After that ribald office episode, I was not sure anymore that I wanted to wear the revealing clothes that Sanjay wanted me to wear. The riot it created in the office in one day was too much to handle for my conservative upbringing. Almost every man in the building knew about it, and some have taken pictures of me while I was walking after lunch and shared them on social media, and I could literally read the dirty thoughts off of their brains when they kept devouring me with their eyes. Despite Sanjay’s repeated exhortations that I should expose more, I refused to budge after that. But there was a considerable change in me already - I was now OK to wear mildly revealing ones, like exposing the minimum cleavage, or tight t-shirts, or showing off midriff or the thighs.
But my perverted husband always wanted more.
About the same time, we got invited to Goa by two of Sanjay’s college buddies- Rohit and Manoj, whom I had not met before. We flew into Goa while Sanjay’s friends drove down from Mumbai. Rohit brought his new bride Sahana - she was a pretty girl, sexy and voluptuous, coming from some high class business family in Mumbai. She had really big boobs, quite noticeable from the tight t-shirts that she wore. With a prominent butt, she had a curvy figure overall, somewhat like a slimmer version of Kim Kardashian.
Sanjay told me that Rohit and Manoj were also meeting each other after a long time. That means, like me, Sahana was also meeting Manoj and his new girlfriend Pooja for the first time. Pooja is an aspiring model that acted in some B-grade Bollywood movies. She was very sexy, slim and tall with a pretty face. Since they all drove down in the same car, Pooja and Sahana started their interaction early on. From what we got to know, it turned out to be an eventful journey. Both the girls believed they were prettier than the other and therefore jealousy was the dominant mood. By the time they reached Goa, Sahana and Pooja became bitter rivals.
When Sanjay saw them getting off from the car in Goa, he could not stop himself from whistling and commenting on the beauty of these two women. Both the girls were wearing some sexy outfits: Sahana was in a tight t-shirt and tight pants, while Pooja was in a halter top, and hot pants. Pooja was showing off much skin, being a model and actress and all that.
Suddenly a twinge of jealousy overtook my body. I just couldn’t digest the fact they were hogging all the attention from the men!
Sanjay’s friends were really gracious. They returned the gesture by lavishing compliments on me. ‘Bhabhi! You are looking so beautiful’. And the other one told Sanjay that I was ‘pretty’.
But these are not the words that I wanted to hear!
During the dinner that night, the three friends who met after a long time, started to relate to us all the ribald stories of their college days. From their stories it was clear that they often chased the same woman and therefore were always competing against each other. After getting a bit drunk, Manoj revealed how the three friends fucked the same prostitute once because they couldn’t afford one for each. All the woman said, Ewww!
Manoj didn’t stop at that. He related one such incident in detail.
Manoj: One day, I got a call girl to the college during our fourth year, and while I was going at her, both these guys were waiting outside hearing all the moans and grunts. I think I took nearly 30 minutes. After I was done, I came out, I asked Rohit and Sanjay if they wanted to have a go.
Sahana: Chee! Can’t believe that you guys were so cheap. So, what did Rohit and Sanjay do?
Manoj: Rohit was the first one to eagerly step forward and soon he was inside. He must have stayed in for about 12 minutes and then he was done.
Sahana: Oh! 12 minutes? Hmmm… Rohit! You have improved your stamina a lot after college.
Rohit: Sahana, it’s all because of you. Practice makes man perfect.
Everyone at the table laughed, though each of us was conscious that the discussion was going very adult now.
Pooja: So what happened after that? Did Sanjay also fuck the same prostitute?
The word fuck was now considered officially OK for discussion!
Manoj: Actually, Sanjay was in a dilemma then. He was not sure. You see, he was a bit conservative in college. And also a bit shy. Me: But nowadays he is not conservative, let me assure you. You can say that he has become a pervert of some sort.
Everyone laughed.
Sahana: But seriously, what did Sanjay do? Did he go in and fuck her?
Manoj: We both egged him on. Told him that this is the best chance. Upar se paisa bhi wasool. Being shy he wanted us also to go in with him. So we took him inside. And there she was. This beautiful woman, lying on the bed, completely naked, sweaty, fucked and randy, with her legs spread, waiting for her third man of the day. And Sanjay stood near the edge of the cot and kept staring at her. That’s when she said, ‘Kya dekh raha hain, saale! Jaldi apna lund nikaal aur daal andar!’
Pooja: Really? She said that? What a brave girl?
Everyone at the table was now enjoying the dirty talk without any embarrassment.
Manoj: Sanjay obeyed her like a school boy listening to a schoolmaster. He immediately stripped down, his dick was already hard, and he started fucking her. That’s when we both got out.
Sahana: So how was the feeling? The idea of fucking a woman who was earlier fucked by your friends?
Rohit: Actually, it was quite arousing. It felt like we were fucking our friend’s wife.
Sahana: Really? My God! I can’t believe you said that. Rohit! You are such a pervert!
Sahana went about hitting Rohit playfully.
Pooja: So how long did Sanjay stay in there?
Manoj: 5 minutes top!
Pooja: Oh! Poor Priyanka!
Me: No, he has improved too. You haven’t heard this before? Practice makes a man perfect.
To that we all cheered and did a bottoms up.
Manoj: We all used to joke about how it would be if we all had only one wife. May be you all don’t know this, but that’s when we promised to each other that we would share their wives after we get married, right friends?
Sahana: Chee! You guys are such perverts. I can’t believe I married one.
Manoj: Haha! Looks like you girls married 3 perverts.
Sahana immediately jabbed her husband Rohit, while Pooja gave a serious look at Manoj.
And I couldn’t believe that Sanjay was party to such a discussion. Is that the reason why he keeps asking me to reveal and expose?
To overcome the uneasiness that permeated the entire group, Sanjay said, ‘Arre Yaar! That was when we were young and foolish. Now we are mature! Let’s drink to that’. With that we got into the party mood. Looked like Sahana and Pooja could not shake off their husbands’ promise from their heads. Sahana immediately started to talk very nice with Manoj, while Pooja was blatantly hitting on Rohit. Probably they have started to imagine how it would be to fuck the other’s husband/boyfriend, may be just to spite the other woman.
Manoj complimented Sahana profusely and said that she was ‘extremely sexy’ woman, any man would love to be her husband. Sahana blushed a lot upon receiving this compliment. Pooja was literally fuming at that time. Rohit immediately said that Pooja was quite sexy as well, and that she may become top actress in Bollywood, like Deepika Padukone. Pooja went over and hugged Rohit for this compliment, which didn’t go very easy with Sahana.
With so much compliments flowing around during conversation, but all directed at these other two women, I was feeling insecure.
They think I am not sexy just because I am not wearing skimpy clothes?
May be Rohit sensed this in me. He immediately started talking about me.
Rohit: Bhabhi, Sahana and Pooja may be sexy and perky, but you exude certain sensuality, from your looks and the way you carry yourself.
Sanjay: Arre bhai Rohit, Priyanka can actually dress up well, and when she does, she looks like a sex bomb! But she doesn’t want to.
Manoj: Why is that Bhabhi? I think you should dress up, and you will be as sexy as Pooja.
Pooja: Yes, Priyanka, you should try some modern clothes, so that people don’t treat you like aunty.
Definitely it was a condescending remark! Fucking Bitch!
Hearing Pooja’s remark Sahana came to my rescue.
Sahana: I am pretty sure that if she wears some modern clothes, she can be far more sexy than any of us here on the table.
Sanjay: Actually, it is not like Priyanka doesn’t know how to dress well. Few days ago, she dressed up quite sexily to her office; and for some reason she didn’t want to continue. Let me know show you the picture.
Without asking for my permission, Sanjay took his smartphone and opened the pictures of me when I wore the deep t-shirt and tight low rise jeans to the office and handed it over to his friends.
Manoj: Wow! Bhabhi, you are extremely sexy in this picture. You are looking like Priyanka Chopra. But with much bigger and sexier rack. If I saw you in this outfit, I wouldn’t recognize you.
Rohit: Let me look at it… (looking into the phone). Arre Yaar! Sanjay, I didn’t know you married a bombshell. Look at her figure, Pooja, she is so sexy.
Pooja: She is looking like a slut. I can’t believe she wore this to her office. The cleavage is so deep – her boobs can be seen, and look how low her pants are, one can practically see her cunt lips.
This bitch, Pooja! She deliberately wants to hurt me!
Sahana picked up the phone to look at the pictures.
Sahana: Priyanka, you look amazing. Pooja, I don’t agree with you at all. If you models wear same dresses you call it stylish. Priyanka looks so sexy in these pictures. I would say that these are quite bold. Priyanka, you must have been a sensation in your office, right?
Sanjay: Yes she was. (laughing) I was told later that almost every man in her office had to go to bathroom to masturbate that day.
But my perverted husband always wanted more.
About the same time, we got invited to Goa by two of Sanjay’s college buddies- Rohit and Manoj, whom I had not met before. We flew into Goa while Sanjay’s friends drove down from Mumbai. Rohit brought his new bride Sahana - she was a pretty girl, sexy and voluptuous, coming from some high class business family in Mumbai. She had really big boobs, quite noticeable from the tight t-shirts that she wore. With a prominent butt, she had a curvy figure overall, somewhat like a slimmer version of Kim Kardashian.
Sanjay told me that Rohit and Manoj were also meeting each other after a long time. That means, like me, Sahana was also meeting Manoj and his new girlfriend Pooja for the first time. Pooja is an aspiring model that acted in some B-grade Bollywood movies. She was very sexy, slim and tall with a pretty face. Since they all drove down in the same car, Pooja and Sahana started their interaction early on. From what we got to know, it turned out to be an eventful journey. Both the girls believed they were prettier than the other and therefore jealousy was the dominant mood. By the time they reached Goa, Sahana and Pooja became bitter rivals.
When Sanjay saw them getting off from the car in Goa, he could not stop himself from whistling and commenting on the beauty of these two women. Both the girls were wearing some sexy outfits: Sahana was in a tight t-shirt and tight pants, while Pooja was in a halter top, and hot pants. Pooja was showing off much skin, being a model and actress and all that.
Suddenly a twinge of jealousy overtook my body. I just couldn’t digest the fact they were hogging all the attention from the men!
Sanjay’s friends were really gracious. They returned the gesture by lavishing compliments on me. ‘Bhabhi! You are looking so beautiful’. And the other one told Sanjay that I was ‘pretty’.
But these are not the words that I wanted to hear!
During the dinner that night, the three friends who met after a long time, started to relate to us all the ribald stories of their college days. From their stories it was clear that they often chased the same woman and therefore were always competing against each other. After getting a bit drunk, Manoj revealed how the three friends fucked the same prostitute once because they couldn’t afford one for each. All the woman said, Ewww!
Manoj didn’t stop at that. He related one such incident in detail.
Manoj: One day, I got a call girl to the college during our fourth year, and while I was going at her, both these guys were waiting outside hearing all the moans and grunts. I think I took nearly 30 minutes. After I was done, I came out, I asked Rohit and Sanjay if they wanted to have a go.
Sahana: Chee! Can’t believe that you guys were so cheap. So, what did Rohit and Sanjay do?
Manoj: Rohit was the first one to eagerly step forward and soon he was inside. He must have stayed in for about 12 minutes and then he was done.
Sahana: Oh! 12 minutes? Hmmm… Rohit! You have improved your stamina a lot after college.
Rohit: Sahana, it’s all because of you. Practice makes man perfect.
Everyone at the table laughed, though each of us was conscious that the discussion was going very adult now.
Pooja: So what happened after that? Did Sanjay also fuck the same prostitute?
The word fuck was now considered officially OK for discussion!
Manoj: Actually, Sanjay was in a dilemma then. He was not sure. You see, he was a bit conservative in college. And also a bit shy. Me: But nowadays he is not conservative, let me assure you. You can say that he has become a pervert of some sort.
Everyone laughed.
Sahana: But seriously, what did Sanjay do? Did he go in and fuck her?
Manoj: We both egged him on. Told him that this is the best chance. Upar se paisa bhi wasool. Being shy he wanted us also to go in with him. So we took him inside. And there she was. This beautiful woman, lying on the bed, completely naked, sweaty, fucked and randy, with her legs spread, waiting for her third man of the day. And Sanjay stood near the edge of the cot and kept staring at her. That’s when she said, ‘Kya dekh raha hain, saale! Jaldi apna lund nikaal aur daal andar!’
Pooja: Really? She said that? What a brave girl?
Everyone at the table was now enjoying the dirty talk without any embarrassment.
Manoj: Sanjay obeyed her like a school boy listening to a schoolmaster. He immediately stripped down, his dick was already hard, and he started fucking her. That’s when we both got out.
Sahana: So how was the feeling? The idea of fucking a woman who was earlier fucked by your friends?
Rohit: Actually, it was quite arousing. It felt like we were fucking our friend’s wife.
Sahana: Really? My God! I can’t believe you said that. Rohit! You are such a pervert!
Sahana went about hitting Rohit playfully.
Pooja: So how long did Sanjay stay in there?
Manoj: 5 minutes top!
Pooja: Oh! Poor Priyanka!
Me: No, he has improved too. You haven’t heard this before? Practice makes a man perfect.
To that we all cheered and did a bottoms up.
Manoj: We all used to joke about how it would be if we all had only one wife. May be you all don’t know this, but that’s when we promised to each other that we would share their wives after we get married, right friends?
Sahana: Chee! You guys are such perverts. I can’t believe I married one.
Manoj: Haha! Looks like you girls married 3 perverts.
Sahana immediately jabbed her husband Rohit, while Pooja gave a serious look at Manoj.
And I couldn’t believe that Sanjay was party to such a discussion. Is that the reason why he keeps asking me to reveal and expose?
To overcome the uneasiness that permeated the entire group, Sanjay said, ‘Arre Yaar! That was when we were young and foolish. Now we are mature! Let’s drink to that’. With that we got into the party mood. Looked like Sahana and Pooja could not shake off their husbands’ promise from their heads. Sahana immediately started to talk very nice with Manoj, while Pooja was blatantly hitting on Rohit. Probably they have started to imagine how it would be to fuck the other’s husband/boyfriend, may be just to spite the other woman.
Manoj complimented Sahana profusely and said that she was ‘extremely sexy’ woman, any man would love to be her husband. Sahana blushed a lot upon receiving this compliment. Pooja was literally fuming at that time. Rohit immediately said that Pooja was quite sexy as well, and that she may become top actress in Bollywood, like Deepika Padukone. Pooja went over and hugged Rohit for this compliment, which didn’t go very easy with Sahana.
With so much compliments flowing around during conversation, but all directed at these other two women, I was feeling insecure.
They think I am not sexy just because I am not wearing skimpy clothes?
May be Rohit sensed this in me. He immediately started talking about me.
Rohit: Bhabhi, Sahana and Pooja may be sexy and perky, but you exude certain sensuality, from your looks and the way you carry yourself.
Sanjay: Arre bhai Rohit, Priyanka can actually dress up well, and when she does, she looks like a sex bomb! But she doesn’t want to.
Manoj: Why is that Bhabhi? I think you should dress up, and you will be as sexy as Pooja.
Pooja: Yes, Priyanka, you should try some modern clothes, so that people don’t treat you like aunty.
Definitely it was a condescending remark! Fucking Bitch!
Hearing Pooja’s remark Sahana came to my rescue.
Sahana: I am pretty sure that if she wears some modern clothes, she can be far more sexy than any of us here on the table.
Sanjay: Actually, it is not like Priyanka doesn’t know how to dress well. Few days ago, she dressed up quite sexily to her office; and for some reason she didn’t want to continue. Let me know show you the picture.
Without asking for my permission, Sanjay took his smartphone and opened the pictures of me when I wore the deep t-shirt and tight low rise jeans to the office and handed it over to his friends.
Manoj: Wow! Bhabhi, you are extremely sexy in this picture. You are looking like Priyanka Chopra. But with much bigger and sexier rack. If I saw you in this outfit, I wouldn’t recognize you.
Rohit: Let me look at it… (looking into the phone). Arre Yaar! Sanjay, I didn’t know you married a bombshell. Look at her figure, Pooja, she is so sexy.
Pooja: She is looking like a slut. I can’t believe she wore this to her office. The cleavage is so deep – her boobs can be seen, and look how low her pants are, one can practically see her cunt lips.
This bitch, Pooja! She deliberately wants to hurt me!
Sahana picked up the phone to look at the pictures.
Sahana: Priyanka, you look amazing. Pooja, I don’t agree with you at all. If you models wear same dresses you call it stylish. Priyanka looks so sexy in these pictures. I would say that these are quite bold. Priyanka, you must have been a sensation in your office, right?
Sanjay: Yes she was. (laughing) I was told later that almost every man in her office had to go to bathroom to masturbate that day.
I had to hit Sanjay straight on his shoulder to make him come to senses.
Sahana: Wow! Must have been gallons of sperm then! Priyanka, you wonderful slut. Why are you hiding your assets? You should be proud to display them.
Rohit: Bhabhi, I think you should wear something like this in Goa too. This is the right place for revealing dresses.
Sanjay: Yes, that’s right Priyanka. I have been telling you! This is the best place to experiment and be bold.
Everyone comforted and encouraged me, except that bitch Pooja!
May be, who knows, I will really surprise all these guys!
Next day morning, six of us met at a German breakfast place and then headed towards the Baga beach. All the girls were wearing loose t-shirts and shorts. Upon reaching the beach, the boys immediately stripped down to their shorts and flung themselves into the water leaving us behind. We noticed that Manoj was wearing a skimpy thong. Unlike other men, he was exposing his butt, which bought giggles from us (Sahana and I). Pooja defended him, saying, ‘I made him wear those – men look so sexy in them. Firmer the butt, you know that firmer they are up front!’ This brought even more laughs.
And indeed, when Manoj turned around, we all saw that he was sporting a big package of meat in the thong - his bulge was quite prominent. I couldn’t help but stare at it, and noticed that even Sahana was looking at his bulge. We both caught each other looking at Manoj’s package, and smiled.
Sahana: Yes, you are right, Pooja, your boyfriend is definitely firm on the front! May be, you can help him get it firmer, what do you say?
Pooja didn’t seem to like the comment, but she didn’t say anything. She took off her shirt and the short to reveal her a teeny bikini top and a small bottom. Pooja was indeed a sexy model, thin, but with nice assets, and she resemble Deepika Padukone. Her navel was pierced and she was wearing a nice navel pendant. Sahana and I couldn’t help but admire Pooja’s wonderful body, and we would be lying if we said we weren’t feeling jealous.
Next, Sahana took off her outer wear to show off her bikini which was sexy, but not as revealing as Pooja’s. I remained in longer shorts and t-shirt. Sahana and Pooja were quite surprised and asked me why I wouldn’t be wearing a bikini. I confessed that it was my first time to a beach and that I was not sure if people wore bikinis on an Indian beach. Both the girls laughed and Sahana offered herself to go with me to buy me a bikini right away.
Am I going to wear a bikini in public? I was not sure!
Leaving Pooja in that tiny bikini to the lecherous men who were feasting on her sexy figure, Sahana and I went off to buy a bikini. During the purchase Sahana commented, ‘Did you see the size of Manoj’s stuff?’
I feigned ignorance and asked, ‘what stuff?’
Sahana: Arre yaar, did you see the size of his lund? My god! It is so thick and long. That bitch Pooja is so lucky. And it is so unfair.
Me: Hmmm… yeah I saw his bulge. Indeed it is a big one.
Sahana: It is not just big. It is a monster. Dekh lena! Before the end of the trip I am going to taste it!
Me: What? But Sahana, you are married! How can you do that?
Sahana: Tu kitni oldish hai. Kya zindagi bar daal khaate baitenge? kabhi kabhi biryani bhi chakna chahiye – chahe woh padosan ke na ho. We can have sex with anyone we want as long as our husbands doesn’t know about it. Even you should try it. It will spice up your sex life.
