipped further down the branches of the tree. He was in me all the way and he slipped a second finger into my slickened pussy.

I looked down. Growing from his khaki clad groin, his erection appeared immense. He stroked himself as he worked his finger in me. My juices soiled his hand when he withdrew and a spreading patch of moisture wet his groin. He lifted me and lay me flat on my back.

I was speechless and crossed my arms over my heaving breasts protectively. I had never encountered such apparent male rutting lust as he exuded. "No!" I exclaimed as firmly as I could muster.

Dinoj used his eyes like weapons, like staccato gun fire, a bursting fusillade of meanings, literally filling the air between us as he uttered the single word,"Yes." And then they softened, drew me in. I fell tumbling headlong into those warm eyes which replaced the blazing contrails of his lust. Something like an ensheathing glove of soft flesh crept up my body, setting every raw red nerve on edge. I teetered on some brink of myself for only a moment longer. It seemed as though a numbness overcame me, a blurring in my eyes and a deep thrumming in my head. I sighed.

Dinoj knelt down on the ground beside me and put his hands on his hips like a army man. "Take my cock out and suck it for me," he ordered in the manner of that same simile, although a little slurred.

In my own defense, I was terrified. I'm a slight person, weighing between 45 and 55 kgs all my life. My husband had referred to me as "doll-like", and I can't argue with that description. My long hair was what he'd said had made him fall in love with me.


My hands shook as I fumbled with his zipper. When I succeeded in dragging Dinoj's dick out, I thought my heart would burst out of my chest. He had a fire hose for a penis and as much foreskin as I've ever seen on any man. His uncircumcised skin formed a huge nozzle over the flaring knob and lubricating drool oozed out in copious amounts. His penis was veiny and the shaft was like a roadmap of bluish worms.

"Skin me back," Dinoj mumbled. His sweetish breath was hot in my face. His penis felt feverish in my hand. I clutched the shaft and pulled back his skin, feeling like thick rubber and slippery on the bone. I felt his flesh skimming over the veins as I drew back his foreskin and unhooded his bright red knob. He was lubricating as much as some men come, drooling strands of clear oil actually dripping from his maleness.

"Lick on it, open your pretty lips and suck me," he whispered. My husband had asked me to suck him off one time, and I'd tried, not really wanting to. But I found myself actually craving to taste this man's cock. So I sank my mouth down onto his penis and held my fist against my lips, stroking up and down as I sucked slowly on the blood-engorged shank of his incredible maleness. His lubricating juice was mellow on my tongue. He sighed contentedly.

Then he reached over and caressed my breasts through the the thin material of my yellow dress which had fallen slightly open. My nipples stiffened inside my brassier, and he pinched and twisted them gently between his fingers. He held his oversized penis in his fist and growled, "I want to fuck you, Manisha."

I could only bite my lips and quiver. He pulled open the buttons of my dress and dug his calloused palms into my cleavage, began to chew his way to my breasts. His breath assaulted my senses as I thrashed in his grasp. I was no match for his absolute insistence and though I attempted to stop myself, I felt my body trembling under his heated mouth. He removed my bra and roughly pushed my panties down to my ankles. I was the one who kicked them off.

As if under a spell, I slumped in his embrace and allowed him to caress my belly, my breasts, down, down between my legs, his hand gently sought my warmth, my juices flowing. I was powerless. I must continue to reaffirm that, I must say it again and again. If only for myself. I was powerless.

I allowed my legs to be stretched open on the ground where he tenderly licked between my thighs, up and down, nibbling on the insides, his tongue a heated organ. In all honesty, I was wet for him. I splayed my legs as wide as they would go and pulled his head to my center. His darting tongue was like a squirming fish at my hole, feasting inside my vaginal lips. I arched my spine and gave myself to him.

He came off me and his lips were moist and hot as he kissed me and I tasted the juices of myself. I sucked out his tongue. He grappled with his pants and pushed them down below his ass. He penetrated my clitoris like a succulent clam, his penis moist and dripping juices, near liquefying my vagina. And I likened his gentle coupling to the sea, a wash of soft foamy waves, cresting and breaking over me. The very air was suffused with such humidity, it was as if I drowned in him, his vastness like the ocean's, tossing and rolling on the heaving body of
water I had become.

Indeed his body seemed of the sea, his gonads, growing like treasures from the sea; oysters, scallops, the yielding firmness of unshelled mussels. He smelled and tasted eternal like the sea, liquid and saline, moist juices in unexpected places, faintly sea-weedish, salty shoreline smells wafting from every pore. He had clam-like buttocks of dewy assflesh, smooth as the skin of an eel's as I pulled him into me.

And it. That. That which penetrated me relentlessly, which rode me like a wanton hag, seared my nether depths with a burning intensity unlike any I'd experienced in my life. Sheathed inside my trembling body like a great ship mooring to harbor, skillfully docking with a precision as though this man knew the deepest pits of my being and played them like a mighty orchestra. Then a single willing instrument.

