When I got married I assumed that for the rest of life I would be with only one man – my husband. For many years it was this way and we enjoyed a normal yet boring married life. We had flirted with the idea of bringing in a third person to spice up our sex a bit and explore swinging, but it never really amounted to anything.
During February 2007, when I shifted to a new city (named Bhubaneswar) something incredible happened, which changed my life forever. After about 11 years of blissful marriage, my husband decided that we should bring in some other person in our bedroom to take our sexual exploration to the next level. Obviously, I was completely against bringing in another woman because I was not sure how I would feel seeing my husband buried deep inside another woman. To my utter surprise, my husband looked happy about my decision and immediately suggested bringing home another man instead! I had never even thought of this as an option figuring that my husband would be equally as uncomfortable seeing another man **** me as I would be seeing him **** another woman. I was totally surprised by this suggestion and was not very comfortable with the idea of sharing my body with someone else. We talked about it for a while and I told him I wanted to think about it. After a few days I was warming up to the idea and eventually decided that I would sacrifice my body to another man to please my husband. I told we could do it and that if he could find a willing suitor I would allow myself to be taken.
Due to Kumar’s professional needs, we relocated to Bhubaneswar at that time. That was the very first time in our life that we went outside our state. Kumar moved first during September 2006 alone. After 5 months I joined him there. We had no friends over there. There was only one more Bengali guy from the same company working with my husband. His name was Nilanjan. He was around 30 year old & unmarried. He didn’t have a girlfriend either. My husband knew him quite well as he stayed with him in the same apartment for 5-6 months before I joined him in Bhubaneswar. They were quite friendly to each other. However, I didn’t meet this guy earlier, though I heard a lot about him from my hubby.
After one and half month of my stay in the new city, one day my husband called from work and told me that Nilanjan is interested in joining us for an evening. Nilanjan had seen me couple of times earlier and also heard a lot about me from my husband. Though my husband was few years older than him, they became very good buddies and they used to share drinks together when they were staying together before I joined my husband. Even before meeting me in person, Nilanjan had mentioned to my husband a few time how lucky he was to have such a sexy wife that any guy would love to sleep with. He happened to see all my pictures (including a few naughty ones) stored in Kumar’s personal laptop when they were staying together. Both of them were drunk and Nilanjan accessed private folder in Kumar’s laptop while looking for some other pictures that Kumar wanted to show him. Later, Nilanjan apologized to Kumar for breaching the privacy, but also appreciated my beauty and congratulated Kumar for having such a trophy wife! Thus, we already knew that he was interested in me.
So, I agreed to the date and we decided that next Saturday evening (March 24th, 2007) would be the D-day of our life. Initially, I was very nervous about the date and did not know how it would all go down. I had agreed to open my body and legs to another man and my husband was going to enjoy that! As I thought a bit more about the night and how it all might happen I started to get excited about having a big fat **** instead of my husband’s 5” ordinary penis. It is not as if I had never thought about it- I had fantasized about it numerous times – but it was always just a fantasy and now it was going to be a reality. I started to wonder too about Nilanjan and how he would be in bed – did he have a big ****, would he **** me hard, would I let him *** inside of me, would I let him **** me in the ***…. All of these questions flooded my mind and I could feel my ***** getting wet just from contemplating these issues. Even though I had fantasized about this, I was still 100% dedicated to my loving husband and I only agreed to give up my body as a favor to my hubby. Anyway, for next few days I was just thinking about Nilanjan day in & day out.
Came Saturday evening and I was very apprehensive… feeling butterflies in my stomach. I made myself ready for the final encounter. I was wearing a red Ghagra (long skirt) and matching Choli (blouse). The blouse was really skimpy… it was sleeveless, backless, and quite deep neck to expose ample boobs. Nilanjan came over around 7:00 PM to join us for dinner. To my pleasant surprise, he was much better looking, tall, strong-built & handsome than what I expected. He was very smart, charming and dashing too. To me he seemed like a movie star and I was flattered by the fact that he could not keep his eyes off my well-endowed body. I could feel that his x-ray eyes were able to see my sweaty naked body under the clothings. I felt violated on one hand, but thrilled on the other. By the way, I was not wearing any lingerie on that night, to feel more sexy and horny from within. Kumar later told me that whenever I used to bend down to serve snacks/drinks, both my white melons (and sometimes, even the dark nipples) were clearly & fully visible to Nilanjan.