Even I was getting dirty thoughts about that big monster of Manoj!
Would I fuck another man?
Sahana selected couple of bikinis, some really small ones. Though I protested at wearing such small stuff, Sahana forced me to try them on. She pushed me into the changing room so that I could wear one of them. I took off my shorts and t-shirt. Then I removed my panties and bra. When I wore one of the bikinis and looked into the mirror, I just didn’t think I could ever wear any of them in public. These bikinis were revealing more than what they were hiding. Practically my entire boob was out for display except the nipple part. And the bottom barely covered my larger sized pussy lips. And the back was a thong which exposed my ass completely.
Sahana kept banging on my trial room door asking me to come out and show her how it looks.
Timidly I stepped out, and when Sahana saw me, even she was surprised to see my voluptuousness oozing out of the small fabric. Practically I was standing naked. My big and roundish breasts were spilling out while my bottom was low rise showing all of my lower abdomen.
Sahana: Priyanka, you have such wide and deep navel, it looks like a dark cave. It is so suggestive. I need to watch out for you. Those hungry men on the beach could rape you.
Me: Chal hat! Aisa kuch nahi hain!
As if revealing my navel was biggest concern!
Sahana: I don’t know about others but I have to keep you away from that Manoj and his monster dick. Because that dick is going to be mine!
Priyanka: I don’t feel like wearing such an exposing bikini, Sahana. It is showing off everything.
Sahana: Arre Pagli! You have seen what Pooja was wearing? And look at the attention she is receiving from our men? In this bikini, I tell you, all the men will stop chasing Pooja and start drooling over you.
Priyanka: But this bottom, it completely exposes by ass. How can I walk in public like this?
Sahana: Priyanka, you are in Goa now. All this goes here. You will love the feeling, believe me!
In fact, I do! That day when I wore a thong to office, I was feeling sultry and horny throughout the day. It was such a great feeling!
Priyanka: Fine, but even you have to wear a similar thong!
Sahana: Absolutely, look what I have already selected. They are smaller than yours. Let me get into the changing room and come back.
When Sahana came out she was looking absolutely raunchy. Her big bottom was looking so salacious.
Priyanka: Wow! Sahana. I can guarantee you one thing. I guarantee that Manoj’s dick is yours before end of the day!
Sahana: Ye huyi na baat! Now, come, let’s steal the men away from that whore Pooja! That dick of Manoj is waiting for a job from my sweet lips. Let’s go!
Priyanka: Lips are fine, but don’t forget to use your tongue!
Sahana: You don’t worry! He will have to spill every drop out from his nuts. And I am not going to miss out on a single drop of that nectar.
Laughing at the ribald jokes, we both left the store to walk towards the beach.
Would Sahana really taste Manoj’s dick? I would love to see it if she does!
Meanwhile at the beach, the three men were completely enjoying the sultry Pooja, who was strutting around in her small bikini. Her slim figure, long legs, narrow waist, and smallish breasts were keeping our men interested and engaged. My husband brought along his camera and was taking loads of pictures of Pooja who went about posing for him. By the time we joined, Pooja was acting quite lecherously falling over her boyfriend Manoj and rolling over the beach, while posing for the pictures. When the men saw me in a sexy bikini, all the men start to shower compliments. They called me sexy, beautiful and really bold. For a while, I was the center of attention, and Pooja was not.
At last! I feel so good now! It’s fun to be sexy! It makes a woman happy!
Sanjay came close to me, hugged me, and whispered.
Sanjay: Baby, you are looking damn hot. Hotter than anything you wore so far. Wow! Your breasts are completely naked, and so is your ass. I can’t believe you are wearing a thong in a public place. What an improvement! I am so proud of you.
I hugged him and said, ‘I love you Sanjay. This is all for you’.
Sanjay: No, no! I want you to be sexy for everyone here. I want the world to see you in full glory and admire my wife.
I brought him close to me and kissed him, right in front of everyone. May be, this was the first time we ever kissed in public. Sanjay moved his hand towards my naked bum and started to caress them.
Sanjay: I just can’t wait for us to get to our hotel so that we can fuck each other crazy.
Rohit whistled and said that we should get a room right away. With that we broke our embrace and joined others.
Manoj: Bhabhi you are very hot. This bikini suits you very well.
Rohit: Yes, Bhabhi. Glad that you are also wearing a bikini. Your thong is really beautiful.
Me: Thanks Manoj and Rohit. You are so kind.
Manoj even adjusted his penis while talking to me. Rohit took the camera and asked me to pose for him. I started to show off my breasts, jutting out my ass.
Never thought I would pose in a small bikini in public to another man. And never thought that I would be loving it!
Meanwhile, Sahana made a gesture to Rohit that she was not very happy with the whole situation wherein the men were playing with Pooja. May be she was feeling a bit insecure because the men started to focus on me now. Rohit got the message, and immediately asked Sanjay if he wanted to get another beer. So they both left the waves, towards the shacks.
Pooja was only emboldened when the other two men left. She could now make us extremely jealous through her antics. We saw Pooja moving her hand over Manoj’s crotch, grabbing it and giving it a tug. With those tugs, Manoj’s dick started growing inside and the bulge started to become obscenely large. Sahana and I looked at the bulge with wide eyes without any usual shyness that is characteristic of Indian wives. In order to avoid embarrassment, Manoj turned around, away from us, towards the sea, and started adjusting his cock. Pooja would not leave him even then. She went behind his back and started to massage his bare bum cheeks. Her actions were lewd and were looking straight out of a porn movie. Manoj adjusted his dick in such a way that it was now going around his waist like a belt on one side of his waist, inside the thong.
Sahana: Wow! Must have been gallons of sperm then! Priyanka, you wonderful slut. Why are you hiding your assets? You should be proud to display them.
Rohit: Bhabhi, I think you should wear something like this in Goa too. This is the right place for revealing dresses.
Sanjay: Yes, that’s right Priyanka. I have been telling you! This is the best place to experiment and be bold.
Everyone comforted and encouraged me, except that bitch Pooja!
May be, who knows, I will really surprise all these guys!
Next day morning, six of us met at a German breakfast place and then headed towards the Baga beach. All the girls were wearing loose t-shirts and shorts. Upon reaching the beach, the boys immediately stripped down to their shorts and flung themselves into the water leaving us behind. We noticed that Manoj was wearing a skimpy thong. Unlike other men, he was exposing his butt, which bought giggles from us (Sahana and I). Pooja defended him, saying, ‘I made him wear those – men look so sexy in them. Firmer the butt, you know that firmer they are up front!’ This brought even more laughs.
And indeed, when Manoj turned around, we all saw that he was sporting a big package of meat in the thong - his bulge was quite prominent. I couldn’t help but stare at it, and noticed that even Sahana was looking at his bulge. We both caught each other looking at Manoj’s package, and smiled.
Sahana: Yes, you are right, Pooja, your boyfriend is definitely firm on the front! May be, you can help him get it firmer, what do you say?
Pooja didn’t seem to like the comment, but she didn’t say anything. She took off her shirt and the short to reveal her a teeny bikini top and a small bottom. Pooja was indeed a sexy model, thin, but with nice assets, and she resemble Deepika Padukone. Her navel was pierced and she was wearing a nice navel pendant. Sahana and I couldn’t help but admire Pooja’s wonderful body, and we would be lying if we said we weren’t feeling jealous.
Next, Sahana took off her outer wear to show off her bikini which was sexy, but not as revealing as Pooja’s. I remained in longer shorts and t-shirt. Sahana and Pooja were quite surprised and asked me why I wouldn’t be wearing a bikini. I confessed that it was my first time to a beach and that I was not sure if people wore bikinis on an Indian beach. Both the girls laughed and Sahana offered herself to go with me to buy me a bikini right away.
Am I going to wear a bikini in public? I was not sure!
Leaving Pooja in that tiny bikini to the lecherous men who were feasting on her sexy figure, Sahana and I went off to buy a bikini. During the purchase Sahana commented, ‘Did you see the size of Manoj’s stuff?’
I feigned ignorance and asked, ‘what stuff?’
Sahana: Arre yaar, did you see the size of his lund? My god! It is so thick and long. That bitch Pooja is so lucky. And it is so unfair.
Me: Hmmm… yeah I saw his bulge. Indeed it is a big one.
Sahana: It is not just big. It is a monster. Dekh lena! Before the end of the trip I am going to taste it!
Me: What? But Sahana, you are married! How can you do that?
Sahana: Tu kitni oldish hai. Kya zindagi bar daal khaate baitenge? kabhi kabhi biryani bhi chakna chahiye – chahe woh padosan ke na ho. We can have sex with anyone we want as long as our husbands doesn’t know about it. Even you should try it. It will spice up your sex life.
Even I was getting dirty thoughts about that big monster of Manoj!
Would I fuck another man?
Sahana selected couple of bikinis, some really small ones. Though I protested at wearing such small stuff, Sahana forced me to try them on. She pushed me into the changing room so that I could wear one of them. I took off my shorts and t-shirt. Then I removed my panties and bra. When I wore one of the bikinis and looked into the mirror, I just didn’t think I could ever wear any of them in public. These bikinis were revealing more than what they were hiding. Practically my entire boob was out for display except the nipple part. And the bottom barely covered my larger sized pussy lips. And the back was a thong which exposed my ass completely.
Sahana kept banging on my trial room door asking me to come out and show her how it looks.
Timidly I stepped out, and when Sahana saw me, even she was surprised to see my voluptuousness oozing out of the small fabric. Practically I was standing naked. My big and roundish breasts were spilling out while my bottom was low rise showing all of my lower abdomen.
Sahana: Priyanka, you have such wide and deep navel, it looks like a dark cave. It is so suggestive. I need to watch out for you. Those hungry men on the beach could rape you.
Me: Chal hat! Aisa kuch nahi hain!
As if revealing my navel was biggest concern!
Sahana: I don’t know about others but I have to keep you away from that Manoj and his monster dick. Because that dick is going to be mine!
Priyanka: I don’t feel like wearing such an exposing bikini, Sahana. It is showing off everything.
Sahana: Arre Pagli! You have seen what Pooja was wearing? And look at the attention she is receiving from our men? In this bikini, I tell you, all the men will stop chasing Pooja and start drooling over you.
Priyanka: But this bottom, it completely exposes by ass. How can I walk in public like this?
Sahana: Priyanka, you are in Goa now. All this goes here. You will love the feeling, believe me!
In fact, I do! That day when I wore a thong to office, I was feeling sultry and horny throughout the day. It was such a great feeling!
Priyanka: Fine, but even you have to wear a similar thong!
Sahana: Absolutely, look what I have already selected. They are smaller than yours. Let me get into the changing room and come back.
When Sahana came out she was looking absolutely raunchy. Her big bottom was looking so salacious.
Priyanka: Wow! Sahana. I can guarantee you one thing. I guarantee that Manoj’s dick is yours before end of the day!
Sahana: Ye huyi na baat! Now, come, let’s steal the men away from that whore Pooja! That dick of Manoj is waiting for a job from my sweet lips. Let’s go!
Priyanka: Lips are fine, but don’t forget to use your tongue!
Sahana: You don’t worry! He will have to spill every drop out from his nuts. And I am not going to miss out on a single drop of that nectar.
Laughing at the ribald jokes, we both left the store to walk towards the beach.
Would Sahana really taste Manoj’s dick? I would love to see it if she does!
Meanwhile at the beach, the three men were completely enjoying the sultry Pooja, who was strutting around in her small bikini. Her slim figure, long legs, narrow waist, and smallish breasts were keeping our men interested and engaged. My husband brought along his camera and was taking loads of pictures of Pooja who went about posing for him. By the time we joined, Pooja was acting quite lecherously falling over her boyfriend Manoj and rolling over the beach, while posing for the pictures. When the men saw me in a sexy bikini, all the men start to shower compliments. They called me sexy, beautiful and really bold. For a while, I was the center of attention, and Pooja was not.
At last! I feel so good now! It’s fun to be sexy! It makes a woman happy!
Sanjay came close to me, hugged me, and whispered.
Sanjay: Baby, you are looking damn hot. Hotter than anything you wore so far. Wow! Your breasts are completely naked, and so is your ass. I can’t believe you are wearing a thong in a public place. What an improvement! I am so proud of you.
I hugged him and said, ‘I love you Sanjay. This is all for you’.
Sanjay: No, no! I want you to be sexy for everyone here. I want the world to see you in full glory and admire my wife.
I brought him close to me and kissed him, right in front of everyone. May be, this was the first time we ever kissed in public. Sanjay moved his hand towards my naked bum and started to caress them.
Sanjay: I just can’t wait for us to get to our hotel so that we can fuck each other crazy.
Rohit whistled and said that we should get a room right away. With that we broke our embrace and joined others.
Manoj: Bhabhi you are very hot. This bikini suits you very well.
Rohit: Yes, Bhabhi. Glad that you are also wearing a bikini. Your thong is really beautiful.
Me: Thanks Manoj and Rohit. You are so kind.
Manoj even adjusted his penis while talking to me. Rohit took the camera and asked me to pose for him. I started to show off my breasts, jutting out my ass.
Never thought I would pose in a small bikini in public to another man. And never thought that I would be loving it!
Meanwhile, Sahana made a gesture to Rohit that she was not very happy with the whole situation wherein the men were playing with Pooja. May be she was feeling a bit insecure because the men started to focus on me now. Rohit got the message, and immediately asked Sanjay if he wanted to get another beer. So they both left the waves, towards the shacks.
Pooja was only emboldened when the other two men left. She could now make us extremely jealous through her antics. We saw Pooja moving her hand over Manoj’s crotch, grabbing it and giving it a tug. With those tugs, Manoj’s dick started growing inside and the bulge started to become obscenely large. Sahana and I looked at the bulge with wide eyes without any usual shyness that is characteristic of Indian wives. In order to avoid embarrassment, Manoj turned around, away from us, towards the sea, and started adjusting his cock. Pooja would not leave him even then. She went behind his back and started to massage his bare bum cheeks. Her actions were lewd and were looking straight out of a porn movie. Manoj adjusted his dick in such a way that it was now going around his waist like a belt on one side of his waist, inside the thong.
When he turned back, we could see the bulge curling around his waist.
Sahana and I noticed how big his dick was - like a thick German Sausage wrapped inside his thong around the waist. Even though we were two Indian wives we made no attempt hide our jealousy for the luckiest bitch, Pooja, who may be getting fucked by that thick sausage on a daily basis. When Pooja noticed that we were shamelessly and lustily looking her boyfriend’s crotch, she got bolder. She started to kiss Manoj right in front of us, rubbing his hairless and well-chiseled chest and broad shoulders. To put on an erotic show to make the lecherous Indian wives more jealous, Pooja even kissed his chest and nipples. And Manoj was not able to control himself because of what his sexy girlfriend was doing to him - since the cloth on the thong was not too wide, his hardening dick couldn’t be constrained anymore. Pooja’s seductive ministrations hardened it further and it fell out from the bottom side. We were in for a surprise – we got what they wanted - a chance to look at the glorious dick which was really thick, long and hard. His gorgeous dick was still palpitating while Pooja was giving him a French kiss. Because of the lapping sea water near his thigh, Manoj was not aware that his erect dick was now out in the open to the glare of his friends’ wives who were now staring at it.
What a glorious dick it is! I envy Pooja so much! What I wouldn’t give for a single night with that monster cock!
Pooja, while moving her hands down to his abdomen, realized that her boyfriend’s enormous cock was out for display. Instead of alerting Manoj of this wardrobe malfunction, she just started tugging at his thick dick, holding it in her hand and masturbating it.
Oh my God! Pooja’s hands are unable to wrap his cock! It must be as thick as a coke can!
This from Pooja action suddenly made Manoj realize the state of his dick, and he wanted to free himself from Pooja to avoid embarrassment in front of two Indian housewives. But Pooja would not give him up. She kept on kissing him and holding him close to her. In that physical movement, they both lost their balance and fell into the water.
In that struggle to find balance and to get up, they both swirled around in the sea waves. Without losing any opportunity, Pooja, the seductress, just grabbed onto his thong, which came off his body and onto his knees. Acting as if she was also trying to find balance, Pooja just pulled off his thong entirely off of him and let it go free in water. In those sea waves, the thong was lost, leaving Manoj as naked as he was on the day he was born.
When Manoj stood up he realized that he was completely naked, with his proud dick was standing up straight, and pulsating ominously. He immediately grabbed it and tried to hide it, but he couldn’t. It was too big even for his two fists. Sahana and I were spellbound. We had never seen such a gorgeous cock ever in our lives. And it looked so big on Manoj’s body. Sahana was right. It was a monster! It had a life of its own. Though he was a handsome man, Manoj was not a very big man. He had a well-toned abdomen and chest. Whereas his dick was superhuman, really big, thick, with lot of veins going around it, and a bulbous head - almost looked twice the size of shaft. And his balls were huge nut sacks as if they were carrying large cricket balls. And while his body was a bit fair, for some reason, his cock and his balls were dark in color. When I looked at Sahana, she was licking her lips, which Manoj did not fail to notice.
With Sahana and I looking at his big dick as if we were hungry kitten smacking for milk, Manoj started to lose his embarrassment. In a suddenly found courage, he just took his hands off his dick and put them over his hips, standing proud and displaying his dick which was curved upwards like a flagpole. He looked straight into Sahana’s eyes and said, ‘Jo dikh raha hai, Woh aapko acha lag raha hain? [Do you like what you see?]’
Pooja who was till now loving these antics which made the two Indian wives jealous, was no longer impressed with this bold suggestion from her boyfriend. She immediately said, ‘Manoj, you need to cover it up.’ She wanted to go get some clothing for him, but that would leave him with the two hungry housewives that we were. So, she ordered us, ‘Sahana, Priyanka! Please don’t stand there. Could you please go get a towel or something for Manoj?’
This broke our reverie. We immediately left the love couple and started walking towards the beach away from the waves.
Sahana: God! Did you look at this cock? It is so lovely! It is so big! It is so beautiful, it is like a hockey stick! Dammit!
I couldn’t feign decency anymore. Even I agreed, ‘Yes! Sahana! It is so big, hard and so masculine.’
Sahana: Did you see those veins on his cock? They were so bloody thick!
Me: Yes! Sahana, I have never seen a cock like that in my life.
Sahana: And did you see his huge balls! They are so big.
Me: They are like oranges.
Sahana: You see, I am going to fuck that dick before the trip is over. I am going to suck it, and I am going to squeeze every drop of his cum out of those balls and swallow it. I want to teach that randi a lesson. I hate her. She is so lucky. Man! She has him every night! It is so unfair.
We reached our recliner and table, took a towel, and turned around to walk towards the lovers on the beach. The sight from the distance made us stand in our tracks. I was stunned. We saw Pooja and Manoj’s entwined bodies as one, and moving in such a manner which only suggested that they could be fucking. We started to walk towards them in a hurry, to see what was actually going on.
As we approached them, I knew for a fact that Manoj was fucking Pooja right in the open seas. Pooja was locked in an embrace with Manoj and kissing him profusely while moving her hands all over his back. Manoj was moving his hips with a constant pace. Pooja was also naked completely, her bikini top and bottom are nowhere to be seen. And Manoj’s thick dick was going in and out of Pooja’s pussy. Sahana and I could not believe our eyes. I had never seen anyone fuck. And this pair was doing it right in the open. There were few other people nearby who noticed what was happening.
Wow! I am seeing two people fuck in the open! And it is so erotic! Will I ever be able to fuck like that in my life?
When we came close to the couple to hand over the towel, the fucking pair would not stop fucking. They only increased the tempo, with Pooja grunting, ‘yes, yes! yes, yes! yes, yes!’ Manoj was just going strong now. Realizing that they were now being watched only increased their fervor. It was clear that Pooja was putting on a show.
Having an audience gives a different kick, I guess! I can imagine myself in Pooja’s position! And I think I would do the same! Not give up that monster cock! Even if it meant the whole world was watching!