Dinoj played my body like a guitar and my heart like a violin. His round ass -globes, flexing, alternately taut and relaxed, driving me, driving himself, driving us, over the precipice of simple sex and down into a veritable pit of lust. His rough, calloused hands stroked my heaving breasts, the scabbed flesh of their palms, drawing my nipples to ever greater sensitivity. I felt every scabrous inch of skin tingle throughout my entire midsection and there was no patch of my flesh left unaroused.

I consigned myself to dying in this man's arms. Again and again he brought me up and spilling out in jerking spasms of a turbulent climatic fury, only to ebb then surge anew with ever increasing intensity, like a performing puppet, yanked this way and that by a demented puppeteer, I came time and time again in his arms. His cock battered my depths.

Dinoj fed on my body as an animal might, seeming to draw sustenance from each shuddering release, goading him to greater heights of endurance. Then he frantically jabbed and mercilessly stabbed at my clitoris, making me come in stuttering bursts as he pumped my trigger like an automatic rifle. And when his shattering ejaculation filled me, I began hopelessly sobbing. Whether at myself or him, I would be unable to say.

And oh, Lord, what the man did with me then. With a sure knowledge far beyond anything I'd experienced with my husband, he took me into the gloriously sun -washed realms of anti-climactic ecstasy. No man had ever had the prescience to do this before, or rather, not the desire or knowledge that a woman can respond in this manner. But almost as if Dinoj were a woman, he sensed every nuance of that part of me lying fallow beyond the physical repletion. Far past the exhausted reservoirs of sexual contentment, Dinoj led me through tunnels and alleyways of myself that even I had been unaware of. This was more than the
delicate stroking and tender murmuring he kept washing into my ears in a steady flowing stream like the warmest of honey. More it was as if he became part of me.

Afterward, we lay there in the chill, and I felt remorseful. "Now let's get those mangoes," he said, playfully tousling my hair. "And then tonight, you're gonna come over to taste the best mangoe pie you ever had."

I must have been the most naive woman in the world, because when I arrived at Dinoj and Farzhana's house, they were both clad in only their underwear. And I thought it merely odd. Farzhana wore a filmy and transparent slip, red, her single piece of lingerie. She had a knee brace on her left leg, so Dinoj had been truthful about that. I could see the dark mass of her pubic patch as she welcomed me into the tiny living room. She was a petite lady, around thirty and her coal-black hair fell in soft coils over her shoulders. She wore a pink lipstick, making her fleshy lips look moist and wet. There was a knowing gleam in her penetrating, near-black eyes.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable, honey," Farzhana said, nodding at my skirt and white blouse. "Dinoj's told me a lot about you."

He couldn't have! Surely not, I thought. Told her he'd fucked me! If anything, their house was smaller than mine, with only a single couch to be seen. Farzhana guided me to it and sat me squarely in the middle, she and Dinoj sitting to each side. If there had been any doubt in my mind about their intentions, they soon evaporated as Dinoj placed his arm across my shoulders. Farzhana sat so close to me that I felt her body heat the length of my figure. And then she placed her hand on my knee.

"Dinoj tells me you're a wild little thing, Manisha," she murmured, her voice throaty and seductive. "I love wild things, don't I, hon?" Her hand drifted down my leg, coyly pressing her long red fingernails against my nylons.

"We both love wild things," Dinoj said softly into my ear. He began nibbling on my ear lobe, swabbing my ear with his tongue. He pulled me closer to him. Farzhana's hand had moved up under my skirt and was caressing my inner thighs, my moist opening. She started to pull my pantyhose down, and I lifted my bottom from the couch. Their touches were inflaming me from my scalp to my soles.

Dinoj began kissing me with that maddening tongue, wriggling the tip of it deep in my mouth like a rattlesnake's tail, flicking my tonsils. Farzhana was hastily undressing me. With the sure, quick hands of an experienced woman, she stripped me naked all the while her husband fucked me in the mouth with his tongue.

Dinoj came off my lips and watched his wife as she began licking and slobbering between my legs. "Lick that cunt," he whispered gutturally. "Ah, yeah, baby, eat that good pussy."

He cupped my breasts in his hands and fed on my nipples with his teeth, nipping gently, just to the verge of pain, an exquisite sharpness which spread like white heat across my bosom. Their hands seemed to have a thousand fingers which stroked and probed into all the secret hollows of my body and sex.

Farzhana mouth planted on my vagina was the best thing I've ever felt, her tongue, a darting snake into the deepest pit of my sex-pocket. Dinojs' white briefs strained from his groin as the thin material sheathed his growing erection. Farzhana clutched at the hardening mass and freed the cockhead from his waistband. Dinoj stripped them off impatiently. Then, still feeding in my vagina, she blindly sought my trembling hand and directed it onto his hard cock. Her hand covered mine as we stroked him in a languid pumping motion.