After dinner, at around 8:30 PM, we sat down to have few rounds of drinks in the living room. Then suddenly Kumar got a call on his cell phone. He told us that we have to excuse him, as he has to go to the office urgently due to some production issues. He apologized to Nilanjan and told him that, “my wife will take good care of you… please don’t leave till I return.” Nilanjan gleefully accepted. Kumar turned to me and winked mischievously. I was shocked. He never told me about his plan. Kumar left in a hurry, leaving the door closed behind him. I locked the door from inside once he left.
Then I came back to my sofa (love seat), where I was sitting with Kumar. Nilanjan was still seating across the coffee table on the big couch. It was almost 9 PM. After some initial discomfort and awkwardness, we got going easy with each other. We talked for next one hour about our past, our love lives, some spicy stories, our hidden desires and all. While talking we consumed 6 or 7 rounds of gin & vodka together. Things got heated up reasonably through our open discussions. That was just the build up for the big match to start. By 10 PM or so, both of us started getting intoxicated evidently. I was feeling little dizzy and extremely horny. Looking at my expressions, Nilanjan guessed something. All on a sudden, he stood up, came over to me and asked if I would join him on his couch. I was startled that this was happening so fast and that it was even happening to begin with. Nevertheless, I walked over to the couch with Nilanjan and he instantly started kissing me. The lips of a stranger felt well pressed against my own and the sensation of a strange tongue in my mouth made my stomach flip. Nilanjan was grabbing my waist and rubbing all over my warm body.
Then he stood up & approached me from behind and slowly started to lift my skirt. I could feel his hand on my thighs and slowly working their way up in between my legs. As I already did mention, I had decided not to wear any panties or bra that night as I figured they would be on for very little time anyway. Soon enough Nilanjan’s hands found my ***** and his fingers started to explore my shaved lips. My husband asked me categorically to clean-shave my ***** for that special night – the wetness and smoothness could drive Nilanjan crazy and I would like the feeling too. Nilanjan started pushing his fingers inside of me and I realized how wet I already was. Nilanjan had already undone my blouse too and I was standing stark naked in front of him after stripping off the last piece of cloth from my body. Nilanjan exclaimed in despair “Oh Tina, you are awesome… such a sexy figure you have got! You are a real hotty… and, you definitely deserve a real man to make you feel special!”
With this, he started sucking on my hard nipples. Ummmmm… I was so overwhelmed by this strong man exploring my heavy breasts and wet love-hole that I cried out in sheer ecstasy, “Make me your slave Nilanjan… make me your *****… love me like there’s no tomorrow”. Nilanjan was by then standing in front of me still staring at my breasts and I can see he had a huge erection… I thought it would be almost 7 inches in length and more than 5″ in girth. This was by far the biggest **** I could ever dream of. It looked twice as big as my husband’s poor little one. Again, as these thoughts raced through my mind I realized I was getting excited.
Nilanjan then began to fondle my whole body. As I struggled to manage his monster ****, he forced me go down on my knees to take his manhood deep into my mouth. I had never even thought of swallowing any man other than my hubby before and now I had this 7” throbbing rock-hard **** waiting for me. I quickly grabbed on to it and tried my best to cope up with the super-hot **** being shoved in my mouth. I was transfixed by the manliness of this guy & mesmerized by his unique love making skills. However, as much as I liked all these I was still very uneasy about this whole scenario. Did I really want to allow my body to be violated all night by this total stranger?
As I sucked on his ****, Nilanjan laid down on the ground below me in the classic 69 pose and started sucking on my **** and pushing his tongue as deep in my ***** as he could. As I was riding his face and having his **** shoved down my throat, it continued for 10-15 minutes. Then I stood up and walked over to the couch and positioned myself so that my *** was at the end of the couch and that Nilanjan would have good access to my *****. I pulled my legs up towards my chest. Before I could even get myself ready, Nilanjan shoved his gigantic **** deep inside my *****. Uuhhhh… Aaaaaaaah! For the first time in my life, I had a **** other than my hubby’s inside of me. It felt wrong as he started to pump away at my bald *****, but I was having the best time of my life, so I continued. Nilanjan was standing between my legs pumping as deep as he could into my *****. It was such a wild sensation to have a huge **** pumping inside of me so vigorously. It actually felt like being in the heaven & I wanted have more of it. Nilanjan gradually rammed his **** right into me like I was a piece of butter and started feverously pumping inside of me. His **** was getting bigger & bigger inside me. I could feel it was painfully stretching me, but it felt so incredible. I was having real fun of my life with him. You know, honestly speaking, first time in my life I started feeling like a complete woman.