Manoj started to shove his dick in long, hard and rapid strokes. Pooja went, ‘yes, Manoj! Fuck me! Fuck me! OOOOOHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK…’ He was holding her by her ass cheeks quite forcefully and we could see his monstrous dick come out and go in. It was such a beautiful sight. No porn movie would really make up for this live show. With few more rapid strokes, Manoj could not control it anymore, and he started to release his hot jism into Pooja’s hot pussy. ‘OOOH! BABY! OOOH! TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT!’ While he was releasing his cum into Pooja’s cunt, he was eyeing lustfully at Sahana. With his release, the hot pair got cooled down in the late evening breeze of Goa, under the watchful and jealous eyes of two Indian housewives.
Dipping themselves into the water, they cleaned themselves. Shamelessly, Pooja used her fingers to clean inside of her pussy using the water from the waves, saying, ‘Manoj! How many times I told you not to come inside me? You never listen to me. You always take me for granted’. Manoj suddenly got infuriated and slapped her naked bum, saying ‘Baby, I like to fill you up with my cum. I want to fill up your pussy, your tummy, your mouth and your hair. Hehe!’ When he was saying this, he was actually looking straight into the eyes of lusty Sahana.
Pooja noticed this, and it really took Pooja off the edge. ‘What an asshole you are, Manoj, now do you want to fuck her as well?’ and she started hitting him. Manoj held her hands and forced her into submission, and said, ‘Sorry Baby!’ That’s when Sahana offered the towel and said, ‘Do you guys want to use the towel now?’ With that, the spent couple sheepishly grinned at their audience and took the towel.
But since both of them needed a cover, and there was only one towel, Manoj lifted Pooja into an embrace and wrapped the towel around both their bodies. He started walking towards the beach holding Pooja in his embrace, each of them facing the other. Pooja was now ready to forgive him and started smooching on whole of his face.
It is so easy to forgive a man with such a big dick! Which woman wouldn’t love such a man!
Their walk looked like some sexy erotic movie. By the time they reached their table and recliner, the rubbing between the two wet bodies had the desired effect on his limp dick. The constant touch of Pooja’s almost naked body against his naked body, her wet pussy rubbing against his limp dick made Manoj hard again. And the constant glares from Sahana and I was only adding to his excitement.
So when they unwrapped themselves at their corner, his dick was semi hard and swollen. Manoj lost all inhibitions and sat down on the recliner coolly without covering himself. His dick was lying on his belly upright with balls exposed at the bottom. It was getting hard once again. He took some Breezer and poured it on his dick, looked at Pooja, and said, ‘Baby lick this’. Sahana said, ‘Yes, Pooja lick it.
Sahana and I noticed how big his dick was - like a thick German Sausage wrapped inside his thong around the waist. Even though we were two Indian wives we made no attempt hide our jealousy for the luckiest bitch, Pooja, who may be getting fucked by that thick sausage on a daily basis. When Pooja noticed that we were shamelessly and lustily looking her boyfriend’s crotch, she got bolder. She started to kiss Manoj right in front of us, rubbing his hairless and well-chiseled chest and broad shoulders. To put on an erotic show to make the lecherous Indian wives more jealous, Pooja even kissed his chest and nipples. And Manoj was not able to control himself because of what his sexy girlfriend was doing to him - since the cloth on the thong was not too wide, his hardening dick couldn’t be constrained anymore. Pooja’s seductive ministrations hardened it further and it fell out from the bottom side. We were in for a surprise – we got what they wanted - a chance to look at the glorious dick which was really thick, long and hard. His gorgeous dick was still palpitating while Pooja was giving him a French kiss. Because of the lapping sea water near his thigh, Manoj was not aware that his erect dick was now out in the open to the glare of his friends’ wives who were now staring at it.
What a glorious dick it is! I envy Pooja so much! What I wouldn’t give for a single night with that monster cock!
Pooja, while moving her hands down to his abdomen, realized that her boyfriend’s enormous cock was out for display. Instead of alerting Manoj of this wardrobe malfunction, she just started tugging at his thick dick, holding it in her hand and masturbating it.
Oh my God! Pooja’s hands are unable to wrap his cock! It must be as thick as a coke can!
This from Pooja action suddenly made Manoj realize the state of his dick, and he wanted to free himself from Pooja to avoid embarrassment in front of two Indian housewives. But Pooja would not give him up. She kept on kissing him and holding him close to her. In that physical movement, they both lost their balance and fell into the water.
In that struggle to find balance and to get up, they both swirled around in the sea waves. Without losing any opportunity, Pooja, the seductress, just grabbed onto his thong, which came off his body and onto his knees. Acting as if she was also trying to find balance, Pooja just pulled off his thong entirely off of him and let it go free in water. In those sea waves, the thong was lost, leaving Manoj as naked as he was on the day he was born.
When Manoj stood up he realized that he was completely naked, with his proud dick was standing up straight, and pulsating ominously. He immediately grabbed it and tried to hide it, but he couldn’t. It was too big even for his two fists. Sahana and I were spellbound. We had never seen such a gorgeous cock ever in our lives. And it looked so big on Manoj’s body. Sahana was right. It was a monster! It had a life of its own. Though he was a handsome man, Manoj was not a very big man. He had a well-toned abdomen and chest. Whereas his dick was superhuman, really big, thick, with lot of veins going around it, and a bulbous head - almost looked twice the size of shaft. And his balls were huge nut sacks as if they were carrying large cricket balls. And while his body was a bit fair, for some reason, his cock and his balls were dark in color. When I looked at Sahana, she was licking her lips, which Manoj did not fail to notice.
With Sahana and I looking at his big dick as if we were hungry kitten smacking for milk, Manoj started to lose his embarrassment. In a suddenly found courage, he just took his hands off his dick and put them over his hips, standing proud and displaying his dick which was curved upwards like a flagpole. He looked straight into Sahana’s eyes and said, ‘Jo dikh raha hai, Woh aapko acha lag raha hain? [Do you like what you see?]’
Pooja who was till now loving these antics which made the two Indian wives jealous, was no longer impressed with this bold suggestion from her boyfriend. She immediately said, ‘Manoj, you need to cover it up.’ She wanted to go get some clothing for him, but that would leave him with the two hungry housewives that we were. So, she ordered us, ‘Sahana, Priyanka! Please don’t stand there. Could you please go get a towel or something for Manoj?’
This broke our reverie. We immediately left the love couple and started walking towards the beach away from the waves.
Sahana: God! Did you look at this cock? It is so lovely! It is so big! It is so beautiful, it is like a hockey stick! Dammit!
I couldn’t feign decency anymore. Even I agreed, ‘Yes! Sahana! It is so big, hard and so masculine.’
Sahana: Did you see those veins on his cock? They were so bloody thick!
Me: Yes! Sahana, I have never seen a cock like that in my life.
Sahana: And did you see his huge balls! They are so big.
Me: They are like oranges.
Sahana: You see, I am going to fuck that dick before the trip is over. I am going to suck it, and I am going to squeeze every drop of his cum out of those balls and swallow it. I want to teach that randi a lesson. I hate her. She is so lucky. Man! She has him every night! It is so unfair.
We reached our recliner and table, took a towel, and turned around to walk towards the lovers on the beach. The sight from the distance made us stand in our tracks. I was stunned. We saw Pooja and Manoj’s entwined bodies as one, and moving in such a manner which only suggested that they could be fucking. We started to walk towards them in a hurry, to see what was actually going on.
As we approached them, I knew for a fact that Manoj was fucking Pooja right in the open seas. Pooja was locked in an embrace with Manoj and kissing him profusely while moving her hands all over his back. Manoj was moving his hips with a constant pace. Pooja was also naked completely, her bikini top and bottom are nowhere to be seen. And Manoj’s thick dick was going in and out of Pooja’s pussy. Sahana and I could not believe our eyes. I had never seen anyone fuck. And this pair was doing it right in the open. There were few other people nearby who noticed what was happening.
Wow! I am seeing two people fuck in the open! And it is so erotic! Will I ever be able to fuck like that in my life?
When we came close to the couple to hand over the towel, the fucking pair would not stop fucking. They only increased the tempo, with Pooja grunting, ‘yes, yes! yes, yes! yes, yes!’ Manoj was just going strong now. Realizing that they were now being watched only increased their fervor. It was clear that Pooja was putting on a show.
Having an audience gives a different kick, I guess! I can imagine myself in Pooja’s position! And I think I would do the same! Not give up that monster cock! Even if it meant the whole world was watching!
Manoj started to shove his dick in long, hard and rapid strokes. Pooja went, ‘yes, Manoj! Fuck me! Fuck me! OOOOOHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK…’ He was holding her by her ass cheeks quite forcefully and we could see his monstrous dick come out and go in. It was such a beautiful sight. No porn movie would really make up for this live show. With few more rapid strokes, Manoj could not control it anymore, and he started to release his hot jism into Pooja’s hot pussy. ‘OOOH! BABY! OOOH! TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT!’ While he was releasing his cum into Pooja’s cunt, he was eyeing lustfully at Sahana. With his release, the hot pair got cooled down in the late evening breeze of Goa, under the watchful and jealous eyes of two Indian housewives.
Dipping themselves into the water, they cleaned themselves. Shamelessly, Pooja used her fingers to clean inside of her pussy using the water from the waves, saying, ‘Manoj! How many times I told you not to come inside me? You never listen to me. You always take me for granted’. Manoj suddenly got infuriated and slapped her naked bum, saying ‘Baby, I like to fill you up with my cum. I want to fill up your pussy, your tummy, your mouth and your hair. Hehe!’ When he was saying this, he was actually looking straight into the eyes of lusty Sahana.
Pooja noticed this, and it really took Pooja off the edge. ‘What an asshole you are, Manoj, now do you want to fuck her as well?’ and she started hitting him. Manoj held her hands and forced her into submission, and said, ‘Sorry Baby!’ That’s when Sahana offered the towel and said, ‘Do you guys want to use the towel now?’ With that, the spent couple sheepishly grinned at their audience and took the towel.
But since both of them needed a cover, and there was only one towel, Manoj lifted Pooja into an embrace and wrapped the towel around both their bodies. He started walking towards the beach holding Pooja in his embrace, each of them facing the other. Pooja was now ready to forgive him and started smooching on whole of his face.
It is so easy to forgive a man with such a big dick! Which woman wouldn’t love such a man!
Their walk looked like some sexy erotic movie. By the time they reached their table and recliner, the rubbing between the two wet bodies had the desired effect on his limp dick. The constant touch of Pooja’s almost naked body against his naked body, her wet pussy rubbing against his limp dick made Manoj hard again. And the constant glares from Sahana and I was only adding to his excitement.
So when they unwrapped themselves at their corner, his dick was semi hard and swollen. Manoj lost all inhibitions and sat down on the recliner coolly without covering himself. His dick was lying on his belly upright with balls exposed at the bottom. It was getting hard once again. He took some Breezer and poured it on his dick, looked at Pooja, and said, ‘Baby lick this’. Sahana said, ‘Yes, Pooja lick it.
Lick your boyfriend’. Pooja got very angry with Manoj’s treatment and Sahana’s intervention. She shouted at Manoj, ‘Fuck you asshole. Get it licked and sucked by your new friend here’ looking at Sahana. With that she immediately she wrapped the towel around her, and left the beach, walking towards the hotel room.
Now, it was just three of us – Sahana, Manoj and I on an almost desolate afternoon beach. It was slightly awkward moment for me. Here Manoj was sitting on the couch like a king with his really large, thick and long dick lying on his belly, growing each second. Before I could realize what was happening, Sahana took the Breezer and poured some on Manoj’s dick and bent down to start licking it. This took both Manoj and I by shock. We were just not ready for this surprise from Sahana. Right there on the beach, Sahana was giving her husband’s friend a blowjob. She started sucking on it, licking it, making slurping sounds, ‘Yumm, MMM, lovely, Hmmm, so tasty, mmm.’ Manoj was enjoying this treatment from his friend’s wife. Sahana made his dick really wet, and gave it a squeeze. She rubbed his balls and started choking on his enlarged dick. With Sahana’s head bobbing up and down near his crotch, Manoj looked into my eyes and said, ‘Join us Priyanka. Why do you want be left out?’ This woke me up from my dream like trance. Though I enjoyed the show very much I decided I couldn’t stay there anymore. Leaving the new love birds alone I went out to look for my husband.
I wish I could continue watching the show! But I am not sure if I am ready what would come next! Fuck Manoj right there on the beach? What a wonderful thought!
I put on my t-shirt, wore my shorts and went looking for Sanjay and Rohit but I had no clue where they were. When I tried to call them, their phones were unreachable. Not knowing what to do, I went back to the hostel and took a nap.
I had really weird dreams!
I was on a beach, and I was completely nude, frolicking and cavorting, I was approached by a stranger. He was very small, like a dwarf, but his dick was really huge, almost the size of my arm. It was erect, the tip almost came up to his head. When I saw the dick, I felt excited, but was scared at the same time. The dwarf kept following me, and I kept moving away from him, and then I started to run, but the dwarf was always right behind me. After some running I slipped and fell on the sand – the dwarf caught me by force and turned me around, and inserted his big dick into my ass and started to fuck me. Instead of pain, I was feeling the pleasure. Instead of rejecting it, I was gladly taking it. I was enjoying being raped by a dwarf with a humungous dick in my ass. Then I saw another man approach us while were still fucking. When he came close to me, I saw that it was Sanjay, my dear husband. He was crying inconsolably. I was feeling sad for him, but I was not ready to stop my fucking. I let the dwarf continue to fuck me, while I was trying to explain and make Sanjay understand that it is OK. That he should not cry. But he kept on crying. I felt bad for him, but I was not ready to stop being fucked.
I suddenly woke up, and found myself in a hotel in Goa.
Oh! My goodness! What a fantastic dream! I was having such a great time! It was like I died and reached heavens!
Sanjay came back to the hotel in the evening. He told me they went to a shack where they were playing pool. Rohit and my husband had a good time. Sanjay lay next to me– and I told him what happened at the beach with Pooja, Manoj and Sahana.
While I was relating the story, Sanjay immediately got hard, and we both started to play with each other, which moved into nice love making session in the shower. I was fucking my husband but I was only imagining Manoj, and his fabulous dick. I was so horny that I even let Sanjay insert his finger into my asshole for the first time, and when we were almost done, I got down on all fours and asked my husband to spray his cum all over my face, just like in porn movies. I gave him one of the fantastic blow jobs, I licked and sucked his dick like a porn star, and deep throated him so that my nose reached his pubes. He grabbed me like that for few seconds, with his dick inside my throat, during which I took out my tongue and started licking his balls in that position. It was too much for my nice husband. When he sprayed his man juices, I kept my eyes open and tried to grab as much as possible into my mouth and swallowed every drop that I could receive. I didn’t like the taste much, but I was too horny to be thinking of pleasing my taste buds.
For the dinner, Sanjay forced me to wear a long slim, figure hugging dress with sweetheart neckline, without a bra, showing off ample cleavage, wearing only a thong. My 36C boobs were once again in display, and the sweetheart neckline had padding that pushed them upwards obscenely. Sanjay looked at them and said that almost 3/4 of my breasts were out in display. I wore a nice pendant that dropped right into the massive cleavage and got stuck. Sanjay said that it was looking sexy being stuck there. Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew that I was ultra-hot. The dress hugged my figure completely and was showing off all then necessary curves – it was accentuating the hips, the ass, the shape of my tight thighs and legs. It was delineating the shape of my abdomen as well. It showed off the curves of lower belly, and a small dip where my navel is. The boobs just jutted out, and the flesh was loosely balanced on the top of the neckline. The entire rack wobbled like two water filled balloons whenever I took a step in 4 inch heels. The shoulder and upper part of torso was laid bare. Upon Sanjay’s suggestion I put on some glitter which made my skin shine. Sanjay was very particular about applying some on the boobs and the cleavage. He said that the glitter did a lot more to accentuate my cleavage than the dress itself. I was also feeling randy from the day’s event and was really looking forward to get some attention from Manoj and Rohit, and more sincerely wanted to piss off that bitch Pooja.
When we came out of our room and came into the lobby, we met Sahana and Rohit in the lobby. When I saw Sahana, she complimented me on the dress and then made a gesture to me not to reveal her secrets. I gave her an assuring smile. She was glowing after her sexcapade on the beach. I was not sure if she went all the way and fucked Manoj right there on the beach, or if she just gave him a blow job and took every drop of his cum into belly, as promised.
Sahana was wearing a long frock which was not very sexy. Rohit was lavishing compliments on my sexiness and my revealing dress, which was making me feel itchy and sensual. Pooja and Manoj joined us next. Pooja was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, not very sexy either. Manoj gave me sheepish smile, maybe he was feeling awkward at what happened in the afternoon. And Pooja was acting very distant with him. Looks like they had a fight. Probably Pooja wanted to know what happened with Sahana at the beach after she left.
To make things easy, I said, Manoj: So you had a good nap on the beach? Sahana and I had to leave you there like that.
He said, yes, it was good.
I guess this must have been one of the stories he told his girlfriend, because suddenly the frigidness of Pooja was gone. Pooja looked at me, eyeing me from top to bottom, and when Manoj said, ‘Bhabhi aap bahut mast lag rahe ho. What a nice choice of dress for an evening in Goa. It is quite sexy’, Pooja immediately responded, ‘Manoj I have to go back and change my dress’. Sahana said the same, ‘I want to go and change my dress as well’.
Looks like I really ticked off these two sexy women with my revealing dress! Wonderful!
Rohit and Manoj said, ‘but we are very hungry’.
Me: Yeah, me too. I am famished.
Sanjay: Why don’t you three hungry people go ahead, take places at the bar. I will wait here for Sahana and Pooja and bring them.
Manoj and Rohit immediately agreed and started proceeding towards the car. And when I was about to leave with two stranger men whom I met a day ago, I felt that Sanjay winked at me. Or was it not a wink? Did I read him right?
What was my husband up to? Is he sending me with two friends deliberately? Was this part of his plan? Does he want me to do something? Did he wish it? Oh! I am not sure!
We left the car for Sanjay, Pooja and Sahana and decided to take a taxi to the bar. We started walking towards the road, with me in the middle of two handsome men, and none of whom was my husband. It’s definitely a different feeling getting escorted by two strangers. For many years now I was conscious of the fact that I had really big boobs. Many a times, men kept checking me out, mostly focusing on my heavy breasts. And to avoid such glare from men I learnt the habit of wearing loose clothes to make them look unobtrusive. And yet, these men, who are trained to look for sexiness in our conservative society would still figure out that I was sporting a large rack and would continue to ogle at me. For many years, I really got irked by such glares from men. But of late I started to enjoy the attention, thanks to Sanjay, and quite recently started tasting the power my assets have over men, especially the powerful men, the handsome men, and the strong men.
Today, I was wearing one of the sexiest dresses, which accentuated my boobs to the hilt while pressing upon on the rest of my body to show its contours in clear detail. The boobs were looking wobbly over the sweetheart neckline, and the cleavage was deep. It is hard to restrain 36C boobs, and today I just unleased them - they were not ready to stay at one place – the globes kept moving up and down, left and right with each step I took. And I couldn’t notice a single man who was not noticing them.
I am the center of attention once again and I am loving every minute of it!
Rohit: Priyanka! You are looking so beautiful.
Now, it was just three of us – Sahana, Manoj and I on an almost desolate afternoon beach. It was slightly awkward moment for me. Here Manoj was sitting on the couch like a king with his really large, thick and long dick lying on his belly, growing each second. Before I could realize what was happening, Sahana took the Breezer and poured some on Manoj’s dick and bent down to start licking it. This took both Manoj and I by shock. We were just not ready for this surprise from Sahana. Right there on the beach, Sahana was giving her husband’s friend a blowjob. She started sucking on it, licking it, making slurping sounds, ‘Yumm, MMM, lovely, Hmmm, so tasty, mmm.’ Manoj was enjoying this treatment from his friend’s wife. Sahana made his dick really wet, and gave it a squeeze. She rubbed his balls and started choking on his enlarged dick. With Sahana’s head bobbing up and down near his crotch, Manoj looked into my eyes and said, ‘Join us Priyanka. Why do you want be left out?’ This woke me up from my dream like trance. Though I enjoyed the show very much I decided I couldn’t stay there anymore. Leaving the new love birds alone I went out to look for my husband.