Dinoj held my face to his. He stuck out his tongue and wagged it lewdly from side to side, wetting his lips and slobbering a bit. "Do you wanna suck my cock?" he asked lasciviously.

I had begun melting inside, my organs loosened and quaking under the silken ecstasy of Farzhana electrifying mouth on my pussy. I twisted sideways on the couch, one leg draped to the floor, spread-eagled, with the other leg thrown to the back of the seat, my head lolling against Dinoj, and Farzhana bringing me to the first jolting climax. I arched my pelvis and almost screamed with delight as the shuddering tremors ran through my groin. Dinoj squatted up on the end of the couch, his legs bent and spread, cock jutting almost to his knees. I brought my face to his cock. Dinoj gently wedged the fat head between my lips.

Then Dinoj took both hands off my head and skinned his cock back and it felt like something being born inside my mouth, a slow unsheathing of the swollen plum, swelling even further and becoming smoother, wetter. I felt the tiny nubbles of his excited organ on my tongue, pebbled flesh causing friction as he wedged more meat inside. There was no way any woman could have taken much of the shaft, and Dinoj seemed to be satisfied for me to hold the head and swab it with my tongue.

I pushed his hands aside and put both of mine around his shank, and tried to suck as much dick as I could. Dinoj began swaying his hips from side to side, up and down and around like you would a screwdriver trying to gouge a larger hole in a wall. The flange of his knob was wedged in back of my teeth, my lips locked onto it. His immense balls hung low in their bag, swinging against my chin as he thrust his loins against my face.

Farzhana was finger-fucking herself as she speared her long tongue deep into my spiraling depths. She suddenly came off my pussy and let out a long, wavering sigh, shivering with pleasure, her eyes closed, climaxing and masturbating herself more swiftly. Her mouth opened and she groaned, "Aahhhh, yes!"

Dinoj pulled my mouth off his cock. "Let's get to bed, I'm getting close to cumming."

In less time than it takes to set down, we three were plugged together like serial lights on a Christmas tree. I was on the bed on my back, legs spread and Dinoj penetrated my juicy vagina with ease. His immense cock filled me so deeply, I feared he was pushing his cockhead into my belly. It was a whole new experience for me, but they awakened some hidden craving for lust-drugged pleasure. I pulled Farzhana on top of me, facing Dinoj, her pussy at my mouth.

For the first time in my life, I sucked into the rich yielding pudding of a cunt. I heard them kissing madly above me, but was feverishly awash with the drenching ecstasy of eating the sex of another woman, while being fucked like a bitch in heat by her husband.

Farzhana and Dinoj both fondled and kneaded my fully aroused tits, and my nipples felt as hard as eraser caps. They unlocked their lips and went all verbal on me.

Farzhana hissed, "Fuck'er! Fuck'er! Suck my cunt!" "Ah, yeah!" Dinoj gasped. "Sweet fucking pussy! So good! Pull her ass open, Farzhana."

Farzhana bent over me, her tits bobbling against mine and dug up under my buttocks. She palmed my butt-cheeks apart, and stroked through the moist cleavage of my ass-trench. She fingered my hole and I felt her gliding her palm around Dinoj's root as the thrusting club sawed in and out of my vagina.

"Good God!" I panted as I felt another wave of orgasm hit between my legs like a rip-tide of ecstatic torment. Dinoj plowed into me with renewed vigor, hunching his lower back more rapidly, harder and harder, and undulating his groin, his cock touching every soft yielding custard of my sex-flesh, battering into my guts with a demented fury.

"Fuck that cunt, baby," Farzhana slurred. "Show'er what a real man's cock is like. Set that pussy on fire!"

She turned around to me. "Finger fuck me, sweetie. Make me cum some more." She spread her legs wide above me and I inserted three fingers held tightly together. She sank her smooth-fleshed loins all the way down on my hand and fucked herself like a brood sow, grunting and groaning as I brought her off time and time again.

"Pull out when you're ready to shoot!" Farzhana barked at Dinoj. "Wanna get a good look at my man's cream."

"I don't --- I don't ---" Dinoj gasped. "--- think I can!" he yelped, and I felt him start spurting inside me. That was all it took.

Like the splitting tremors of an earthquake, and the dwindling aftershocks, my body stuttered and jerked, shuddered and writhed under the force of an explosive orgasm, which seemed to last an hour, on and on, it roiled and rippled through my sex, tearing holes through every shred of my maddened senses.

Dinoj managed to haul his spewing cock out of my well-fucked hole and shot a broad stream of his man-juice across my heaving breasts. Then a final streaking spit of his milk, popped a rope of creamy pDinojs under my neck that would've made Liz Taylor jealous. Farzhana was on the white stuff in an instant, licking my tits and sucking up her husband's spunk like the sweetest honey she'd ever tasted.