So, there I was, 5’4”, 133 lbs. of me being ****** hard by a handsome hunk with a huge **** when my husband was not around. Honestly I felt like a *****. How had I agreed to do this, what did this make me, would my husband ever love me again or respect me? Then I just told me – be hell with the future… just enjoy the moment… I was simply finding myself in the seventh heaven of ultimate pleasure! That way, it continued for another 30-40 minutes. Let me tell you here, in my entire life I never had sex with my husband for more than half an hour. And, now Nilanjan is satisfying my needs for more than an hour!!! By the way, we were not using any contraceptive/condom as my husband insisted that Nilanjan is from a good background and he is completely free from drugs & diseases. He is a decent clean guy. And, I wanted to have an unadulterated experience. Anyway, still standing between my legs Nilanjan was the first to ***. He was pounding my ***** very hard and I could tell he was about to ***. I decided that if I was going to do this I was going to have the full experience and let this guy not only do whatever he wanted with me, but that I would let him *** wherever he wanted. Just then I felt his ***** explode against the walls of my ***** and the sensation of his hot *** made me instantly *** too. I could feel my ***** contract around his **** and I let out a small scream as I felt the juices flowing from my *****. Nilanjan actually ********** his loads 5-6 times more in next 30 seconds. I was feeling so satisfied & complete that I closed my eyes and enjoyed every bit of it. I did like it and I did not want this to stop for anything. I wished if Nilanjan was my lover for rest of my life. And, I continued resting on my back for 10 more minutes.
Suddenly I came back to my sense and the loyal wife inside me woke up. I realized then that I have lost my chastity. I am not a faithful wife any more. It’s a sin in our culture. Oh god, what have I done? I felt like crying and then I told myself that I’m doing all these for my loving husband only and it’ll spice up our sex life like anything. If something is done for everyone’s benefit, how can it be a sin? I’m happy, my husband is happy and so is Nilanjan. Then where was the problem? So, I resigned to my fate. I felt the happiness & satisfaction of finding the real woman inside me. Eventually, I came back to reality and accepted whatever has happened to me as god’s wish only. After lying silently on top of me for some time, Nilanjan pulled his **** from my *****, and I decided to change positions. I got up on all fours on the couch and started sucking the **** once more. It got hard in no time. For the first time in my life I was going to have sex more than once in one night. Honestly, my husband can hardly have sex 3-4 times in a month. He is always so tired & tenses with his work. At times I felt so horny & dejected. Nilanjan made me feel like a queen that night, to say the least.
Then I felt the head of his **** being placed between my legs. As he pushed his **** inside of me, I could feel some of the *** dripped out of my ***** lips. I reached between my legs and caught his **** on my hands and brought it up to my mouth. I took the **** from my mouth and showed him that I was willing to do anything and that I would swallow his *** too. The show of absolute desperation threw Nilanjan over the edge and as he started pumping down my throat again he came right away. His hot ***, spraying down my throat, surprised me because it tasted very different from my husband’s. I thought all *** tasted & smelt that rotten, but this was much better smelling and tastier than Kumar’s.
Meanwhile Nilanjan got another erection. He gleefully went behind me and started thrusting his entire **** slowly inside of me. He did have a fat **** and it was long enough to tear my ***** apart. I have a tight ***** like a virgin even after so many years of my marriage. Both my deliveries were C-sections. And, big thanks to the small, tiny **** my husband uses to bang me. Anyway, I could feel it pushing against my unexplored inner walls when he was all the way in. He would pull his **** entirely out and then shove it back in. My husband had never done this and I actually liked the popping sensation of him going in and out of my hole. He stated doing it harder and faster until I could feel he was going to *** from the intensity of his thrusts. I turned around and started ******* his long **** in front of my face. Within seconds he was spraying his load on my face and down my throat. He came 5-6 times like a free flowing fountain. I tried to catch every drop and I was amazed again at how different his *** tasted. I always hated giving my husband an oral job because of the ****** taste of his *****, but that day I came to know how tasty a true man’s *** is. Anyway, after swallowing all that I could, I took a look at the clock and realized that at this pace it was going to take me all night to finish off with this sexy super-hero. He has already ****** me 3 times in last 2 hours or so and there is no sign of him getting tired. So I decided that I had to sacrifice the most holy of acts just to get him unloaded as many times as possible.