I wish I could continue watching the show! But I am not sure if I am ready what would come next! Fuck Manoj right there on the beach? What a wonderful thought!
I put on my t-shirt, wore my shorts and went looking for Sanjay and Rohit but I had no clue where they were. When I tried to call them, their phones were unreachable. Not knowing what to do, I went back to the hostel and took a nap.
I had really weird dreams!
I was on a beach, and I was completely nude, frolicking and cavorting, I was approached by a stranger. He was very small, like a dwarf, but his dick was really huge, almost the size of my arm. It was erect, the tip almost came up to his head. When I saw the dick, I felt excited, but was scared at the same time. The dwarf kept following me, and I kept moving away from him, and then I started to run, but the dwarf was always right behind me. After some running I slipped and fell on the sand – the dwarf caught me by force and turned me around, and inserted his big dick into my ass and started to fuck me. Instead of pain, I was feeling the pleasure. Instead of rejecting it, I was gladly taking it. I was enjoying being raped by a dwarf with a humungous dick in my ass. Then I saw another man approach us while were still fucking. When he came close to me, I saw that it was Sanjay, my dear husband. He was crying inconsolably. I was feeling sad for him, but I was not ready to stop my fucking. I let the dwarf continue to fuck me, while I was trying to explain and make Sanjay understand that it is OK. That he should not cry. But he kept on crying. I felt bad for him, but I was not ready to stop being fucked.
I suddenly woke up, and found myself in a hotel in Goa.
Oh! My goodness! What a fantastic dream! I was having such a great time! It was like I died and reached heavens!
Sanjay came back to the hotel in the evening. He told me they went to a shack where they were playing pool. Rohit and my husband had a good time. Sanjay lay next to me– and I told him what happened at the beach with Pooja, Manoj and Sahana.
While I was relating the story, Sanjay immediately got hard, and we both started to play with each other, which moved into nice love making session in the shower. I was fucking my husband but I was only imagining Manoj, and his fabulous dick. I was so horny that I even let Sanjay insert his finger into my asshole for the first time, and when we were almost done, I got down on all fours and asked my husband to spray his cum all over my face, just like in porn movies. I gave him one of the fantastic blow jobs, I licked and sucked his dick like a porn star, and deep throated him so that my nose reached his pubes. He grabbed me like that for few seconds, with his dick inside my throat, during which I took out my tongue and started licking his balls in that position. It was too much for my nice husband. When he sprayed his man juices, I kept my eyes open and tried to grab as much as possible into my mouth and swallowed every drop that I could receive. I didn’t like the taste much, but I was too horny to be thinking of pleasing my taste buds.
For the dinner, Sanjay forced me to wear a long slim, figure hugging dress with sweetheart neckline, without a bra, showing off ample cleavage, wearing only a thong. My 36C boobs were once again in display, and the sweetheart neckline had padding that pushed them upwards obscenely. Sanjay looked at them and said that almost 3/4 of my breasts were out in display. I wore a nice pendant that dropped right into the massive cleavage and got stuck. Sanjay said that it was looking sexy being stuck there. Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew that I was ultra-hot. The dress hugged my figure completely and was showing off all then necessary curves – it was accentuating the hips, the ass, the shape of my tight thighs and legs. It was delineating the shape of my abdomen as well. It showed off the curves of lower belly, and a small dip where my navel is. The boobs just jutted out, and the flesh was loosely balanced on the top of the neckline. The entire rack wobbled like two water filled balloons whenever I took a step in 4 inch heels. The shoulder and upper part of torso was laid bare. Upon Sanjay’s suggestion I put on some glitter which made my skin shine. Sanjay was very particular about applying some on the boobs and the cleavage. He said that the glitter did a lot more to accentuate my cleavage than the dress itself. I was also feeling randy from the day’s event and was really looking forward to get some attention from Manoj and Rohit, and more sincerely wanted to piss off that bitch Pooja.
When we came out of our room and came into the lobby, we met Sahana and Rohit in the lobby. When I saw Sahana, she complimented me on the dress and then made a gesture to me not to reveal her secrets. I gave her an assuring smile. She was glowing after her sexcapade on the beach. I was not sure if she went all the way and fucked Manoj right there on the beach, or if she just gave him a blow job and took every drop of his cum into belly, as promised.
Sahana was wearing a long frock which was not very sexy. Rohit was lavishing compliments on my sexiness and my revealing dress, which was making me feel itchy and sensual. Pooja and Manoj joined us next. Pooja was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, not very sexy either. Manoj gave me sheepish smile, maybe he was feeling awkward at what happened in the afternoon. And Pooja was acting very distant with him. Looks like they had a fight. Probably Pooja wanted to know what happened with Sahana at the beach after she left.
To make things easy, I said, Manoj: So you had a good nap on the beach? Sahana and I had to leave you there like that.
He said, yes, it was good.
I guess this must have been one of the stories he told his girlfriend, because suddenly the frigidness of Pooja was gone. Pooja looked at me, eyeing me from top to bottom, and when Manoj said, ‘Bhabhi aap bahut mast lag rahe ho. What a nice choice of dress for an evening in Goa. It is quite sexy’, Pooja immediately responded, ‘Manoj I have to go back and change my dress’. Sahana said the same, ‘I want to go and change my dress as well’.
Looks like I really ticked off these two sexy women with my revealing dress! Wonderful!
Rohit and Manoj said, ‘but we are very hungry’.
Me: Yeah, me too. I am famished.
Sanjay: Why don’t you three hungry people go ahead, take places at the bar. I will wait here for Sahana and Pooja and bring them.
Manoj and Rohit immediately agreed and started proceeding towards the car. And when I was about to leave with two stranger men whom I met a day ago, I felt that Sanjay winked at me. Or was it not a wink? Did I read him right?
What was my husband up to? Is he sending me with two friends deliberately? Was this part of his plan? Does he want me to do something? Did he wish it? Oh! I am not sure!
We left the car for Sanjay, Pooja and Sahana and decided to take a taxi to the bar. We started walking towards the road, with me in the middle of two handsome men, and none of whom was my husband. It’s definitely a different feeling getting escorted by two strangers. For many years now I was conscious of the fact that I had really big boobs. Many a times, men kept checking me out, mostly focusing on my heavy breasts. And to avoid such glare from men I learnt the habit of wearing loose clothes to make them look unobtrusive. And yet, these men, who are trained to look for sexiness in our conservative society would still figure out that I was sporting a large rack and would continue to ogle at me. For many years, I really got irked by such glares from men. But of late I started to enjoy the attention, thanks to Sanjay, and quite recently started tasting the power my assets have over men, especially the powerful men, the handsome men, and the strong men.
Today, I was wearing one of the sexiest dresses, which accentuated my boobs to the hilt while pressing upon on the rest of my body to show its contours in clear detail. The boobs were looking wobbly over the sweetheart neckline, and the cleavage was deep. It is hard to restrain 36C boobs, and today I just unleased them - they were not ready to stay at one place – the globes kept moving up and down, left and right with each step I took. And I couldn’t notice a single man who was not noticing them.
I am the center of attention once again and I am loving every minute of it!
Rohit: Priyanka! You are looking so beautiful.
Everyone here is going mad just looking at you. I hope that’s OK with you.
Me: Yeah, it is making me feel a bit uncomfortable, so many men ogling me with so much lu….
Rohit: With so much what, Priyanka?
Me: Oh, nothing. Just forget it.
Manoj: Lust? Is that it Priyanka?
Me: Yes. I can see lust in their eyes. I feel naked when they look at me like that.
Rohit: Do you want use a wrap, I have one in the hotel room?
Me: Not really, it is quite hot. I am quite OK like this.
Manoj: From what I know, Priyanka, most women actually enjoying the male attention, don’t they?
Me: Hmmm…. I guess they do. But some don’t.
Manoj: So, which one are you, Priyanka? The one who enjoys the attention or the one who doesn’t?
Me: May be yes, may be no, but I won’t tell you that. It’s a woman’s secret. Why don’t you figure it out?
Manoj: Ah! There is nothing secret about it. I think almost every woman loves it and enjoys. Some don’t, only because the society doesn’t approve of it. I know my girlfriend Pooja very well. The day she exposes and gets lot of stares and glares, that night she is superhot in the bed. Actually she desires every lustful stare she gets. All of you are the same - Women love to flaunt your boobs and ass and love it when men drool over them.
Rohit: That may not be true for everyone woman, Manoj. For example, take the example of Sahana, my wife. She absolutely does not crave men’s attention and she is definitely not thinking about other men when she goes out.
Manoj held my hand and pressed it while controlling his laughter, and that made me laugh out loud as well. We were just thinking, how naïve Rohit is. As of this afternoon, his wife had abandoned all shame to suck Manoj’s huge dick right on the beach.
Poor Rohit, he still imagines Sahana to be a chaste Indian wife.
Rohit was confused, ‘Why are you laughing? That was not a joke.’
Me: Yeah, yes, we know. It was not a joke. I remembered something else from afternoon.
Rohit pressed on, ‘What happened this afternoon?’
Me: Should I tell, Manoj, or are you going to tell?
Manoj was in for a surprise. He was stammering, so I decided to help me out.
Me: Nothing much, Manoj, just that some men whistled at Sahana at the beach today, and she was quite excited about it. So, I imagine your wife loves male attention – maybe, you just don’t know about it.
Manoj was relieved, and he held my hand and gave a ‘thank you’ squeeze.
We walked a long way to the gate and got into a taxi. Funnily, all of us got squeezed into the back, leaving the front seat vacant. I was once again in the center. It was a tight fit, and we were rubbing each other’s bodies a lot. Moreover my cleavage was now on full display because both of them got a top view from two sides. And each movement of theirs was somehow brushing against my boobs and each time they touched, they were jiggling.
I could feel warmth of two men on both sides, and I was feeling horny! How much I wish these men take control and fuck me right now in the car!
Once we got into the car, it became clear that it was a tight squeeze. It was a small Tata Indica. Even the Goan taxi driver expressed surprise when both men got into the back with me – he expected one of them to sit in the front. Clearly, it looked like some kind of competition, with both men trying to impress me, be near and around me.
That’s a nice feeling, to be wanted! Not by just one man, but two of them at the same time!
Manoj: It’s a long way, so why don’t we play something.
I was excited, I love such travel games.
Manoj: Each of us shall ask a question about the other, and same question applies to all of us in turn. Let me start. Priyanka, What according to you is the best feature of your body?
Me: So, everyone is asked the same question right?
Manoj: Yes. Once the round is complete, a new question is started by a different person.
Me: OK. But why don’t we start with Rohit this time?
Rohit: OK. I will go ahead. I think the best part of my body is my chest. Sahana keeps saying that it is broad, and hairless, and she loves it. Sometime she sleeps putting her head on my chest.
Me: OK, I think the best feature of my body are my eyes. Many people told me that they are quite beautiful. Even Sanjay thinks the same.
Rohit: Yes, Bhabhi, they are indeed extremely beautiful. I should say that they are very sexy.
Me: Thank you, Rohit. But both of you can call me Priyanka, instead of calling me Bhabhi.
Manoj: Agreed, let’s do away with these relations which come in the way of becoming good friends. BTW, I want to add a few things about Priyanka’s eyes. I think they are more than just sexy. The right word to describe them is seductive. Don’t mind me saying this, Bhabhi, I mean Priyanka. They are very alluring. Very rarely I have seen a woman who has such seductive and inviting eyes. And the way you accentuate them with thick kaajal and layer of mascara, they pop out and make them enticing.
Rohit: Priyanka, I completely agree with Manoj. Eyes are definitely one of the best features of your body. But I am not the sure if that is the best feature, I believe there are other features of your body that are far more inviting and alluring.
Priyanka: Yes, I agree, but that is not part of the question, right? Now, it’s Manoj’s turn to answer the same question. Ahem! I am keenly interested in knowing what you have to answer.
Manoj: OK. OK. I get it. Yes, I confess that my penis is my best feature of my body.
Me: Ewww! Manoj! I was hoping that you would say it is your butt.
Rohit: Yeah, Manoj. Can’t believe you said that in front of Sanjay’s wife.
Manoj: But that’s entirely true. I didn’t make it up. You can even ask Pooja. She is in love with my cock. She wants it all the time. She says that it is the best part of my body. In fact, sometimes I think that she doesn’t like the rest of me, she is only obsessed with my dick, and that too only when it is erect. Other times she treats me like shit. What can I say? I am just being honest here. My cock is my body’s best feature. It is big, thick, long, curved upwards, and I think women love such cocks.
Me: Haha! That’s so sweet of you Manoj, for being honest, but I won’t be part of this game anymore.
The reason I wanted the game to stop is because both the men were sporting boners and I could see the tents in their pants, and at one point of time, while we were moving our hands, I could touch Manoj’s hardness. It sent electric shocks through my body – and I could suddenly see flashes of afternoon events, Manoj fucking Pooja standing in the waves, and Sahana licking and slurping on his huge cock.
At the same time, Manoj was constantly moving his hand to rub against lower side of my boobs. Also, Rohit was constantly putting his hand over my back and caressing my bare back. I admit I was loving the attention these men were giving me. But I was not sure if I want to take it further, not sure where it would take us.
Rohit: Oh, Priyanka. Come on! Manoj’s single answer should not ruin our game.
Manoj: Chicken, Chicken, Priyanka is a chicken!
Me: Oh, stop it Manoj. Don’t be a kid now, otherwise I am going to spill the beans.
Rohit: What beans are you talking about?
Me: Oh nothing. Don’t worry now, Manoj will be a good boy, right?
Manoj: OK, fine, but let’s continue the game. I will not be honest, then.
Me: OK, fine. Will play, but Manoj has to control!
At this point of time, Manoj had planted his hand on my thigh completely and was moving it slowly forward and backward. It was a touch that comes with familiarity and at the same time was sensual enough to let the other person know that it is not casual.
Manoj: It’s my turn now to start a question, Priyanka, what according to you is the best part of the other person’s body? You have to answer it for both of us.
Me: I think I will go with Sahana. Rohit’s best feature is his chest. It is broad and comforting to a woman. And I think, Manoj’s best feature is his butt. It is cute. We all saw it today. He barely covered it.
Manoj: Priyanka, that’s so unfair. You have seen much more, but would not compliment on my best features, but that’s OK. I will concede. My butt is my best feature. Now, its Rohit’s turn to answer.
Rohit: I think the best feature about Manoj is hairstyle. He has a cool crew cut. And the best feature about Priyanka, Hmm… there are so many. I have to pick one. I think it is her navel. It is deep and big. It is very sexy.
Now, Rohit’s hand around my back has now descended a bit more, and his fingertips were occasionally touching the soft flesh of my boobs at each bump on the road, and Goan roads had many potholes to make the ride quite interesting.
Manoj: Yes, Rohit, Priyanka’s navel is indeed quite sexy. First time I saw it, it just made me go mad with desire. Sorry, Priyanka, for saying this, but Pooja doesn’t have a cute navel. It is just small and plain, whereas yours is a bit vulgar, but that’s what makes it attractive.
Me: Manoj! I am not sure if you are complimenting me or passing snide remarks.
Manoj: Honest. I am complimenting you. Anyway, it’s my turn. Rohit, I will say you have nice legs. They are thick and strong. I wish I had them. And I think Priyanka’s best feature is her boobs.
Me: Chee! Manoj, you are doing it again. You have no control.
With each swing of the car, one of the guys was falling all over me, which in turn was making me fall over on the next one. We were getting squeezed in that little car, and I started to feel that the taxi driver was deliberately making the car swing like that enjoying the show in his rearview mirror.
Manoj: What did I do wrong here? I am just telling you what I think is the best feature about you.
Me: Yeah, it is making me feel a bit uncomfortable, so many men ogling me with so much lu….
Rohit: With so much what, Priyanka?
Me: Oh, nothing. Just forget it.
Manoj: Lust? Is that it Priyanka?
Me: Yes. I can see lust in their eyes. I feel naked when they look at me like that.
Rohit: Do you want use a wrap, I have one in the hotel room?
Me: Not really, it is quite hot. I am quite OK like this.
Manoj: From what I know, Priyanka, most women actually enjoying the male attention, don’t they?
Me: Hmmm…. I guess they do. But some don’t.
Manoj: So, which one are you, Priyanka? The one who enjoys the attention or the one who doesn’t?
Me: May be yes, may be no, but I won’t tell you that. It’s a woman’s secret. Why don’t you figure it out?
Manoj: Ah! There is nothing secret about it. I think almost every woman loves it and enjoys. Some don’t, only because the society doesn’t approve of it. I know my girlfriend Pooja very well. The day she exposes and gets lot of stares and glares, that night she is superhot in the bed. Actually she desires every lustful stare she gets. All of you are the same - Women love to flaunt your boobs and ass and love it when men drool over them.
Rohit: That may not be true for everyone woman, Manoj. For example, take the example of Sahana, my wife. She absolutely does not crave men’s attention and she is definitely not thinking about other men when she goes out.
Manoj held my hand and pressed it while controlling his laughter, and that made me laugh out loud as well. We were just thinking, how naïve Rohit is. As of this afternoon, his wife had abandoned all shame to suck Manoj’s huge dick right on the beach.
Poor Rohit, he still imagines Sahana to be a chaste Indian wife.
Rohit was confused, ‘Why are you laughing? That was not a joke.’
Me: Yeah, yes, we know. It was not a joke. I remembered something else from afternoon.
Rohit pressed on, ‘What happened this afternoon?’
Me: Should I tell, Manoj, or are you going to tell?
Manoj was in for a surprise. He was stammering, so I decided to help me out.
Me: Nothing much, Manoj, just that some men whistled at Sahana at the beach today, and she was quite excited about it. So, I imagine your wife loves male attention – maybe, you just don’t know about it.
Manoj was relieved, and he held my hand and gave a ‘thank you’ squeeze.
We walked a long way to the gate and got into a taxi. Funnily, all of us got squeezed into the back, leaving the front seat vacant. I was once again in the center. It was a tight fit, and we were rubbing each other’s bodies a lot. Moreover my cleavage was now on full display because both of them got a top view from two sides. And each movement of theirs was somehow brushing against my boobs and each time they touched, they were jiggling.
I could feel warmth of two men on both sides, and I was feeling horny! How much I wish these men take control and fuck me right now in the car!
Once we got into the car, it became clear that it was a tight squeeze. It was a small Tata Indica. Even the Goan taxi driver expressed surprise when both men got into the back with me – he expected one of them to sit in the front. Clearly, it looked like some kind of competition, with both men trying to impress me, be near and around me.
That’s a nice feeling, to be wanted! Not by just one man, but two of them at the same time!
Manoj: It’s a long way, so why don’t we play something.
I was excited, I love such travel games.
Manoj: Each of us shall ask a question about the other, and same question applies to all of us in turn. Let me start. Priyanka, What according to you is the best feature of your body?
Me: So, everyone is asked the same question right?
Manoj: Yes. Once the round is complete, a new question is started by a different person.
Me: OK. But why don’t we start with Rohit this time?
Rohit: OK. I will go ahead. I think the best part of my body is my chest. Sahana keeps saying that it is broad, and hairless, and she loves it. Sometime she sleeps putting her head on my chest.
Me: OK, I think the best feature of my body are my eyes. Many people told me that they are quite beautiful. Even Sanjay thinks the same.
Rohit: Yes, Bhabhi, they are indeed extremely beautiful. I should say that they are very sexy.