She really could make an absolutely heavenly mangoe pie, which we shared in comfortable nudity around their kitchen table. Our menage a trois lasted until Yash came home from America a few months later.

But Yash thought he could teach innocent little me some of the tricks he'd picked up in America.

Stranger seduces Wife

This incident happened a couple of years back when both myself and my wife were visiting an Ashram in Pune. This Ashram, though people misunderstand as a sexual haven is more of a spiritual and solemn place. You will also come across people who are there only for sex too.

At that time we were just about a few days into our marriage. I was about 26 years of age and she was 22. Both of us are good looking and physical fit. Myself about 6'tall athletic and she was 5'7" slim in excellent shape. I was a regular visitor of the Ashram and in times of stress I got there for relief. It is an excellent place to meet friendly people and have peace of mind. When I go there I used to share accommodation with other people. I used to know a Sanyasin (People who visit this Ashram are called Sanyasins, including me) called Aryan. He is about 36years, very tall, about 6'4" and extremely athletic. He stays in the Ashram regularly and he has a flat which can be shared with another person. And of late during my visits, I stayed in his flat and paid him rent. He devotes his time doing the regular chores of the Ashram, which needs rigorous physical work. Aryan and I though about 10years in age difference always had a close friendship, due to our similar views on lot of subjects, including spirituality.

Well, it was in the first week of December immediately after our marriage which was on the 28th of November that we decided to visit the Ashram before we go on a honeymoon trip to Goa. It was my idea, to visit the Ashram, since Reena never heard about the Ashram before and I thought it to be a good thing to visit the nice place before we start on our journey in life together. December unfortunately is a very busy month in the Ashram, with lot of foreign crowd gathering to escape the cold winter months of Europe and also there are lots of Festivities.

We reached the Ashram on the 2nd of December morning. WE were dead tired, especially since it was only 4 days after our marriage and we hardly had a chance to talk properly after all the ceremonies after the marriage. Our first night was a complete wash out since the wedding and the party was over only after 2.00AM. As agreed upon before marriage Reena and I did not have sex during that night since we didn't want to ruin such a wonderful first sexual experience in that sort of atmosphere. Though the days after that we had mild kissing and touching we were thinking of having sex only during our honeymoon in Goa. Reena is a girl from a very conservative background and was the daughter of a middle class School Teacher. She was brought up in a traditional Hindu way. She was a Virgin at the time of the marriage. Though she was a Virgin, with the kind of exposure on TV and internet, she is well aware of sex and she seemed to be eager to have sex. We decided before marriage that we will enjoy our first sexual experience in a quite and romantic place during our honeymoon.

After reaching the Ashram, we searched for a hotel room in and around the Ashram. But then in December it is very hard to find an accommodation around the Ashram. We were dead tired and were walking around the Ashram with our luggage when we came across Aryan. He was surprised to see me with my wife.
"Why didn't you inform me of your marriage?" was his first question. Though we had been good friends, I didn't want anybody from Ashram, to attend my marriage since this Ashram is always misunderstood by the general Public. I could not tell him that, but then I told him, that the marriage was hurriedly arranged and I didn't get a chance to call all my friends. I introduced Reena and told him of our predicament. Aryan was a little hesitant to come up with the suggestion, but then he asked me " If you guys are okay you can stay in my flat, Only problem is; Sam, you know my place; right, It is a kind of Bachelor apartment, only one hall come kitchen come Bedroom and Toilet. Also now I have a nephew, who is here just to attend the festivities".

I had to think fast for a reply, I didn't want to hurt Aryan's sentiments. I didn't want to stay at a small place like Aryan's with two strangers and my wife. But then I don't have much choice. Also we were there only for three days and I was sure we will survive. From her expression, Reena seemed to be a little hesitant and shy to stay with two strangers in a flat.

But then we agreed to stay with Aryan's Flat for the three days. We were really hungry and tired and it was already 10.00AM. We walked with Aryan to his Flat to take a bath and freshen ourselves before we go out for breakfast. His flat was on the 3rd storey of a 10 storey apartment complex. He opened the door for us to get in and once we entered the flat it struck me that it will be very hard to stay here for 3 days. The main room must be about 100 square feet. There were already two Beds spread on the floor which has taken half the space. And once we spread our Beds the Room is full. Aryan is from a remote village on Punjab, and he still has his old fashioned ways of doing things. He is not that neat and clean. There were two ropes being tied at about 10 feet height to hang clothes. We saw couple of under wears and robes being hung over on that. “Freshen yourselves and we will meet at Lunch time, both I and Ajay have keys, I will lock the door from outside. Sam, if you want breakfast, it is better for you to go out and get the breakfast and you guys can have it together here. Otherwise it could be a problem without the keys”. With this Aryan locked the door and went out.