So I straddled his **** once again. It became hard & huge once again in a minute or two. I was completely stretched to the max as I tried to fit his thick **** in my tight *****. For me, he had the biggest **** in the universe and I was really pushing my ***** to handle him. I had him about half way in when I turned around and told slowly to take the empty hole above my *****. Quickly he positioned himself behind me and slowly began pushing his **** into my *** hole. I had always longed about having anal sex but Kumar was not too crazy about so we did never do it. Now having Nilanjan’s **** slowly pushing inside my tight *** reminded me why I always wanted to have my *** ******. He was fingering my ***** simultaneously to keep me more excited. What really got me was the sensation of having my ***** constantly lubricated from the front and my *** being ****** from the back. Nilanjan held my jumbo buttocks tightly in his hands and was then taking long hard thrusts deep into my bowels. I just sat there with my mouth open gasping for some air. I thought about what I was doing and what a **** I had become, but what was most surprising to me was how much I loved it. I loved being used. I loved being ******. I loved swallowing ***. I loved being stretched. And most of all I loved helping my husband to fulfill his long-time dream of his sweet wife getting abused by some other man with a big adorable ****. With his long hard ****** inside my ***, Nilanjan was ******* with perfect rhythm and it was such an amazing sensation to have my insides so filled. Then he suddenly pulled out and again rammed in. I was just a ****-toy to this extraordinary man and he was trying to satisfy me in every possible way. Oh my God, he is the kind of man every girl would like to sleep with at least once in her life.
It was really really hard to keep it going, but for close to 3 hours he was going on and on and on….. I was covered in ***, I had swallowed 2 loads, had 2 more pumped into my *** and 3 more loads into my thirsty *****. Towards the end of the show, I was leaking *** everywhere and by the end of the night, my ***** and *** were incredibly sore. I could barely take the last *** ******* but I knew I had to finish him off and make sure both Nilanjan and my husband was happy. At the end Nilanjan actually laid me down on the end of the couch and pushed my legs all the up to my ears. My *** and ***** were totally exposed and waiting. He stood over me with his huge **** and started pumping in and out of my ***** and *** one after the other. It hurt but I loved watching him switch between my holes and to watch him **** me while I was so exposed. He finally came in my *** and let my legs down. My *** was on fire and was leaking with ***. Will you believe that I squirted heavily and had intense ******* at least 2-3 times that night!!! Every woman desires to have that big O at least once in their life. I got that twice or thrice in one night. That night I was made complete woman by a man called Nilanjan.
Finally we were lying next to each other. Nilanjan had just spent over 3 hours using my body. It was past 1:30 AM in the night when Nilanjan stopped. By then I had transformed from a decent innocent wife to a ***-sucking nasty ****. That was a disturbing thought indeed. But, what was wild was that I actually loved it. My husband had arranged all of this against my better judgment, but obviously he knew me better than I knew myself. He knew I had an insatiable appetite for ****, and he knew that I needed more, as I never got fully satisfied by my husband.
We waited for Kumar to come back home for another hour or so. Finally Nilanjan got up at around 2:30 AM and took his leave, telling me what a wonderful night it had been, and that he hoped to do it again sometime. We kissed good night to each other. I felt warm and content. After he was gone, I closed the main door, and started recollecting the glimpses of that wonderful evening lying on the bed fully exhausted and waiting on Kumar to return home. I didn’t realize when I fall asleep, without any cloths on, even without wiping off the *** from my face & body. I still had strong hangover of too much boozing and 3 hours of wild sex. Suddenly I woke up at around 4:30 AM, and found Kumar sleeping beside me on the bed. I had no clue whatsoever when he returned from the office, opened the main door, and came to the bedroom. I was still not in my full sense. I was about to drift off to sleep once again, when Kumar moved over and kissed me full on the lips, thrusting his tongue gently onto my mouth. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “I love you Tina… I am glad to see you happy.” I felt so much warmth and love at that moment. I knew our marriage was going to be ok. I think that was when I fully relaxed and understood that even though I had another man in bed with me, nothing would ever come between Kumar & I. We were husband and wife, and that would never change. I was his, and he was mine. I felt more secured about our relationship that I had ever felt before. Kumar kissed my feet, and then started licking my whole body to clean off the ***. It was a strange sensation, I started giggling and put my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, grasping his **** and pulling it against my *****. We made slow, passionate love for a long time before falling asleep in each other’s arms. That was the first time Kumar and I had a sexual adventure outside our marriage vows. Since then, our lives have gotten quite a bit more interesting and pleasurable. Maybe I’ll tell those tales another time. This is the first of many adventures for us!
In fact I had sex with Nilanjan couple of more times, before he moved out of Bhubaneswar after 3-4 months. He was like a god gifted ****-machine. I heard that he eventually got married in 2007 December. I really envy his wife. Can she give him as much pleasure as I could? I’m sure, she can’t. If Nilanjan is the king & I’m the queen of love making too. Together we did the magic. I really miss you Nilanjan and I need you in my ***** hole once more…