Me: Thank you, Rohit. But both of you can call me Priyanka, instead of calling me Bhabhi.
Manoj: Agreed, let’s do away with these relations which come in the way of becoming good friends. BTW, I want to add a few things about Priyanka’s eyes. I think they are more than just sexy. The right word to describe them is seductive. Don’t mind me saying this, Bhabhi, I mean Priyanka. They are very alluring. Very rarely I have seen a woman who has such seductive and inviting eyes. And the way you accentuate them with thick kaajal and layer of mascara, they pop out and make them enticing.
Rohit: Priyanka, I completely agree with Manoj. Eyes are definitely one of the best features of your body. But I am not the sure if that is the best feature, I believe there are other features of your body that are far more inviting and alluring.
Priyanka: Yes, I agree, but that is not part of the question, right? Now, it’s Manoj’s turn to answer the same question. Ahem! I am keenly interested in knowing what you have to answer.
Manoj: OK. OK. I get it. Yes, I confess that my penis is my best feature of my body.
Me: Ewww! Manoj! I was hoping that you would say it is your butt.
Rohit: Yeah, Manoj. Can’t believe you said that in front of Sanjay’s wife.
Manoj: But that’s entirely true. I didn’t make it up. You can even ask Pooja. She is in love with my cock. She wants it all the time. She says that it is the best part of my body. In fact, sometimes I think that she doesn’t like the rest of me, she is only obsessed with my dick, and that too only when it is erect. Other times she treats me like shit. What can I say? I am just being honest here. My cock is my body’s best feature. It is big, thick, long, curved upwards, and I think women love such cocks.
Me: Haha! That’s so sweet of you Manoj, for being honest, but I won’t be part of this game anymore.
The reason I wanted the game to stop is because both the men were sporting boners and I could see the tents in their pants, and at one point of time, while we were moving our hands, I could touch Manoj’s hardness. It sent electric shocks through my body – and I could suddenly see flashes of afternoon events, Manoj fucking Pooja standing in the waves, and Sahana licking and slurping on his huge cock.
At the same time, Manoj was constantly moving his hand to rub against lower side of my boobs. Also, Rohit was constantly putting his hand over my back and caressing my bare back. I admit I was loving the attention these men were giving me. But I was not sure if I want to take it further, not sure where it would take us.
Rohit: Oh, Priyanka. Come on! Manoj’s single answer should not ruin our game.
Manoj: Chicken, Chicken, Priyanka is a chicken!
Me: Oh, stop it Manoj. Don’t be a kid now, otherwise I am going to spill the beans.
Rohit: What beans are you talking about?
Me: Oh nothing. Don’t worry now, Manoj will be a good boy, right?
Manoj: OK, fine, but let’s continue the game. I will not be honest, then.
Me: OK, fine. Will play, but Manoj has to control!
At this point of time, Manoj had planted his hand on my thigh completely and was moving it slowly forward and backward. It was a touch that comes with familiarity and at the same time was sensual enough to let the other person know that it is not casual.
Manoj: It’s my turn now to start a question, Priyanka, what according to you is the best part of the other person’s body? You have to answer it for both of us.
Me: I think I will go with Sahana. Rohit’s best feature is his chest. It is broad and comforting to a woman. And I think, Manoj’s best feature is his butt. It is cute. We all saw it today. He barely covered it.
Manoj: Priyanka, that’s so unfair. You have seen much more, but would not compliment on my best features, but that’s OK. I will concede. My butt is my best feature. Now, its Rohit’s turn to answer.
Rohit: I think the best feature about Manoj is hairstyle. He has a cool crew cut. And the best feature about Priyanka, Hmm… there are so many. I have to pick one. I think it is her navel. It is deep and big. It is very sexy.
Now, Rohit’s hand around my back has now descended a bit more, and his fingertips were occasionally touching the soft flesh of my boobs at each bump on the road, and Goan roads had many potholes to make the ride quite interesting.
Manoj: Yes, Rohit, Priyanka’s navel is indeed quite sexy. First time I saw it, it just made me go mad with desire. Sorry, Priyanka, for saying this, but Pooja doesn’t have a cute navel. It is just small and plain, whereas yours is a bit vulgar, but that’s what makes it attractive.
Me: Manoj! I am not sure if you are complimenting me or passing snide remarks.
Manoj: Honest. I am complimenting you. Anyway, it’s my turn. Rohit, I will say you have nice legs. They are thick and strong. I wish I had them. And I think Priyanka’s best feature is her boobs.
Me: Chee! Manoj, you are doing it again. You have no control.
With each swing of the car, one of the guys was falling all over me, which in turn was making me fall over on the next one. We were getting squeezed in that little car, and I started to feel that the taxi driver was deliberately making the car swing like that enjoying the show in his rearview mirror.
Manoj: What did I do wrong here? I am just telling you what I think is the best feature about you.
Ask any guy here in Goa, he will tell you that you have some of the finest melons. They are big, they are taut, they are perky, and I am quite sure they would be standing straight like that even without a bra. And just look at them now, with every bump on the road, they just keep on jiggling around. And from today’s bikini, I can even conclude that you have very thick and long nipples. Am I right, Priyanka?
Me: I am not going to answer that question, Manoj! I think it is enough. No more talk about my boobs or my nipples.
Rohit: Bhabhi, Manoj is not wrong. Even I think that you have really thick and long nipples. You try to hide them, but they show up in almost all your dresses. They were showing up as bumps even when you were wearing t-shirts yesterday.
Manoj: But tell us something, Priyanka, doesn’t Sanjay feel the same? Doesn’t your friends feel the same way? That your boobs are your finest assets?
Me: I guess so. Of course Sanjay loves them, he is mad about them. Even my friends at office keep complimenting me. But I think that is enough discussion on my boobs, can we move to the next question please!
Whew! All this discussion was making three of us really hot. And the taxi didn’t have an A/C which was adding to heat inside the car. Our hands and bodies were getting sweaty and our proximity to each other is only making it steamy for all of us. Both the men were openly flaunting their tents without trying to hide them, and Rohit completely put his hand around my shoulders with his hand resting on my bare boob, as if I was his girlfriend, or wife. Manoj’s hand on my thigh became a permanent feature, and it has moved up a bit closer to my crotch. And I was completely taken in by the two men, intoxicated by their body smells which became even prominent in the humid weather of Goa.
Enough of talk, guys! Do something! I can’t just get satisfied by empty talk!
By the time our taxi drove into this elite dance club in Goa, Rohit, Manoj and I were feeling so horny that we were ready to rip off each other’s’ clothes and get into an orgy. As we stepped out of the Tata Indica, it looked like even the poor car gave a sigh a relief to ever increasing concupiscence. The two friends of my husband were kind enough to give me helping hand in getting out that crammed car, and they were holding me at the right places, on my waist, around my ass, to tell me how much they care for me. Getting felt around by two these two men suddenly become so natural for me!
As I walked into the club in my 4-inch high heels, with two hunks on my both sides, my body was taking in many stares from really good looking men. From the ribald discussion that we had in the car, my body was flush and I guess my face was showing off the desire and longing. The glitter on my body ensured that my boobs and my bare shoulder bones were radiating enough to catch every man’s attention. With increased confidence, I was strutting, jutting my breasts outwards and putting an oomph in my walk to sway my ass far more than what I would normally. I was feeling like some playboy model walking into Hugh Hefner’s mansion party. The men, old and young, and even some women, kept staring at my wobbly rack. I can easily imagine them thinking that all they had to do is wait for few more seconds and these boobs are going to fall outside to reveal the nipples. I guess that anticipation is what is making them keep looking at them.
And I was ready to blame it on a wardrobe malfunction!
The place was buzzing with music, dance, and well-dressed crowd. The women were wearing such sexy and revealing outfits that very soon I felt at ease. We got ourselves into a nice corner to sit, a bit cozy, and a bit dark. Manoj went to get the drinks leaving me with Rohit. Without losing a second Rohit asked me to dance.
Whew! And I was thinking I would have to wait an eternity for these guys to make a move!
We started dancing on the floor right next to our corner. The dance music was contemporary Hindi and the beats were just to my liking. When the famous song from Sunny Leone was being played, I started to make the dance moves, moving my chest up and down, and swaying my ass. Many guys and girls next to us kept looking at me. Looks like my boobs were just swelling, swaying and moving so much that it was drawing undue attention. My dress was sticking to my showing all the contours, and my ass globes were gyrating back and forth, and from side to side. Rohit was beaming with pride dancing next to me, and he was coming in between whenever any other stranger tried to come close to me, as if he was marking his territory with me. He was making everyone aware that ‘I was his girl’. This possessiveness from Rohit was turning me on.
OK! Rohit, I am your girl now, do what you want!
I smiled at him, which encouraged him to come closer to me and start dancing with me very close. Our bodies were occasionally touching and it was sending in electric currents in my body, and it must have been same for Rohit. Though he tried to keep his cool, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the globes which were jutting out and swaying right in front of him, as if the offering was done on a silver platter for his taking. When he came further close to hold my waist, I encouraged him by putting my hand over his shoulders. Rohit beamed his wide grin at my bold move. We danced for a while, looking at each other, deep into each other’s eyes. This was the first time that I was looking into another man’s eyes for such long duration – occasionally I do that with Sanjay during lovemaking in daytime.
When you stare long enough into a man, it sends out numerous messages. It means you long for the other person, it means you submit yourself to the other person. That’s why in most passionate porn movies, the actors are looking into each other’s eyes, especially when the woman gives a blowjob to the man.
Rohit couldn’t take his eyes off of me and tried to get me further close, which I accepted without protest. Now, our bodies were touching at various places and my boobs were pressed hard into his chest. This did something unintended, it swelled my 36C boobs upwards on my sweetheart neckline and they were looking obscenely open. I could feel my nipples get really hard, and occasionally the roughness of our contact was give me slight pain. I had to keep looking at my boobs to ensure that my nipples are not out. Rohit, like a good hunk, kept moving his hands over my waist, and moved them up to touch my lower bare back, and kept caressing all of my back. This was making me feel sultry and ready to fuck him anytime. My pussy started to twitch and I have to admit that it was really wet at this point of time.
Oh! How much I wish my husband swapped me with Rohit tonight!
Rohit kept moving his hands up, and reached upper back, and then my neck, and at this point of time, I dropped my hands from around his neck to pull his t-shirt and bring his torso close to mine. I moved my hands on his chest and noted that it was chiseled and rock hard.
No doubt Sahana likes to sleep on his beautiful chest. Even I would love it!
With his hands working on my bare shoulder, I started to feel his back and moved my hands down to check his ass only for once, and to my liking, it was quite a tight one. As Pooja told me earlier, I think that tighter the ass the better the guy in the front.
I need to check this theory about a man’s ass and his package!
Music was making our bodies closer and closer and before I know it, Rohit started to touch my neck and shoulder bones with his lips. It was so sexy, and I was feeling so randy that I kept moaning with pleasure.
Me: MMMMmmmm! I like it, Rohit. Please keep doing that.
I didn’t care a damn that another man was touching me and feeling me up, in public. In fact I was encouraging it. I was wishing for it. I was desperately wanting it. Rohit got encouraged and he started to plant more kisses, some of them wet ones, some of them sucking ones, and kept moving up to the neck. I was being kissed by another man on my body for the first time.
Oh, Priyanka! Far too many first times today, will you break records of some kind!
One of my weak spots is my neck. And he seems to have discovered it inadvertently. As he was kissing on my neck he kept turning on all the right buttons. I was getting hornier, and I was pulling him closer to me, and now our pelvises were grinding into each other, and I started to feel his boner right between my legs.
Wow! He definitely has a nice and hard package ready for me! How much I wish I could open my gift right away!
Lust was overpowering my body, and I moved my head down to look deep into his eyes, and I guess even Rohit could read that lust off my languorous eyes. Slowly our noses were touching. We both could catch each other breaths, and I could smell him for the first time. What a smell! It was masculine, and it acted like an aphrodisiac. I closed my eyes in deep anticipation. Rohit took the signal very well - he touched his lips to mine, and I opened them for him, and he started to French kiss me on my lips right there on the dance floor.
Oh! My god! I am kissing, another man, for the first time. That too in public.
Rohit was indeed a good kisser. During our game in the car he mentioned that his chest was the best feature about him, but I am beginning to feel that it is his mouth and his lips which tops the list. Looks like, he is some kind of an expert in kissing. He started off with taking my lips into his mouth, gently nibbling and sucking each of them in turns and slowly started to suck on them as if they were some kind of exotic fruit. He then slowly introduced his tongue into my mouth, and the minute I felt it enter my mouth, I kept sucking on it as if it was his cock. He slowed me down, and then kept sucking my tongue in return, not too hard, but enough to make us feel connected.
Me: I am not going to answer that question, Manoj! I think it is enough. No more talk about my boobs or my nipples.
Rohit: Bhabhi, Manoj is not wrong. Even I think that you have really thick and long nipples. You try to hide them, but they show up in almost all your dresses. They were showing up as bumps even when you were wearing t-shirts yesterday.
Manoj: But tell us something, Priyanka, doesn’t Sanjay feel the same? Doesn’t your friends feel the same way? That your boobs are your finest assets?
Me: I guess so. Of course Sanjay loves them, he is mad about them. Even my friends at office keep complimenting me. But I think that is enough discussion on my boobs, can we move to the next question please!
Whew! All this discussion was making three of us really hot. And the taxi didn’t have an A/C which was adding to heat inside the car. Our hands and bodies were getting sweaty and our proximity to each other is only making it steamy for all of us. Both the men were openly flaunting their tents without trying to hide them, and Rohit completely put his hand around my shoulders with his hand resting on my bare boob, as if I was his girlfriend, or wife. Manoj’s hand on my thigh became a permanent feature, and it has moved up a bit closer to my crotch. And I was completely taken in by the two men, intoxicated by their body smells which became even prominent in the humid weather of Goa.
Enough of talk, guys! Do something! I can’t just get satisfied by empty talk!
By the time our taxi drove into this elite dance club in Goa, Rohit, Manoj and I were feeling so horny that we were ready to rip off each other’s’ clothes and get into an orgy. As we stepped out of the Tata Indica, it looked like even the poor car gave a sigh a relief to ever increasing concupiscence. The two friends of my husband were kind enough to give me helping hand in getting out that crammed car, and they were holding me at the right places, on my waist, around my ass, to tell me how much they care for me. Getting felt around by two these two men suddenly become so natural for me!
As I walked into the club in my 4-inch high heels, with two hunks on my both sides, my body was taking in many stares from really good looking men. From the ribald discussion that we had in the car, my body was flush and I guess my face was showing off the desire and longing. The glitter on my body ensured that my boobs and my bare shoulder bones were radiating enough to catch every man’s attention. With increased confidence, I was strutting, jutting my breasts outwards and putting an oomph in my walk to sway my ass far more than what I would normally. I was feeling like some playboy model walking into Hugh Hefner’s mansion party. The men, old and young, and even some women, kept staring at my wobbly rack. I can easily imagine them thinking that all they had to do is wait for few more seconds and these boobs are going to fall outside to reveal the nipples. I guess that anticipation is what is making them keep looking at them.
And I was ready to blame it on a wardrobe malfunction!
The place was buzzing with music, dance, and well-dressed crowd. The women were wearing such sexy and revealing outfits that very soon I felt at ease. We got ourselves into a nice corner to sit, a bit cozy, and a bit dark. Manoj went to get the drinks leaving me with Rohit. Without losing a second Rohit asked me to dance.
Whew! And I was thinking I would have to wait an eternity for these guys to make a move!
We started dancing on the floor right next to our corner. The dance music was contemporary Hindi and the beats were just to my liking. When the famous song from Sunny Leone was being played, I started to make the dance moves, moving my chest up and down, and swaying my ass. Many guys and girls next to us kept looking at me. Looks like my boobs were just swelling, swaying and moving so much that it was drawing undue attention. My dress was sticking to my showing all the contours, and my ass globes were gyrating back and forth, and from side to side. Rohit was beaming with pride dancing next to me, and he was coming in between whenever any other stranger tried to come close to me, as if he was marking his territory with me. He was making everyone aware that ‘I was his girl’. This possessiveness from Rohit was turning me on.
OK! Rohit, I am your girl now, do what you want!
I smiled at him, which encouraged him to come closer to me and start dancing with me very close. Our bodies were occasionally touching and it was sending in electric currents in my body, and it must have been same for Rohit. Though he tried to keep his cool, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the globes which were jutting out and swaying right in front of him, as if the offering was done on a silver platter for his taking. When he came further close to hold my waist, I encouraged him by putting my hand over his shoulders. Rohit beamed his wide grin at my bold move. We danced for a while, looking at each other, deep into each other’s eyes. This was the first time that I was looking into another man’s eyes for such long duration – occasionally I do that with Sanjay during lovemaking in daytime.
When you stare long enough into a man, it sends out numerous messages. It means you long for the other person, it means you submit yourself to the other person. That’s why in most passionate porn movies, the actors are looking into each other’s eyes, especially when the woman gives a blowjob to the man.
Rohit couldn’t take his eyes off of me and tried to get me further close, which I accepted without protest. Now, our bodies were touching at various places and my boobs were pressed hard into his chest. This did something unintended, it swelled my 36C boobs upwards on my sweetheart neckline and they were looking obscenely open. I could feel my nipples get really hard, and occasionally the roughness of our contact was give me slight pain. I had to keep looking at my boobs to ensure that my nipples are not out. Rohit, like a good hunk, kept moving his hands over my waist, and moved them up to touch my lower bare back, and kept caressing all of my back. This was making me feel sultry and ready to fuck him anytime. My pussy started to twitch and I have to admit that it was really wet at this point of time.
Oh! How much I wish my husband swapped me with Rohit tonight!
Rohit kept moving his hands up, and reached upper back, and then my neck, and at this point of time, I dropped my hands from around his neck to pull his t-shirt and bring his torso close to mine. I moved my hands on his chest and noted that it was chiseled and rock hard.
No doubt Sahana likes to sleep on his beautiful chest. Even I would love it!
With his hands working on my bare shoulder, I started to feel his back and moved my hands down to check his ass only for once, and to my liking, it was quite a tight one. As Pooja told me earlier, I think that tighter the ass the better the guy in the front.
I need to check this theory about a man’s ass and his package!
Music was making our bodies closer and closer and before I know it, Rohit started to touch my neck and shoulder bones with his lips. It was so sexy, and I was feeling so randy that I kept moaning with pleasure.
Me: MMMMmmmm! I like it, Rohit. Please keep doing that.
I didn’t care a damn that another man was touching me and feeling me up, in public. In fact I was encouraging it. I was wishing for it. I was desperately wanting it. Rohit got encouraged and he started to plant more kisses, some of them wet ones, some of them sucking ones, and kept moving up to the neck. I was being kissed by another man on my body for the first time.
Oh, Priyanka! Far too many first times today, will you break records of some kind!
One of my weak spots is my neck. And he seems to have discovered it inadvertently. As he was kissing on my neck he kept turning on all the right buttons. I was getting hornier, and I was pulling him closer to me, and now our pelvises were grinding into each other, and I started to feel his boner right between my legs.
Wow! He definitely has a nice and hard package ready for me! How much I wish I could open my gift right away!
Lust was overpowering my body, and I moved my head down to look deep into his eyes, and I guess even Rohit could read that lust off my languorous eyes. Slowly our noses were touching. We both could catch each other breaths, and I could smell him for the first time. What a smell! It was masculine, and it acted like an aphrodisiac. I closed my eyes in deep anticipation. Rohit took the signal very well - he touched his lips to mine, and I opened them for him, and he started to French kiss me on my lips right there on the dance floor.
Oh! My god! I am kissing, another man, for the first time. That too in public.