We were still a bit confused, and taking time to get to terms with the situation. Reena broke the silence “Uncle seems to be a nice person. Eh?”. “Yeah, I know him for a few years now”. I replied. She looked around the room and was not impressed with the under wears hanging from the ropes and there was a pile of used clothes in the corner. Also there was a distinct aroma of all the male clothes in the room, which made both of us a little distressed. I went to the bathroom to have a look at it. This is a bathroom cum Toilet. Again there was rope tied from one end to another and there was a bunch of used clothes still to be washed hanging there. Among them there were another couple of briefs. I stepped inside the cramped Bathroom and I can smell the clothes. The sort of Musk smell that was coming out of the under wears filled the small room. I was really concerned for my young wife. Will she be able to bear all this for 3 days? I came back to the main room and Reena was in the process of getting ready for the bath. She put on a one piece nightie removing her Saree and blouse and got the bath towel and soap. I didn’t want to stop her, but if she finds to disturbing we will get out of here. She got into the Bathroom and I changed into shorts and a comfortable T shirt. I spread some bedspreads we had on the floor and laid there for a few minutes. Reena had been in the Bathroom for about 15 minutes and I can hear the water running. The Bathroom door seems to be a little little old and I thought to check it out. There was a small gap at the upper end of the door between the wooden pieces which are joined by glue. I had to literally stretch to have a peep inside. Through the small gap it is easy to have a good view of the bathroom. I am sure that Aryan being 6’4” could easily see through the door. I was a bit concerned, but then I was sure that Reena will be taking bath when I am around and neither Aryan or his nephew wouldn’t bother to do that. I can see Reena rubbing soap on her body, but then something odd I noticed was she had her head very close to the used under wears and she seemed to be enjoying the male odor coming from them. I didn’t want to read too much into it, since I know that she is craving for sex and she is looking forward to our Goa Trip.

After another 10 minutes Reena came out of the Bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her hair. Her pink nightie was fully buttoned up to her neck, the outlines of her Bra and panties were slightly visible. I was bit turned on by the fresh smell and her sexy looks, I summoned her to sit by my side and We kissed each other for some time and then I slowly raised her nightie to unhook her Bra and strip her panties. She seemed to be the ultimate sex goddess. Her breasts were small but very firm, but her erect nipples were at least half an inch long and pink in color. Her jet black pubic hair n stark contrast to her milky white body color was neatly trimmed. My erection was already making a bulge in my shorts. I remover her Bra and Panties and threw it away. Raising her nighite I kissed her pink nipples, and slowly mover down. She was literally in heaven moaning. I kissed her pubic hair and with my fingers opened her by now slopping wet cunt. The cunt lips were pink in color and the clitoris just stood out. Must be almost half an inch thick and protruded out of her cunt. Pink and thick that it is a pleasure to watch. All of a sudden Reena stopped me from licking her clit. She removed my head place it in her hands and reminded me that our first sexual experience is only going to be in Goa. I had to withdraw and my penis was dying to get out of my shorts. “Why not you hold my penis and play with it for some time? “. I suggested to Reena. She was a bit too shy to take the initiative. So I stripped my self out of my shorts and undies and put Reena’s hands on my dick. It was of about 5 inches when erect and was in nice shape, with a pink head. She played with it for some time and again reminded me that this is not the time for sex. She suggested me to get the breakfast after bath. I proceeded to have my bath and meanwhile reena was collecting her Bra and Panties. I insisted she don’t wear both, since I was under the impression both Aryan and his nephew won’t be coming in before 3.00Pm since that is usually the time after Lunch everyone relaxes in the Ashram. She reluctantly agreed. Her nipples were protruding and was clearly visible under the nightie, and when she moved around her arse swayed from side to side in a sexy way. I took a quick bath and went outside to get some breakfast. When I left Reena was lying on the bedspread I spread on the floor relaxing. It was an extremely sexy sight . I quickly got some bread and jam and finished our breakfast. We had to go to the Ashram office and get some process done before we can enter the Ashram. But then we didn’t have the keys. I suggested Reena stay back and I will come back around 2.00PM after finishing of all the formalities for both of us. I hurried towards the Ashram after closing the door behind me it was a 15 minute walk to the Ashram and once I reached there it was about 11.15Am. Once I have finished a couple of Questionnaires and was about to pay that I realized I left my wallet behind. Excusing myself from the Ashram office, I walked back to the flat. When I reached there and was about to knock on the door, I heard a male voice inside. I pepped through the key hole, but could only see the bathroom door, which was closed and the lower portion of Reena’s legs. From the voice I assumed it is Ajay, Aryan’s nephew. He is asking some thing to Reena which I couldn’t make out and Reena was answering most of his questions in one liners, showing not much interest. Suddenly I realized her dress when I went out. I am sure Ajay would have had a nice view of her in only her nightie with nothing underneath. I am sure they would have introduced themselves earlier. I was about to knock on the door again, when I heard clearly Ajay’s voice. “Reena, Could you please pass on the bath towel for me?”. Sounded like a very young voice. Reena hesitated for sometime and then replied yes. It would be very hard for a shy innocent girl like her to say No to a seemingly innocent request. Reena came into my view she took a bath towel, which was hanging on the ropes and proceeded towards the bathroom door. She knocked on the door and told Ajay that she had brought the towel. All of a sudden, to both mine and Reena’s shock, Ajay opened the bathroom door wide open to receive the towel. We both were mesmerized by what we saw. He must be about 17years the same height as Aryan but not as athletic, but more lean. He has curly black long hair which was covering his face half way. He was stark naked. His body was lean and slender, but what struck me most were his genitals. His cock was half erect and must be about 8 inched, non circumcised. Brown in color, with a deep pink head slightly peeping out. His balls were two very big balls in brown sacks sagging a little bit and swaying when he moved. Reena was in a shock and was just standing there without even saying a word. Atlast Ajay spoke. “Why not you come in and put some soap on my back, until Sam comes back. It is only 11.30 and Sam won’t be back until 2.00PM. Reena didn’t move and I knew she was in a state of shock. Ajay took the towel from Reena and pulled her by the hand and closed the door. I thought Reena will shout and come out after the initial shock. I waited 5 minutes and still no sign of reena. I knocked on the door loudly. Ajay shouted “ Who is this?” I replied “ This is Sam”. There was a silence for a few minutes. I knew that he was thinking of what to do. Again the bathroom door opened and he appeared naked carrying Reena’s nightie. He hurriedly hung the nightie on the ropes and then proceeded to take the Saree and blouse of Reena which was lying in the corner and disappeared from view. Through the open door I can see poor Reena sitting in a corner of the washroom naked. With her hands folded on her knees. She was literally shivering. Ajay went back to the washroom tied the bath towel around his waste and came back to open the door closing the bathroom door. I was in a state of shock and was a bit too scared to create any trouble in a place far away from my home. Ajay open the door and seemed to be not troubled by my intrusion. He told me to come in and mentioned that he is half was through his bath. I asked him about reena. “Reena has gone out to look for you, since I said I will be here until she comes back”. I knew that him putting reenas nightie on the rope and removing saree and blouse were just tricks to support his answer. I sat on the floor tired and shocked while Ajay went inside the bathroom and closed the door. I wanted to know what he is going to do to Reena. I slowly walked to the bathroom door without making any noise and stretched myself to reach the small gap on the bathroom door. The sight that greeted me was Ajay was forcing reena to stand up and gustering her to keep quite.reena was terrified of the developments. She is still a virgin and we are yet to have good sex and she is already naked in front of a boy who is much younger to her. Ajay seemed to care nothing and seemed rude too. He pulled her by her hand and made her to stand up. The fear of getting caught with a stranger naked must be the reason she didn’t shout. He pulled her and embraced her and their bodies pressed against each other. I can see her breasts pressed against his body and his cock which is fully erect was stuck between their bodies. He bend down and kissed her slightly. She tried to move away but for the fear of asking noise her mobility was also curtailed. He turned her head and kissed her again, parted her lips with his tongue and opened her mouth, putting his tongue in. He kissed her for a few minutes and moved his mouth towards her breasts. Her pink nipples were standing out. By now Reena was just standing there and letting him do anything he want to. The water was still running and the sound of the running water was making it difficult for anybody outside to hear what is going on inside. He slowly took her nipples one by one in his mouth and sucked. Her nipples were already hard and erect. He moved her hands and let her hold and feel his cock which was at full mast now. It must be at least nine inches and thick too He made her move the foreskin and a huge glistening purple colored head came out. His balls were swaying all the time. He made her slowly kneel down and pulled her hair, brought her head in line with the cock. He pushed the big purple head towards her lips and made her open her mouth. He pushed the head inside her mouth. He thrust it inside and slowly moved it in and out. Poor Reena her mouth was stretched by the size and she could only take couple of inches inside. This was her first real sexual experience and she was in a state of shock. Ajay was enjoying and by the expression on his face I was able to make out he was about to come. I wanted to prevent him Cumming in reena’s mouth, so I knocked on the door, to which he simple replied. “Coming my friend, give me a few more minutes”. And all of a sudden he tensed. He held Reena’s head tightly to his cock and he unloaded in her mouth. She was gasping for breath and had to swallow each drop of it. He took his cock out of her mouth and I could see a drop of semen still oozing out of his cock. They had been in there for about 20 minutes and I was running out of patience. I knocked again. This time he partially opened the door and shouted back “I am going to take another half hour, and don’t dare bother me until then”. I was shocked and scared by the rude treatment I received. After he closed the door, I again, watched thru the opening in the door. By now Reena has collapsed to the floor. She was lying down on her back. Her legs were slightly apart and I could see her pink cunt lips glistening by her fluids and the clit protruding from the cunt. It seemed aroused by all the action and was more of purple in color. Ajay would have seen that too. He spread her legs and had a nice look at the beautiful virgin cunt. He spread her legs wide apart; the clit was now like a small cock head on top of her wet cunt lips. Ajay’s cock stood full mast once again. He moved his cock slowly to cunt and rubbed the tip of his cock many times on her clit and wet lips. He then placed one hand on her mouth to avoid her from crying out and slowly tried to immerse his cock in the virgin cunt. Reena tried to move his hand from her mouth which was suffocating her, but then he forcibly pressed his hands on her mouth. With one thrust he entered her. Reena’s eyes almost came out of her sockets. He made his cock lay there inside her for a few minutes. There were tears in reena’s eyes. The entire 9 inches was buried inside her to the hilt. Slowly Ajay withdrew his cock and there was a mixture of blood and fluids on his cock. Reena is no longer a Virgin. He slowly started rocking his cock in and out. He continued for some more time and then he stiffened again. He is coming inside her. I wanted to prevent it, but I cannot do anything. He shot his entire cum inside her. He took his cock out of Reena and a mixture of blood cum and fluids dropped out of Reena’s open cunt. Now I heard the keys turning and I hurried to the bed sheet and lied there. Aryan appeared and asked me how I am doing to which I replied I am doing fine. He asked me whether Ajay was in the Bathroom and I nodded yes. They talked something in Punjabi and I didn’t understand. A few minutes later Arya told me he had to go somewhere and he has to take a bath. When Ajay came out Aryan went in. I was tired and lost. I went out for a walk and by the time I came back after few hours, only reena was there lying on the bed sheet in her nightie. I immediately packed our luggage and left the place with reena.