Rohit was indeed a good kisser. During our game in the car he mentioned that his chest was the best feature about him, but I am beginning to feel that it is his mouth and his lips which tops the list. Looks like, he is some kind of an expert in kissing. He started off with taking my lips into his mouth, gently nibbling and sucking each of them in turns and slowly started to suck on them as if they were some kind of exotic fruit. He then slowly introduced his tongue into my mouth, and the minute I felt it enter my mouth, I kept sucking on it as if it was his cock. He slowed me down, and then kept sucking my tongue in return, not too hard, but enough to make us feel connected.
In a way he was teaching me the art of kissing. Whereas I was being lecherous and lusty, he was being erotic and romantic.
Rohit! Could you do the same to my lips down there! I would be in heaven!
Rohit was now moving his hands all over my body as if I was his woman, not his friend’s wife. The hands reached my ass now. He kept kneading my ass cheeks over the thin cloth fabric and he was pressing them gently but tightly. Since I was wearing a thong, which Sanjay forced me into, my ass cheeks were bare, and the thin fabric of the dress that came in between still made us feel like he was touching my bare skin. While he was playing me like a fiddle on the violin, I kept moaning passionately into his mouth. We were entwined in each other bodies, right there on the dance floor, like a couple in extra-marital relationship, dancing, swaying, kissing, and feeling each other bodies. Our noses were touching each other’s faces, we were inhaling each other’s aromas that was adding to our lecherous behavior.
Now our tongues were dueling in a sword fight, and we kept going on like this, sucking each other out, nibbling, and tasting each other’s saliva. I was so lost and gone into the world of libido that I even moved my hands onto his cock and started rubbing his cock from outside, trying to massage it, and at the same measure it length and girth.
I was acting like a whore! And I was loving it!
Rohit immediately broke the kiss and moved down to my boobs. He held them with his hand from below and started to kiss the naked mounds. He kissed them first, then slobbered on them, and started to scratch them with his teeth.
Oh! My god! I was making out right in front of everyone with my husband’s friend and I was loving it! In fact, I wanted more!
My pussy was leaking, and it was so itchy that I wanted to masturbate right there in the club. No, I wanted Rohit to lick on my pussy and put his hard cock inside. Rohit was handling me like a whore and people who were dancing around us were watching us. This display to the public heightened my arousal and I was being pornographic in my actions. Who would have thought that a conservative Indian wife like me would be doing this! After spending some time on massaging my open boobs, Rohit took me back in a passionate kiss. This time I was so lost, I was wrapping myself around Rohit’s body, with only one leg on the ground, the other around his thigh, as if I was forcing myself into his body. I was holding onto him for support, while he was swaying me side to side in a passionate kiss.
After a minute or two, when we came out of our long passionate kiss, we suddenly saw Manoj standing right next to us with loads of drinks on a tray.
Manoj: So you lovebirds started the party without me?
That brought us back to reality. Rohit and I immediately moved away from each other, as if we were two teenagers caught by a domineering parent. For few of those brief few minutes in the arms of Rohit, I completely forgot that I was married, that I had a one-year old son who was now with my parents, and that I was in Goa, making out with my husband’s best friend behind his back.
Rohit was grinning sheepishly. Manoj was understandably upset – his expression was as if he was cheated.
Rohit: What happened, Manoj? What took you so long?
Manoj: Baap re! What a big crowd there at the counter. It took lot of time to get to the bartender. Anyway I brought a good quota of drinks so that we don’t have to keep going back. But it looks like you two got started without me, huh!
I realized that our actions peeved Manoj. I didn’t want to upset him. I liked him as much as I liked Rohit. So, I dragged Manoj to our corner seats.
Me: Nothing like that, Manoj. Come let’s have drinks and party together. We just got started, we have whole night to ourselves, right?
I was holding his hands, and arms, and kept touching him, his face, and his hair. Manoj beamed once again and was back in good mood. The three of us were now sitting in the low seats on our corner. Manoj gave us our drinks, called them Blood Effect, and we took the shots together. We went for another round of the same.
Once again we were like how it was in the car, I was squeezed between these two men, none of whom was my husband, where each of them was trying to impress me. The difference is that it was not as humid, and the liqueur in our blood was making the whole experience lively and entertaining, as if there was nothing amiss with the sight of a married woman having fun with two men.
Slowly the shots started to have an effect on me. I was getting tipsy. The world seemed a better place, made me feel happy, I was having a good time, and I really desperately wanted to fuck!
Oh! O you two men, enough of this seduction, drag me to a corner and fuck my brains out!
As if Manoj heard my inner voice, he said, ‘Now it’s my turn to dance with my beautiful Bhabhi!’ Though we agreed not to address me that way, Manoj stressed on Bhabhi to make me feel that I was the wife of someone else. When he was taking me to the dance floor holding me by my waist, it was as if he was taking me to a bedroom to fuck me.
With Rohit still seated in the corner watching us, Manoj and I started to dance. I was in much better mood now, with alcohol going into my blood stream, and with heightened libido from the previous ribald dance with Rohit. But Manoj was in a complete league altogether. Unlike Rohit who was smooth and slow, Manoj is all raw and quick. He went straight for my boobs and started kissing them. He held me tight, started moving his hips, pushing his engorged cock onto my pussy, rubbing it at the right places to elicit passionate moans from me.
Me: MMMM! Manoj! What are you doing?
Manoj: Bhabhi, if you don’t like this, I will stop it immediately!
Me; NOOOO! Don’t stop! I am loving this. Please Don’t Stop!
With that encouragement and invitation, there was nothing to stop Manoj from doing what he wanted to do to me. He started biting my boobs, and slurped on my cleavage, moving his tongue deep into the recess of the cleavage, and kept kneading my ass cheeks forcefully, sometimes separating them by force. He moved them apart so much that I even felt a waft of fresh air on my pussy and asshole. He held me tight and then moved his tongue inside the bustline of the dress to reach the aureole of my breast. And he started to lick it. Manoj must have known he reached the right destination because of the heavy bumps on my aureole. He tried to force his tongue even deeper and he hit the jackpot. He started to lick the upper side of my thick and hard nipple. This guy is gutsy.
Me: MMMM! Manoj, yeh kya har rahe ho! MMMM
Manoj: Bhabhi, I want to fuck you! I really want to fuck you!
Me; So, who is stopping you Manoj, FUCK ME!
I looked straight into his eyes to let him know that I was serious about what I said.
Manoj: Yes, Bhabhi, will definitely fuck you tonight. I promise I will.
Mel That’s my man!
And I started to kiss him with love and affection, because of the promise he made. Manoj was doing everything to impress me and he has been successful at that. Looks like Manoj wanted to outdo Rohit. He wanted to prove he was more of a man. Also, the fact that I have seen his dick that afternoon made him overconfident. He knew that I was looking lustily at his engorged cock at the beach. So, he naturally assumed I was easy for me. Probably my antics with Rohit emboldened him further. He saw me as his next conquest. I wanted to be his conquest. I was high and lost all inhibitions and was acting like a whore.
Unlike how I danced with Rohit, I was slobbering all over Manoj’s face, bit his lips, scratched his face with my teeth, and sucked on his tongue as if it was his thick and engorged cock. I was being wild. Meanwhile, Manoj was pushing his hardened cock into my body. This was making me go weak in my legs. I attached myself to his body on the dance floor. He kept kneading my ass, and was putting his fingers into my asshole over the thin fabric of my dress. He kept mauling my boobs and even tried to tug my breast out, but then changed his mind. I kept looking at Rohit while Manoj was playing with my body and I could see his lust-filled eyes. I was making these two men go mad with desire. But I can bet that my desire was for more intense than theirs, and I have a leaking pussy to vouch for that.
To an observer at the club, the entire spectacle must have looked like a foreplay from a pornographic movie. Most people that were earlier dancing around us stopped dancing and were enjoying the show we were putting on for them. Manoj was being rough and dominating, but I loved his maneuvers. I would take him any day, anywhere. Sometimes a woman wants to be taken, against her will, and Manoj is that kind of man.
Oh! Manoj! If you fuck me right now on this dance floor in front of all these people, I will fuck you back!
The increased sexual tension amongst us was making us do all kinds of naughty things in that crowded place. Our dance had become so obscene that we couldn’t do much more on the dance floor without crossing the legal limits. We needed a respite –Manoj and I joined Rohit at our corner table.
Rohit: Wow! I really loved the way you two danced.
Priyanka: Thank you, Rohit. You must have joined us on the floor.
Manoj: Yes, Rohit, you should have joined us.
Rohit: OK, let’s have another round of shots, then we can all go and dance, what do you say?
Me: I am game!
We took another round of shots. With so much music and dance all around us, I was getting high – which is kind of good because it was lowering my inhibitions. And that’s what I really needed at this point of time. Soon, all the three of us went to the dance floor.
It was a big mistake. What kind of sheep would go out with two hungry wolves?
Both of my husband’s friends pounced on me and started dancing with me.
Rohit! Could you do the same to my lips down there! I would be in heaven!
Rohit was now moving his hands all over my body as if I was his woman, not his friend’s wife. The hands reached my ass now. He kept kneading my ass cheeks over the thin cloth fabric and he was pressing them gently but tightly. Since I was wearing a thong, which Sanjay forced me into, my ass cheeks were bare, and the thin fabric of the dress that came in between still made us feel like he was touching my bare skin. While he was playing me like a fiddle on the violin, I kept moaning passionately into his mouth. We were entwined in each other bodies, right there on the dance floor, like a couple in extra-marital relationship, dancing, swaying, kissing, and feeling each other bodies. Our noses were touching each other’s faces, we were inhaling each other’s aromas that was adding to our lecherous behavior.
Now our tongues were dueling in a sword fight, and we kept going on like this, sucking each other out, nibbling, and tasting each other’s saliva. I was so lost and gone into the world of libido that I even moved my hands onto his cock and started rubbing his cock from outside, trying to massage it, and at the same measure it length and girth.
I was acting like a whore! And I was loving it!
Rohit immediately broke the kiss and moved down to my boobs. He held them with his hand from below and started to kiss the naked mounds. He kissed them first, then slobbered on them, and started to scratch them with his teeth.
Oh! My god! I was making out right in front of everyone with my husband’s friend and I was loving it! In fact, I wanted more!
My pussy was leaking, and it was so itchy that I wanted to masturbate right there in the club. No, I wanted Rohit to lick on my pussy and put his hard cock inside. Rohit was handling me like a whore and people who were dancing around us were watching us. This display to the public heightened my arousal and I was being pornographic in my actions. Who would have thought that a conservative Indian wife like me would be doing this! After spending some time on massaging my open boobs, Rohit took me back in a passionate kiss. This time I was so lost, I was wrapping myself around Rohit’s body, with only one leg on the ground, the other around his thigh, as if I was forcing myself into his body. I was holding onto him for support, while he was swaying me side to side in a passionate kiss.
After a minute or two, when we came out of our long passionate kiss, we suddenly saw Manoj standing right next to us with loads of drinks on a tray.
Manoj: So you lovebirds started the party without me?
That brought us back to reality. Rohit and I immediately moved away from each other, as if we were two teenagers caught by a domineering parent. For few of those brief few minutes in the arms of Rohit, I completely forgot that I was married, that I had a one-year old son who was now with my parents, and that I was in Goa, making out with my husband’s best friend behind his back.
Rohit was grinning sheepishly. Manoj was understandably upset – his expression was as if he was cheated.
Rohit: What happened, Manoj? What took you so long?
Manoj: Baap re! What a big crowd there at the counter. It took lot of time to get to the bartender. Anyway I brought a good quota of drinks so that we don’t have to keep going back. But it looks like you two got started without me, huh!
I realized that our actions peeved Manoj. I didn’t want to upset him. I liked him as much as I liked Rohit. So, I dragged Manoj to our corner seats.
Me: Nothing like that, Manoj. Come let’s have drinks and party together. We just got started, we have whole night to ourselves, right?
I was holding his hands, and arms, and kept touching him, his face, and his hair. Manoj beamed once again and was back in good mood. The three of us were now sitting in the low seats on our corner. Manoj gave us our drinks, called them Blood Effect, and we took the shots together. We went for another round of the same.
Once again we were like how it was in the car, I was squeezed between these two men, none of whom was my husband, where each of them was trying to impress me. The difference is that it was not as humid, and the liqueur in our blood was making the whole experience lively and entertaining, as if there was nothing amiss with the sight of a married woman having fun with two men.
Slowly the shots started to have an effect on me. I was getting tipsy. The world seemed a better place, made me feel happy, I was having a good time, and I really desperately wanted to fuck!
Oh! O you two men, enough of this seduction, drag me to a corner and fuck my brains out!
As if Manoj heard my inner voice, he said, ‘Now it’s my turn to dance with my beautiful Bhabhi!’ Though we agreed not to address me that way, Manoj stressed on Bhabhi to make me feel that I was the wife of someone else. When he was taking me to the dance floor holding me by my waist, it was as if he was taking me to a bedroom to fuck me.
With Rohit still seated in the corner watching us, Manoj and I started to dance. I was in much better mood now, with alcohol going into my blood stream, and with heightened libido from the previous ribald dance with Rohit. But Manoj was in a complete league altogether. Unlike Rohit who was smooth and slow, Manoj is all raw and quick. He went straight for my boobs and started kissing them. He held me tight, started moving his hips, pushing his engorged cock onto my pussy, rubbing it at the right places to elicit passionate moans from me.
Me: MMMM! Manoj! What are you doing?
Manoj: Bhabhi, if you don’t like this, I will stop it immediately!
Me; NOOOO! Don’t stop! I am loving this. Please Don’t Stop!
With that encouragement and invitation, there was nothing to stop Manoj from doing what he wanted to do to me. He started biting my boobs, and slurped on my cleavage, moving his tongue deep into the recess of the cleavage, and kept kneading my ass cheeks forcefully, sometimes separating them by force. He moved them apart so much that I even felt a waft of fresh air on my pussy and asshole. He held me tight and then moved his tongue inside the bustline of the dress to reach the aureole of my breast. And he started to lick it. Manoj must have known he reached the right destination because of the heavy bumps on my aureole. He tried to force his tongue even deeper and he hit the jackpot. He started to lick the upper side of my thick and hard nipple. This guy is gutsy.
Me: MMMM! Manoj, yeh kya har rahe ho! MMMM
Manoj: Bhabhi, I want to fuck you! I really want to fuck you!
Me; So, who is stopping you Manoj, FUCK ME!
I looked straight into his eyes to let him know that I was serious about what I said.
Manoj: Yes, Bhabhi, will definitely fuck you tonight. I promise I will.
Mel That’s my man!
And I started to kiss him with love and affection, because of the promise he made. Manoj was doing everything to impress me and he has been successful at that. Looks like Manoj wanted to outdo Rohit. He wanted to prove he was more of a man. Also, the fact that I have seen his dick that afternoon made him overconfident. He knew that I was looking lustily at his engorged cock at the beach. So, he naturally assumed I was easy for me. Probably my antics with Rohit emboldened him further. He saw me as his next conquest. I wanted to be his conquest. I was high and lost all inhibitions and was acting like a whore.
Unlike how I danced with Rohit, I was slobbering all over Manoj’s face, bit his lips, scratched his face with my teeth, and sucked on his tongue as if it was his thick and engorged cock. I was being wild. Meanwhile, Manoj was pushing his hardened cock into my body. This was making me go weak in my legs. I attached myself to his body on the dance floor. He kept kneading my ass, and was putting his fingers into my asshole over the thin fabric of my dress. He kept mauling my boobs and even tried to tug my breast out, but then changed his mind. I kept looking at Rohit while Manoj was playing with my body and I could see his lust-filled eyes. I was making these two men go mad with desire. But I can bet that my desire was for more intense than theirs, and I have a leaking pussy to vouch for that.
To an observer at the club, the entire spectacle must have looked like a foreplay from a pornographic movie. Most people that were earlier dancing around us stopped dancing and were enjoying the show we were putting on for them. Manoj was being rough and dominating, but I loved his maneuvers. I would take him any day, anywhere. Sometimes a woman wants to be taken, against her will, and Manoj is that kind of man.
Oh! Manoj! If you fuck me right now on this dance floor in front of all these people, I will fuck you back!
The increased sexual tension amongst us was making us do all kinds of naughty things in that crowded place. Our dance had become so obscene that we couldn’t do much more on the dance floor without crossing the legal limits. We needed a respite –Manoj and I joined Rohit at our corner table.
Rohit: Wow! I really loved the way you two danced.
Priyanka: Thank you, Rohit. You must have joined us on the floor.
Manoj: Yes, Rohit, you should have joined us.
Rohit: OK, let’s have another round of shots, then we can all go and dance, what do you say?
Me: I am game!
We took another round of shots. With so much music and dance all around us, I was getting high – which is kind of good because it was lowering my inhibitions. And that’s what I really needed at this point of time. Soon, all the three of us went to the dance floor.
It was a big mistake. What kind of sheep would go out with two hungry wolves?
Both of my husband’s friends pounced on me and started dancing with me.
One of them was working in the front and the other was taking care of my back. The crowd around me stopped dancing and were just witnessing a frenzied foreplay. Sanjay’s friends were using me to the hilt. One of them would dance with me for a while and then toss me over to the other. There was lot of groping, touching, caressing, kneading, pressing mauling, and sometimes, biting. It felt like my entire body was being touched and played it. Most of the attention went to my boobs, my ass, my crotch, my waist, my back, my lips, my face, my neck, my thighs, in that order.
Our bodies were getting sweaty, and my dress was sticking to my body completely, showing off my body contours in explicit details. The navel was showing off prominently, and my butt which accentuates at the top made the dress go into the ass crease showing off the shape of my globes in abundance. My entire skin was sweaty and sticky, but the guys seems to enjoy it. Wherever possible, they were cleaning off the sweat with their tongues. Yes, they were just licking and biting me. I had some bite marks on my shoulders, and on my boobs.
Sanjay could come in anytime, Oh my god! What if he sees me in this state? Would he approve? Or would he make a scene?
Even the guys were sweaty. Especially Manoj. The sweat was dripping off of him in streams and would land on various parts of my body further adding to my sweatiness. All in all, we were pretty drenched from our sweat, and we were smelling carnal. None of us were ready to let go of each other. So, we got into a new position for dancing. Manoj was behind my back, and Rohit was in front of me, but all of us were turned in the same direction. Manoj was pushing his erect dick into my ass, while I was pressing my boobs into Rohit’s back. And in this position, we couldn’t do much except gyrate our hips, move back and forth and sideways, as if we were fucking each other in tandem. Manoj took this seriously and started to pump me from behind, dry fucking me, while I was pushing myself onto Rohit. After few minutes, we reversed it, and now Rohit was behind me dry fucking me while my boobs were all over Manoj’s back. Rohit kept kissing me on my neck, and I was kissing Manoj’s neck. Once in a while Rohit turned my head backwards, and we kissed like in a porno movie, jutting our tongues out, playing with them, without involving the lips. It was so erotic.
It was like I died and was in heaven, except that in this heaven, it is orgy all the time!
Manoj didn’t like this position, so he just turned around and grabbed my boobs and held me close. Now, I was sandwiched between the two guys. Manoj started to kiss me on my mouth, taking my lips into his mouth, and using lot of tongue, while Rohit was kissing on my neck and shoulder. Now, I could feel both their dicks on my body at the same time, one in front and one in back. They started to hump me from front and back and I was being treated like a ragdoll. I was so lust-filled that even I started to use my hands – I held Manoj’s hips and was forcing them into me, and at times I reached behind my back to touch Rohit’s crotch over his pants, just to give him encouragement.
At one point of time, both of my legs were in the air, I was being supported by my hands around Rohit who was behind me, and Manoj was holding me by my ass cheeks. Most of the crowd around us were watching this awesome display of licentiousness and ribaldry. My dress was no longer decent, it was riding up on my thighs, and the way they were manhandling me, sometimes the nipples were coming out for a peek. Manoj was a pervert. He caught my boob and started to press it, and deliberately pulled it out so that the nipple came out into the open. My erect nipple was looking menacing. It was dark, thick and engorged. Manoj took it in his mouth and started to suck on it, bite on it and pull on it. Right in front of the crowd on the dance floor!