Neighbours Take Houswife

Hi Friends. My name is Jay. I stay with my sexy wife Amisha on the top floor of a multi-storey building. The building has 25 floors and on each floor there are 2 luxurious flats. There is a open space (terrace) of 80’ x 40’ opening from inside, which is shared by the top two flats.

The flat next to ours was vacant for a long time and we had complete privacy. I and my wife are both crazy about sex so we indulge in it whenever we can. It was a pleasure fucking her on the terrace. At times we even fucked in the passage between the two flats. Amisha also enjoys lesbian activities so once in a while we would bring in a young girl and all three would enjoy sex on the terrace.

About a month back a young couple occupied the other flat. The husband Mihir leaves for work at 10 AM and returns at 8 PM. The wife Ratna, a gorgeous female, is alone during the period. Like other residential flats in Mumbai, in our building the neighbours had privacy and didn't interfere with anything. They kept themselves to themselves. Whenever I saw Ratna on the terrace, I would fantasise about fucking her.

Amisha could see the lust in my eyes.

“Shall I bring her here, so you can fulfill your fantasies?" she asked one day.

“Why?" I pretended not to understand.

“Why do you think, To fuck her of course" She laughed.

“But will she agree?"

“Once she’s here she’s got no where to go. Lock her in the bedroom and rape her"

“OK," I agreed.

Amisha went to the neighbour’s door and rang the door bell.

“Who is it?" I heard Ratna ask.

A few seconds later she peeped out from the side window. She had seen Amisha and knew her as her neighbour so she opened the door.

"Yes", she looked questioningly at Amisha.

“A phonecall for you from your husband" Amisha said and without waiting for reply returned.

The very next second Ratna opened the door and came to our house. Amisha pointed towards the bedroom and said,

“Take the call in there", Ratna unsuspectingly entered our bedroom, we followed immediately and shut the door behind us.

“What's going on? "Ratna looked at us frightened.

“My husband fancies you, so go and get in bed with him, fuck him then leave" Amisha said bluntly.

“Are you mad?" Ratna snapped and charged towards the door.

I caught her and dragged her to the bed.

“No, leave me" She fought helplessly.

I pushed her on the bed. Amisha grabbed Ratna’s wrists and pinned them down over the latter’s head. I hooked my fingers in the neck of her kurta and yanked.

“NO" she screamed as the dress ripped down to her waist. Her full breasts were encased in a black lacy bra. She tried to kick me but I pinned her knees down under mine and proceeded to remove her salwar. I pulled the knot of her salwar and pulled the garment down. She wore black matching panties.

“NO, please leave me I beg you, I’m married, I will be ruined" she pleaded.

“Shut up" Amisha snapped.

“If you make a noise I’ll gag you, Just get fucked by my husband and leave".

Amisha took Ratna’s dupatta and tied her wrists to the headboard. I removed her bra exposing the firm globes with light brown nipples. I grabbed the mounds and began squeezing and kneading them.

“Stop it hurts" she cried.

“Fuck her first, you can play with her body later". Amisha said.