Me: OWWW! MMMM! HMMMM! Manoj! What are you doing?
There was no answer. Manoj just kept doing whatever he was doing. So that I don’t focus on it, Rohit once again took my face, turned it around and started to kiss me. The crowd around us completely stopped their dance, formed a ring and were looking at us. Some of them took their cameras out and started to videotape the action, and take pictures. This was too much. Even Rohit thought it was going out of control. He tapped onto Manoj.
Rohit: Manoj, Sanjay could come anytime, let’s go and sit!
Reluctantly, we stopped our foreplay on the dance floor and got back into our corner leaving most of the crowd dejected and disappointed.
I guess they were anticipating that I would be fucked right there on the dance floor. I wish I was!
My husband’s best friends and I sat down for another round of shots. The fact that I was having so much fun with different men other than my husband was making the whole experience thrilling and exciting. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun. I guess one can get addicted to this kind of life and there could be no going back. May be that’s the reason most societies don’t allow women to get close to men other than their husbands. The attention they receive from men outside the marriage can be quite intoxicating, the pleasure outside marriage quite stimulating. I guess all women love to taste the forbidden fruit.
Thinking of tasting the forbidden fruit, when will these guys hand over their banana to me for licking, sucking and biting?
Thanks to Manoj who brought enough liqueur for us, we kept on taking more alcohol without having to go the bar. We took the salt, the tequila and the lime, to take in another round of alcohol into my craving body. Before my body could accommodate the strong taste of the tequila, Manoj turned me to his side, grabbed me by the neck, pulled my face towards his and started to kiss me. I didn’t resist. I wanted it so bad!
At last! The men are taking charge! Please, take me all the way! And fuck me!
I was let go after almost a minute-long kiss, which was full of lust and wantonness. It was more about tongue-dueling than about mating of lips. Now, it was Rohit’s turn. Even he turned into an aggressive lover after watching Manoj in action. He kissed me differently now, the sensitivity that I experienced earlier from him was gone - it was wild and unbridled. While I was kissing Rohit, Manoj grabbed the top of my dress, and pulled it down to expose my succulent breasts.
And while I was still in a kiss with Rohit, Manoj came from below and started to suck on my boob, pulling on my thick nipple. A conservative housewife from a middle class Indian family is getting kissed and sucked by two men in a bar. It must have been a wonderful sight!
Once again we were putting up a show, but there were not too many observers this time, I guess some of them wanted to give us our privacy. I switched sides again, this time it was Manoj kissing me and massaging my breast that was closer to him, while Rohit suckled on the other breast. My hand was in Manoj’s hair. I was caressing him and making love to him while Rohit worked on my boob. Both of them were more interested in my boobs, so they got down to it and started to suck each one of them. There I was, sitting like a whore, with two of my husband’s friends sucking my tits. It was like a fierce competition for them, to show me who can suck better, who can please me better. I was receiving both pain and pleasure, because they were pulling, tugging and chewing my teats and kept on pumping my boobs in an attempt to get the phantom milk out of it. I put hands in their heads, stroking them, and thus feeling like a queen being serviced by my two sex slaves.
I guess Manoj wanted more. He came up, looked at me, and said, ‘Priyanka, suck my cock.’
As if I was a newly recruited soldier obeying my drill sergeant, I opened his pants without flinching, then his zippers, and then his underwear, to get my monster prize out. Wow! It looked glorious. His cock was an amazing tool. It was so extraordinary that it needs a name. Yes, like the Excalibur, the sword of Arthur, it stood up proud, as if it had its own existence independent of Manoj. Extremely thick at the bottom, slowly tapering as it went up and suddenly ending up in a very big bulbous cockhead, it was genuinely what women crave for. The veins moving around the trunk looked ominous and threatening, invoking a certain fear, the kind of fear which everyone women can only desire for, but only few can attain. I am going to be the lucky woman. I took his cock in my hand- it was warm, and rock hard. When I wrapped it in my hand, my fingers couldn’t even touch my thumb – never knew that dicks can be so thick. It felt so good in my slim and delicate hands, like the beauty holding the beast.
Like a bee attracted towards the honey, I was drawn to Manoj’s cock. I put my face in his crotch, and started to touch it with my lips, my face, and cheeks, making love with it. I was trying to feel the length, the girth, and the contours of this monstrous beast, as if I was trying to tame it and take control. Suddenly the whiff of his manly smell got caught in my nose. It was masculine and raw, and carnal. It many have been the smell of dried pre cum that Manoj has been ejecting the whole evening during our foreplay, or could have been the smell of the sweat of his crotch area, or combination of the both. It was musky, intoxicating, and alluring, making me weak in my legs. How could a man smell so good? Especially down there! Or is it the alcohol in my blood altering my senses. I put my nose onto the Excalibur and started to drawn the strong and masculine smell, and moved it from the head of the cock down to the base and moved my nose deep into his crotch, under the base of the cock onto his balls. The smell only increased in its acridity, making me swoon.
Our bodies were getting sweaty, and my dress was sticking to my body completely, showing off my body contours in explicit details. The navel was showing off prominently, and my butt which accentuates at the top made the dress go into the ass crease showing off the shape of my globes in abundance. My entire skin was sweaty and sticky, but the guys seems to enjoy it. Wherever possible, they were cleaning off the sweat with their tongues. Yes, they were just licking and biting me. I had some bite marks on my shoulders, and on my boobs.
Sanjay could come in anytime, Oh my god! What if he sees me in this state? Would he approve? Or would he make a scene?
Even the guys were sweaty. Especially Manoj. The sweat was dripping off of him in streams and would land on various parts of my body further adding to my sweatiness. All in all, we were pretty drenched from our sweat, and we were smelling carnal. None of us were ready to let go of each other. So, we got into a new position for dancing. Manoj was behind my back, and Rohit was in front of me, but all of us were turned in the same direction. Manoj was pushing his erect dick into my ass, while I was pressing my boobs into Rohit’s back. And in this position, we couldn’t do much except gyrate our hips, move back and forth and sideways, as if we were fucking each other in tandem. Manoj took this seriously and started to pump me from behind, dry fucking me, while I was pushing myself onto Rohit. After few minutes, we reversed it, and now Rohit was behind me dry fucking me while my boobs were all over Manoj’s back. Rohit kept kissing me on my neck, and I was kissing Manoj’s neck. Once in a while Rohit turned my head backwards, and we kissed like in a porno movie, jutting our tongues out, playing with them, without involving the lips. It was so erotic.
It was like I died and was in heaven, except that in this heaven, it is orgy all the time!
Manoj didn’t like this position, so he just turned around and grabbed my boobs and held me close. Now, I was sandwiched between the two guys. Manoj started to kiss me on my mouth, taking my lips into his mouth, and using lot of tongue, while Rohit was kissing on my neck and shoulder. Now, I could feel both their dicks on my body at the same time, one in front and one in back. They started to hump me from front and back and I was being treated like a ragdoll. I was so lust-filled that even I started to use my hands – I held Manoj’s hips and was forcing them into me, and at times I reached behind my back to touch Rohit’s crotch over his pants, just to give him encouragement.
At one point of time, both of my legs were in the air, I was being supported by my hands around Rohit who was behind me, and Manoj was holding me by my ass cheeks. Most of the crowd around us were watching this awesome display of licentiousness and ribaldry. My dress was no longer decent, it was riding up on my thighs, and the way they were manhandling me, sometimes the nipples were coming out for a peek. Manoj was a pervert. He caught my boob and started to press it, and deliberately pulled it out so that the nipple came out into the open. My erect nipple was looking menacing. It was dark, thick and engorged. Manoj took it in his mouth and started to suck on it, bite on it and pull on it. Right in front of the crowd on the dance floor!
Me: OWWW! MMMM! HMMMM! Manoj! What are you doing?
There was no answer. Manoj just kept doing whatever he was doing. So that I don’t focus on it, Rohit once again took my face, turned it around and started to kiss me. The crowd around us completely stopped their dance, formed a ring and were looking at us. Some of them took their cameras out and started to videotape the action, and take pictures. This was too much. Even Rohit thought it was going out of control. He tapped onto Manoj.
Rohit: Manoj, Sanjay could come anytime, let’s go and sit!
Reluctantly, we stopped our foreplay on the dance floor and got back into our corner leaving most of the crowd dejected and disappointed.
I guess they were anticipating that I would be fucked right there on the dance floor. I wish I was!
My husband’s best friends and I sat down for another round of shots. The fact that I was having so much fun with different men other than my husband was making the whole experience thrilling and exciting. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun. I guess one can get addicted to this kind of life and there could be no going back. May be that’s the reason most societies don’t allow women to get close to men other than their husbands. The attention they receive from men outside the marriage can be quite intoxicating, the pleasure outside marriage quite stimulating. I guess all women love to taste the forbidden fruit.
Thinking of tasting the forbidden fruit, when will these guys hand over their banana to me for licking, sucking and biting?
Thanks to Manoj who brought enough liqueur for us, we kept on taking more alcohol without having to go the bar. We took the salt, the tequila and the lime, to take in another round of alcohol into my craving body. Before my body could accommodate the strong taste of the tequila, Manoj turned me to his side, grabbed me by the neck, pulled my face towards his and started to kiss me. I didn’t resist. I wanted it so bad!
At last! The men are taking charge! Please, take me all the way! And fuck me!
I was let go after almost a minute-long kiss, which was full of lust and wantonness. It was more about tongue-dueling than about mating of lips. Now, it was Rohit’s turn. Even he turned into an aggressive lover after watching Manoj in action. He kissed me differently now, the sensitivity that I experienced earlier from him was gone - it was wild and unbridled. While I was kissing Rohit, Manoj grabbed the top of my dress, and pulled it down to expose my succulent breasts.
And while I was still in a kiss with Rohit, Manoj came from below and started to suck on my boob, pulling on my thick nipple. A conservative housewife from a middle class Indian family is getting kissed and sucked by two men in a bar. It must have been a wonderful sight!
Once again we were putting up a show, but there were not too many observers this time, I guess some of them wanted to give us our privacy. I switched sides again, this time it was Manoj kissing me and massaging my breast that was closer to him, while Rohit suckled on the other breast. My hand was in Manoj’s hair. I was caressing him and making love to him while Rohit worked on my boob. Both of them were more interested in my boobs, so they got down to it and started to suck each one of them. There I was, sitting like a whore, with two of my husband’s friends sucking my tits. It was like a fierce competition for them, to show me who can suck better, who can please me better. I was receiving both pain and pleasure, because they were pulling, tugging and chewing my teats and kept on pumping my boobs in an attempt to get the phantom milk out of it. I put hands in their heads, stroking them, and thus feeling like a queen being serviced by my two sex slaves.
I guess Manoj wanted more. He came up, looked at me, and said, ‘Priyanka, suck my cock.’
As if I was a newly recruited soldier obeying my drill sergeant, I opened his pants without flinching, then his zippers, and then his underwear, to get my monster prize out. Wow! It looked glorious. His cock was an amazing tool. It was so extraordinary that it needs a name. Yes, like the Excalibur, the sword of Arthur, it stood up proud, as if it had its own existence independent of Manoj. Extremely thick at the bottom, slowly tapering as it went up and suddenly ending up in a very big bulbous cockhead, it was genuinely what women crave for. The veins moving around the trunk looked ominous and threatening, invoking a certain fear, the kind of fear which everyone women can only desire for, but only few can attain. I am going to be the lucky woman. I took his cock in my hand- it was warm, and rock hard. When I wrapped it in my hand, my fingers couldn’t even touch my thumb – never knew that dicks can be so thick. It felt so good in my slim and delicate hands, like the beauty holding the beast.
Like a bee attracted towards the honey, I was drawn to Manoj’s cock. I put my face in his crotch, and started to touch it with my lips, my face, and cheeks, making love with it. I was trying to feel the length, the girth, and the contours of this monstrous beast, as if I was trying to tame it and take control. Suddenly the whiff of his manly smell got caught in my nose. It was masculine and raw, and carnal. It many have been the smell of dried pre cum that Manoj has been ejecting the whole evening during our foreplay, or could have been the smell of the sweat of his crotch area, or combination of the both. It was musky, intoxicating, and alluring, making me weak in my legs. How could a man smell so good? Especially down there! Or is it the alcohol in my blood altering my senses. I put my nose onto the Excalibur and started to drawn the strong and masculine smell, and moved it from the head of the cock down to the base and moved my nose deep into his crotch, under the base of the cock onto his balls. The smell only increased in its acridity, making me swoon.
It acted like an aphrodisiac, filling me with lust.
Oh! How much I wanted to get fucked by that monster!
After having my fill smelling it, I started tasting it. And it tasted good. A bit salty but the right amount to make it worthwhile. I started to suck on Manoj’s glorious cock, the same one which was sucked on by Sahana today, and earlier got fucked on by Pooja. Now, it’s all mine. I sucked his cock I have never done before. I used my tongue, my lips and my teeth and kept pumping it with my hand. While I was working Manoj’s cock, Rohit put his hand around me, reached for my hanging tit, and started to milk it. I wanted to take all of Excalibur inside my mouth, so I tried to deep throat the beast, but could not.
I need to learnt the art of deep throating, something to remember!
After sucking on Manoj’s gorgeous cock for few minutes, I came up, and kissed Manoj on his lips, transferring the taste of his own penis into his mouth, and it looked like Manoj loved it. What a man!
Now, I decided to focus on Rohit. There was also a bit of time pressure. Sanjay could come in anytime now, and I didn’t want him to see his beautiful sincere wife sitting in between two men sucking their dicks. I want to relieve them as soon as possible.
I tried to remember how the porn actresses sucked cock, and tried to do the same with Rohit’s cock. I used lot of saliva, lot of tongue action, and used my lips to keep squeezing his cock, and once in a while, I used a little amount of teeth that elicited moans of pleasure from Rohit. When I looked up I could see the man in deep ecstasy. His eyes were closed, but the pleasure he was experiencing was palpable. May be, entire foreplay of the evening was adding to the pleasure. His dick was rock solid, and it was palpitating inside my mouth. Once again, taking the cue from porn movies, I started to massage his balls, and started using my hands as well to choke on his cock. There was lot of slurping and moaning from both of us, but the blaring music drowned it.
Meanwhile, Manoj took both of my dangling breasts in his hands and started to pump them, while pressing my nipples. This invigorated me further and I was working on Rohit at feverish pace. After another minute, I realized that Rohit was showing all the signs of cumming anytime now, and I didn’t know what to do. I was not ready to take his cum inside my mouth. Till date I never swallowed Sanjay’s cum. There were many firsts that I did today, but this is not going to be one of them. I started giving him a fierce hand job. The saliva from my mouth was acting as lubricant. Within few seconds, Rohit came all over my hand. There were goblets of white sperm over my hand, my fingers and even my arm. I didn’t know what to.
After Rohit recovered, he looked at my plight, and as a gentleman, he took one of the empty shot glasses and picked up all the semen into the glass with a spoon. He filled almost half of it. That’s when Manoj got a weird idea. He took that glass containing Rohit’s cum and filled the other half with tequila. He mixed it with a stirrer. And then said, ‘why don’t you have a COCKtail, Priyanka?’ Rohit also encouraged me, Priyanka! Come on! Don’t chicken out now!
What the heck. I took it from his hand and gulped down the COCKtail.
Wow! I just tasted the cum of man inside me for the first time. And I loved it.
Now, I focused on the show stopper of the evening, the Excalibur. I went up against it with all my expertise, but it would not be tamed. I became delirious while sucking on his mighty cock. I kept sucking its bulbous head, kissing it, licking it, and then moving my tongue along the length of the cock into the base, and sucked on his large balls, and repeated this many times. And yet, Manoj would not cum. I guess the fact that he had so many fuck and suck sessions today made the difference. He was holding onto the post without releasing it. I started using my teeth a bit, along with the tongue and tightened my lips while pumping it with both my hands. That seemed to work on Manoj, who now closed his eyes and looked like he was on the brink of releasing his sperm. Rohit gave me a bigger glass, and I took it with one hand, and while I pumped Manoj’s cock with another. Within a minute he was ready to cum, and he was couldn’t control himself while releasing, he kept saying, ‘WOOOOOW! MMMMMM! MMMMM! HMMMMM! AAAAAAAAHHHH’, and started to release copious amount of white juice into the glass. While Manoj put his spent cock back into his trousers, Rohit took some vodka, and poured it into the same glass, stirred it, and then created another shot for me. I repeated the act, and took another shot of COCKtail, and smacked my lips just to let the men know that I enjoyed it. And when I put the glass on the table and looked up I saw Sanjay, Sahana, and Pooja standing at our corner. They had just arrived.
With the arrival of Sanjay into the bar, I came down to the earth. No longer was I in the heavens. I was feeling a bit guilty too. Thankfully, we were not in any compromising position when they arrived. I immediately got up, as if nothing untoward happened, and went into Sanjay’s arms to kiss him. He felt a bit awkward when I did that because we are not that kind of couple which kisses in public, but given what I just did with two other men, kissing my husband in public seemed almost nothing. Sanjay must have felt a different kind of taste from my mouth.
Sanjay: Priyanka, You smell different. Also, taste different.
Me: Oh, that. Your friend Manoj brought some kind of weird shots.
Sanjay now looked at the two men sitting in the corner. Even they must be feeling a bit guilty and also glad that they put their packages back into their trousers before their wives arrived.
Sanjay: I hope you two have been treating my wife like a lady.
Rohit: Yes, we have been. In fact, we are treating her quite grand, like a Queen. (pun intended)
Manoj: And, I hope you have not taken advantage with my girlfriend, Sanjay.
Pooja was wearing an extremely short dress, a small bikini top and a very small skirt. Most of her body was bare. I have never seen anyone wear such an exposing and small dress in public. Pooja was in a different league altogether.
Suddenly, I felt a twinge of jealousy enveloping my body. For all this time, I was the center of attention. Now I could feel that I was losing that covetous position to this bitch, Pooja.
Rohit: And I don’t have that fear from Sahana. She wouldn’t give any man any chance any time of the day.
Sahana and I looked at each other. Only we know what she did that afternoon. If only Rohit had seen his sincere wife in action – sucking off Manoj’s Excalibur shamelessly on the beach.
Sahana also wore extremely sexy club wear. She was wearing a snug fit full body pant suit that had a plunging neckline showing off her big bust. Also, it looked like Sahana was not wearing bra or panties, because the sheer material of the dress showed off all her contours in explicit detail, including her nipples, navel and even pussy lips.
The competition between Pooja and Sahana must have sparked off a contest in wearing the sexiest dresses to the club, and clearly both of them beat me in that category. I could see that these two women have once again regained the attention of all the men. Alas! My role once again became that of a side actor.
Sanjay: Well, I didn’t even get a chance with your girls. Both Pooja and Sahana kept each other busy. You could put dry grass between them and it would catch fire.
All of us laughed at the joke and sat down at our table to order some food. Pooja started flaunting her boobs and her open midriff to all the waiters. Sahana’s plunging neckline was yielding desired results. Rohit and Manoj completely avoided eye contact with, may be to hide their guilt. However, with another round of alcohol that we freshly ordered, things started to ease up, but now Manoj and Sahana were exchanging glances at each other all the time, which didn’t go unnoticed by me and Sanjay. We knew their secret, and we couldn’t help notice that they were acting like lovebirds on a honeymoon. Sahana and Manoj were seated next to each other, and they were smiling and giggling, and at one point of time, when Pooja was engaging Rohit, Sahana gave a sudden movement of her body. Looked like Manoj was already acting on her.