I turned to her and saw that she had our handicam video camera in her hands. She intended to film me and Ratna in sexual acts.

“OK" I said and got up to undress. She stared horrified at my erection.

“No, please don’t rape me" she pleaded shaking her head from side to side.

I positioned myself between Ratna’s wide spread thighs and guided my cock to her cunt lips. Soon I was in her to the hilt.
“Aaaaah…awwuuuh!” she screamed.

Though she was a married lady and her cunt stretched by her husband, my huge cock stretched her to new limits. Having gained enterance, I began fucking Ratna with full powerfull thrusts.

“AAAAHH, AAAAHHHH, Fuck me, fuck me" she screamed.

Amisha was busy filming the act. She sat on the bed near the Ratna’s head and took shots of her face contorted in pain and ecstasy.

“Squeeze her tits" she instructed me.

She took close up shots of the boob and nipples being pinched.

Amisha then untied her hands and legs. Ratna did not fight because she knew that now she had been penetrated and had no escape. Amisha wiped off Ratna’s tears and readied for full length shots.

“Face her towards the camera" I obeyed and she took shots.

“Fuck her hard" she said and I banged harder.

Luckily for us since Amisha too screams, curses and cries for more when I fuck her, we have made our bedroom soundproof. The airconditioner was on full blast.

I had now begun to roll my hips as I fucked Ratna. Her whole body jerked with my thrusts, her boobs bouncing up and down sexily, which Amisha filmed happily. After long minutes Ratna stiffened, her body arched as she had her orgasm.

Soon I came in her, filling her with my seed. I lay atop her for some minutes before pulling out. Amisha hooked the handicam camera to our computer and showed the video she had taken of us. Ratna stared at the computer monitor with horror.

“Now when we call you, you will come, otherwise we’ll show the tape to the whole world not just your husband".

Amisha gave me the handicam and undressed. I filmed as she smooched Ratna. Her tongue entered Ratna’s mouth and sucked at her tongue. Then she licked and sucked Ratna’s clitoris. Ratna lay squirming on the bed and after some time had an orgasm. Amisha then made her suck her.

After some time the ladies separated.

“Has your husband ever fucked you up your ass?" Amisha asked.

Ratna did not understand.

“Has your husband ever fucked your ass?" Amisha clarified.

Ratna shook her head in negative.

“OK Jay fuck her ass" Amisha got up and took the camera from me.

“No it will hurt". Ratna pleaded.

“You don’t have an alternative, quietly get fucked up your ass or this video tape will ruin you". Amisha kissed her.

“Get on all fours like a bitch"

She helped Ratna on her fours. She took out the jar of vaginal gel and applied it liberally into Ratna’s anal passage and on my cock.

“Jay, go for it".

I grabbed Ratna by her hips and guided my cock to her ass hole.

“Aaiiiiieeeee…” she screamed with pain as I penetrated her. I began fucking her in the ass.

“Awwuuuuuu…aannnnnnnghieeee!” she howled. I reached down in front of her and grabbed her pendulous breasts, squeezing them hard. Fuck, fuck.

“Aiiieeeoooooh…..anngghhhiiiiiiiieeeeergh!” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes fuck my ass.

I pulled out of her tight ass hole and turned her on her back. My cum and her own juices had lubricated her cunt and I slid in as smoothly as a hot knife in butter. She lay quietly, her eyes closed, and lips partly open, enduring my sexual assault. As I pumped in and out of her, splish-splosh-splish-splosh sounds came from her cunt filled with love juices.

“Jay the tape is finishing quickly fuck her" she advised.

I began fucking wildly and to my surprise Ratna took it quietly. Soon I ejaculated and fell atop her, crushing her boobs under my muscular chest. Later Amisha forced Ratna to say some sentences.

“Harder, Harder".

Fuck me, Fuck me".

"AAAAAHHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHH".

These she intended to use for dubbing the video to make it sound as if Ratna was a willing partner. We kept her with us till 6 PM, during which I fucked her two more times and Amisha enjoyed some lesbian activities with her.

Next day, after her husband left for work, I knocked at Ratna’s terrace door. She refused to open the door, but when the video was mentioned, she gave in. She opened the door and stood before me with her palms clamped together.

“Please leave me alone".

“If you come to my bed on your own accord we won’t hurt you and you’ll enjoy it". I said softly.

“Come quietly and get fucked by us, we’ll hurt you if you don’t". Amisha snapped.

Ratna was terrified and followed us quitely to our bedroom. Amisha made her perform a strip-tease dance before the camera before we fucked her.

I got Amisha to use her strap-on cock on Ratna. She did so but only while Ratna had my cock in her pussy did Amisha squeeze the strap-on up her ass simultaneously. Ratna had never been DP'd in her life and having both holes filled for the first time caused her discomfort. It was all caught on tape which Ratna didn't like.