I was getting curious. Wanted to know what was happening between them. So accidentally dropped a napkin on the floor and I bent down to fetch it. I saw Manoj’s hand working on Sahana’s crotch, which he was rubbing vigorously over her pants. Because of the thin material of the pants, and since Sahana has not worn any panties, her pussy lips and clit were exposed under the fabric, and Manoj was masturbating her right there at the table. When I moved up I could see that Sahana was not able to keep a composed face in spite of her efforts. She was biting her lips and sometimes gave out sexual noises, ‘UMMM! AAAAH!’, and to cover it up, she blamed the spicy Goan food.
Oblivious to the sexual act being performed by her husband on her arch rival, Pooja was looking at attractive men and women on the dance floor. She wanted to go dancing. When she asked Manoj to join her, he said ‘Sorry Babe! Not in a mood’ because his mood was elsewhere – masturbating Sahana with his hand at the dinner table. To get rid of Rohit, Sahana pushed him, ‘Rohit! Poor Pooja, take her to the dance floor!’ As if a hungry cat was offered milk, Rohit leapt up and took sexy Pooja onto the dance floor.
With so much attention being given to Pooja and Sahana I was missing out on the fun I just experienced a while ago!
With their respective spouses gone, the love birds, Sahana and Manoj, took their antics to the next level. Manoj took his Excalibur out, and right before Sanjay and me, made Sahana bend down below the table.
Oh! How much I wanted to get fucked by that monster!
After having my fill smelling it, I started tasting it. And it tasted good. A bit salty but the right amount to make it worthwhile. I started to suck on Manoj’s glorious cock, the same one which was sucked on by Sahana today, and earlier got fucked on by Pooja. Now, it’s all mine. I sucked his cock I have never done before. I used my tongue, my lips and my teeth and kept pumping it with my hand. While I was working Manoj’s cock, Rohit put his hand around me, reached for my hanging tit, and started to milk it. I wanted to take all of Excalibur inside my mouth, so I tried to deep throat the beast, but could not.
I need to learnt the art of deep throating, something to remember!
After sucking on Manoj’s gorgeous cock for few minutes, I came up, and kissed Manoj on his lips, transferring the taste of his own penis into his mouth, and it looked like Manoj loved it. What a man!
Now, I decided to focus on Rohit. There was also a bit of time pressure. Sanjay could come in anytime now, and I didn’t want him to see his beautiful sincere wife sitting in between two men sucking their dicks. I want to relieve them as soon as possible.
I tried to remember how the porn actresses sucked cock, and tried to do the same with Rohit’s cock. I used lot of saliva, lot of tongue action, and used my lips to keep squeezing his cock, and once in a while, I used a little amount of teeth that elicited moans of pleasure from Rohit. When I looked up I could see the man in deep ecstasy. His eyes were closed, but the pleasure he was experiencing was palpable. May be, entire foreplay of the evening was adding to the pleasure. His dick was rock solid, and it was palpitating inside my mouth. Once again, taking the cue from porn movies, I started to massage his balls, and started using my hands as well to choke on his cock. There was lot of slurping and moaning from both of us, but the blaring music drowned it.
Meanwhile, Manoj took both of my dangling breasts in his hands and started to pump them, while pressing my nipples. This invigorated me further and I was working on Rohit at feverish pace. After another minute, I realized that Rohit was showing all the signs of cumming anytime now, and I didn’t know what to do. I was not ready to take his cum inside my mouth. Till date I never swallowed Sanjay’s cum. There were many firsts that I did today, but this is not going to be one of them. I started giving him a fierce hand job. The saliva from my mouth was acting as lubricant. Within few seconds, Rohit came all over my hand. There were goblets of white sperm over my hand, my fingers and even my arm. I didn’t know what to.
After Rohit recovered, he looked at my plight, and as a gentleman, he took one of the empty shot glasses and picked up all the semen into the glass with a spoon. He filled almost half of it. That’s when Manoj got a weird idea. He took that glass containing Rohit’s cum and filled the other half with tequila. He mixed it with a stirrer. And then said, ‘why don’t you have a COCKtail, Priyanka?’ Rohit also encouraged me, Priyanka! Come on! Don’t chicken out now!
What the heck. I took it from his hand and gulped down the COCKtail.
Wow! I just tasted the cum of man inside me for the first time. And I loved it.
Now, I focused on the show stopper of the evening, the Excalibur. I went up against it with all my expertise, but it would not be tamed. I became delirious while sucking on his mighty cock. I kept sucking its bulbous head, kissing it, licking it, and then moving my tongue along the length of the cock into the base, and sucked on his large balls, and repeated this many times. And yet, Manoj would not cum. I guess the fact that he had so many fuck and suck sessions today made the difference. He was holding onto the post without releasing it. I started using my teeth a bit, along with the tongue and tightened my lips while pumping it with both my hands. That seemed to work on Manoj, who now closed his eyes and looked like he was on the brink of releasing his sperm. Rohit gave me a bigger glass, and I took it with one hand, and while I pumped Manoj’s cock with another. Within a minute he was ready to cum, and he was couldn’t control himself while releasing, he kept saying, ‘WOOOOOW! MMMMMM! MMMMM! HMMMMM! AAAAAAAAHHHH’, and started to release copious amount of white juice into the glass. While Manoj put his spent cock back into his trousers, Rohit took some vodka, and poured it into the same glass, stirred it, and then created another shot for me. I repeated the act, and took another shot of COCKtail, and smacked my lips just to let the men know that I enjoyed it. And when I put the glass on the table and looked up I saw Sanjay, Sahana, and Pooja standing at our corner. They had just arrived.
With the arrival of Sanjay into the bar, I came down to the earth. No longer was I in the heavens. I was feeling a bit guilty too. Thankfully, we were not in any compromising position when they arrived. I immediately got up, as if nothing untoward happened, and went into Sanjay’s arms to kiss him. He felt a bit awkward when I did that because we are not that kind of couple which kisses in public, but given what I just did with two other men, kissing my husband in public seemed almost nothing. Sanjay must have felt a different kind of taste from my mouth.
Sanjay: Priyanka, You smell different. Also, taste different.
Me: Oh, that. Your friend Manoj brought some kind of weird shots.
Sanjay now looked at the two men sitting in the corner. Even they must be feeling a bit guilty and also glad that they put their packages back into their trousers before their wives arrived.
Sanjay: I hope you two have been treating my wife like a lady.
Rohit: Yes, we have been. In fact, we are treating her quite grand, like a Queen. (pun intended)
Manoj: And, I hope you have not taken advantage with my girlfriend, Sanjay.
Pooja was wearing an extremely short dress, a small bikini top and a very small skirt. Most of her body was bare. I have never seen anyone wear such an exposing and small dress in public. Pooja was in a different league altogether.
Suddenly, I felt a twinge of jealousy enveloping my body. For all this time, I was the center of attention. Now I could feel that I was losing that covetous position to this bitch, Pooja.
Rohit: And I don’t have that fear from Sahana. She wouldn’t give any man any chance any time of the day.
Sahana and I looked at each other. Only we know what she did that afternoon. If only Rohit had seen his sincere wife in action – sucking off Manoj’s Excalibur shamelessly on the beach.
Sahana also wore extremely sexy club wear. She was wearing a snug fit full body pant suit that had a plunging neckline showing off her big bust. Also, it looked like Sahana was not wearing bra or panties, because the sheer material of the dress showed off all her contours in explicit detail, including her nipples, navel and even pussy lips.
The competition between Pooja and Sahana must have sparked off a contest in wearing the sexiest dresses to the club, and clearly both of them beat me in that category. I could see that these two women have once again regained the attention of all the men. Alas! My role once again became that of a side actor.
Sanjay: Well, I didn’t even get a chance with your girls. Both Pooja and Sahana kept each other busy. You could put dry grass between them and it would catch fire.
All of us laughed at the joke and sat down at our table to order some food. Pooja started flaunting her boobs and her open midriff to all the waiters. Sahana’s plunging neckline was yielding desired results. Rohit and Manoj completely avoided eye contact with, may be to hide their guilt. However, with another round of alcohol that we freshly ordered, things started to ease up, but now Manoj and Sahana were exchanging glances at each other all the time, which didn’t go unnoticed by me and Sanjay. We knew their secret, and we couldn’t help notice that they were acting like lovebirds on a honeymoon. Sahana and Manoj were seated next to each other, and they were smiling and giggling, and at one point of time, when Pooja was engaging Rohit, Sahana gave a sudden movement of her body. Looked like Manoj was already acting on her.
I was getting curious. Wanted to know what was happening between them. So accidentally dropped a napkin on the floor and I bent down to fetch it. I saw Manoj’s hand working on Sahana’s crotch, which he was rubbing vigorously over her pants. Because of the thin material of the pants, and since Sahana has not worn any panties, her pussy lips and clit were exposed under the fabric, and Manoj was masturbating her right there at the table. When I moved up I could see that Sahana was not able to keep a composed face in spite of her efforts. She was biting her lips and sometimes gave out sexual noises, ‘UMMM! AAAAH!’, and to cover it up, she blamed the spicy Goan food.
Oblivious to the sexual act being performed by her husband on her arch rival, Pooja was looking at attractive men and women on the dance floor. She wanted to go dancing. When she asked Manoj to join her, he said ‘Sorry Babe! Not in a mood’ because his mood was elsewhere – masturbating Sahana with his hand at the dinner table. To get rid of Rohit, Sahana pushed him, ‘Rohit! Poor Pooja, take her to the dance floor!’ As if a hungry cat was offered milk, Rohit leapt up and took sexy Pooja onto the dance floor.
With so much attention being given to Pooja and Sahana I was missing out on the fun I just experienced a while ago!
With their respective spouses gone, the love birds, Sahana and Manoj, took their antics to the next level. Manoj took his Excalibur out, and right before Sanjay and me, made Sahana bend down below the table.
Soon Sahana was sucking on the mighty Excalibur. It looked like Nth time for me to look at his cock that day, and I was wondering how resilient his cock his. Already, he fucked Pooja in the sea waves with it, and then got sucked on it by Sahana in the afternoon, and then by me just a while ago. And yet, it rose up for the fourth time with same ferocity and vigor. That bitch Pooja is indeed a lucky woman. Not to lose out on voyeuristic pleasure, I slid in my seat to take a look at what was going on. I could clearly Sahana’s head bobbing up and down on Manoj’s monster dick. Even my husband seems to be enjoying watching the show, because he held his hand around my waist and was trying to work up his way towards my boobs.
Meanwhile, on the dance floor, Pooja grabbed Rohit and brought him close to her body. Though he spent up his juices just few minutes ago for me, he could not help but seduced by Pooja’s swelling and open bosom. Seeing that Rohit was getting turned on, Pooja forcefully pulled his face onto her cleavage. Rohit felt like he was in heaven, and started to lick down her mounds.
Would Rohit be missing my majestic large sized boobs?
Pooja turned around and pushed her ass onto his crotch feeling his dick, while Rohit grabbed her boobs from behind and started to pinch them. They were dancing like a couple in heat.
After few minutes of Sahana’s sucking, licking and biting, Manoj could not control himself anymore – he released his entire load into Sahana’s warm mouth, which she gulped hungrily. When she came up, she looked like a randi, which made her flush in embarrassment because both Sanjay and I were just looking at her.
That’s when Pooja and Rohit came back from the dance floor back to the table. Deliberately, I asked Sahana, ‘Hey Sahana! How was your sausage?’ Naughtily Sahana replied that she loved it. Pooja went, ‘But who ordered the sausage. I didn’t get any’. All of us except Rohit and Pooja kept laughing at the joke.
After the dinner all of us decided to hit the dance floor and were dancing as couples. Because of the booze and liquor, Sahana and Pooja were dancing wildly, grinding their butts into their husbands’ crotches. We were all kissing our partners. Sanjay and I were kissing each other and dancing holding each other close, probably the first time ever in a public place. Pooja later got onto raised podium and started dancing with some stranger. That guy kept dry fucking right there on the stage. We kept shouting and yelling and hooting for Pooja. Even Manoj was quite happy to see his girlfriend dance with a stranger.
During the course of dancing, Pooja started to spend more with Rohit, while Sahana was dancing with Manoj. By the time we came out of the bar we were all trashed. On the way back, Sanjay drove the Innova with me sitting next to him. Behind us were seated Sahana and Manoj, and in the back sat Rohit and Pooja. They had exchanged their partners and were now smooching and making out without shame. When I looked back I was met with a wonderful sight – Manoj was cupping Sahana’s open breasts and kissing all over her face and lips. He looked at me.
Oh God! How much I wanted Manoj’s cock tonight! And how lucky is Sahana! I envy her!
Behind them Pooja had taken off her bikini top and Rohit was biting her nipples and sucking on her boobs.
That should have been me! Not Pooja!
There was lot of moaning and slurping sounds in the car. When we got down at the hotel, it was becoming clear that couples have decided on the swap for the night. Pooja was now walking with Rohit with his arms around her thin waist, with one of his hands on her bare ass below the skirt. Looks like she put on her top back again. And Sahana was in the clutches of virile Manoj, who was already pushing his hard-on into Sahana’s buttocks making her feel what she is going to have inside her pussy in few minutes. Manoj was mauling and massaging Sahana’s breasts from outside the dress, eliciting moans from Sahana, ‘Manoj! MMMM! What are you doing?’ Not to be left behind, Rohit started to kiss Pooja in the presence of everyone. When we reached our rooms, Rohit led Pooja to his suite, while Manoj lifted Sahana and took her into his suite. Sanjay and I were spellbound. We didn’t believe that the much anticipated swap would actually happen.
I was the only one left out! How could this happen?
Throughout the night, Sanjay and I could hear moaning, wailing, yelping, and grunting from both the bedrooms on each side, as if there was some kind of competition. Their sexually explicit sounds kept us alert, and had a desired effect on Sanjay and me. My husband was doubly hard, and he fucked me with full vigor. During the fuck session, Sanjay asked me, ‘how big is Manoj? Did you like his dick?’ While was fucking me in my wet pussy, I confessed, ‘HMMM! It is the biggest cock, like that of a donkey’.
Poor Sanjay! I felt like telling him that I sucked on that monster cock of Manoj few hours ago, and that I even drank his cum as a cocktail!
Sanjay slammed into me deeper and harder, and asked, ‘did you want to suck it the way Sahana sucked it?’ I responded, moaning with pleasure, ‘YES! I wanted to suck it and lick to so badly. It is such a beautiful cock. I am so jealous of Sahana who is getting fucked by it now’.
No, I couldn’t tell Sanjay that I already sucked him and tasted his cum as cocktail.
Sanjay increased his tempo of fucking, and asked, ‘Baby! Do you want to be fucked by him right now in the other room, the way Sahana is getting fucked?’ My beloved husband was now fucking me in the doggy style from behind. I yelled out, ‘YES! YES! I WANT TO! I want to fuck that big dick so badly! I want to get fucked by Manoj the same way Sahana is now getting fucked!’
Sanjay instantly deposited his sperm inside my pussy. With so much sexual tension in the air the whole day, all the men must have released quickly into the wombs of their partners that night, because the fucking sessions in all bedrooms stopped quite abruptly.
Next day morning, we all left Goa without much talk or fanfare at the farewells.
Goddamn! I could see the bliss on the faces of Pooja and Sahana! I wanted to experience that!
Meanwhile, on the dance floor, Pooja grabbed Rohit and brought him close to her body. Though he spent up his juices just few minutes ago for me, he could not help but seduced by Pooja’s swelling and open bosom. Seeing that Rohit was getting turned on, Pooja forcefully pulled his face onto her cleavage. Rohit felt like he was in heaven, and started to lick down her mounds.
Would Rohit be missing my majestic large sized boobs?
Pooja turned around and pushed her ass onto his crotch feeling his dick, while Rohit grabbed her boobs from behind and started to pinch them. They were dancing like a couple in heat.
After few minutes of Sahana’s sucking, licking and biting, Manoj could not control himself anymore – he released his entire load into Sahana’s warm mouth, which she gulped hungrily. When she came up, she looked like a randi, which made her flush in embarrassment because both Sanjay and I were just looking at her.
That’s when Pooja and Rohit came back from the dance floor back to the table. Deliberately, I asked Sahana, ‘Hey Sahana! How was your sausage?’ Naughtily Sahana replied that she loved it. Pooja went, ‘But who ordered the sausage. I didn’t get any’. All of us except Rohit and Pooja kept laughing at the joke.
After the dinner all of us decided to hit the dance floor and were dancing as couples. Because of the booze and liquor, Sahana and Pooja were dancing wildly, grinding their butts into their husbands’ crotches. We were all kissing our partners. Sanjay and I were kissing each other and dancing holding each other close, probably the first time ever in a public place. Pooja later got onto raised podium and started dancing with some stranger. That guy kept dry fucking right there on the stage. We kept shouting and yelling and hooting for Pooja. Even Manoj was quite happy to see his girlfriend dance with a stranger.
During the course of dancing, Pooja started to spend more with Rohit, while Sahana was dancing with Manoj. By the time we came out of the bar we were all trashed. On the way back, Sanjay drove the Innova with me sitting next to him. Behind us were seated Sahana and Manoj, and in the back sat Rohit and Pooja. They had exchanged their partners and were now smooching and making out without shame. When I looked back I was met with a wonderful sight – Manoj was cupping Sahana’s open breasts and kissing all over her face and lips. He looked at me.
Oh God! How much I wanted Manoj’s cock tonight! And how lucky is Sahana! I envy her!
Behind them Pooja had taken off her bikini top and Rohit was biting her nipples and sucking on her boobs.
That should have been me! Not Pooja!
There was lot of moaning and slurping sounds in the car. When we got down at the hotel, it was becoming clear that couples have decided on the swap for the night. Pooja was now walking with Rohit with his arms around her thin waist, with one of his hands on her bare ass below the skirt. Looks like she put on her top back again. And Sahana was in the clutches of virile Manoj, who was already pushing his hard-on into Sahana’s buttocks making her feel what she is going to have inside her pussy in few minutes. Manoj was mauling and massaging Sahana’s breasts from outside the dress, eliciting moans from Sahana, ‘Manoj! MMMM! What are you doing?’ Not to be left behind, Rohit started to kiss Pooja in the presence of everyone. When we reached our rooms, Rohit led Pooja to his suite, while Manoj lifted Sahana and took her into his suite. Sanjay and I were spellbound. We didn’t believe that the much anticipated swap would actually happen.
I was the only one left out! How could this happen?
Throughout the night, Sanjay and I could hear moaning, wailing, yelping, and grunting from both the bedrooms on each side, as if there was some kind of competition. Their sexually explicit sounds kept us alert, and had a desired effect on Sanjay and me. My husband was doubly hard, and he fucked me with full vigor. During the fuck session, Sanjay asked me, ‘how big is Manoj? Did you like his dick?’ While was fucking me in my wet pussy, I confessed, ‘HMMM! It is the biggest cock, like that of a donkey’.
Poor Sanjay! I felt like telling him that I sucked on that monster cock of Manoj few hours ago, and that I even drank his cum as a cocktail!
Sanjay slammed into me deeper and harder, and asked, ‘did you want to suck it the way Sahana sucked it?’ I responded, moaning with pleasure, ‘YES! I wanted to suck it and lick to so badly. It is such a beautiful cock. I am so jealous of Sahana who is getting fucked by it now’.
No, I couldn’t tell Sanjay that I already sucked him and tasted his cum as cocktail.
Sanjay increased his tempo of fucking, and asked, ‘Baby! Do you want to be fucked by him right now in the other room, the way Sahana is getting fucked?’ My beloved husband was now fucking me in the doggy style from behind. I yelled out, ‘YES! YES! I WANT TO! I want to fuck that big dick so badly! I want to get fucked by Manoj the same way Sahana is now getting fucked!’
Sanjay instantly deposited his sperm inside my pussy. With so much sexual tension in the air the whole day, all the men must have released quickly into the wombs of their partners that night, because the fucking sessions in all bedrooms stopped quite abruptly.
Next day morning, we all left Goa without much talk or fanfare at the farewells.
Goddamn! I could see the bliss on the faces of Pooja and Sahana! I wanted to experience that!