Wife's Party

The party was going on in full swing. It was to celebrate my husbands’ boss being a father of a baby boy. I am Nina. 29 years of age, married to Vivek for the last 6 years. We have no children as we have decided to delay being parents till we settle down with a good financial base. Vivek, my husband, who is 2 years older than me, was working as an Engineer for Mr. Raghavan’s firm since the last many years and they had become very good friends; in fact we had become very good family friends, – visiting each others’ houses, for lunches and dinners or just a casual drink. 

Komal, Raghavan’s wife had delivered a day earlier and was at her parents’ house, which was a day’s travel. Komal had gone to her parents place for delivery, as is the tradition in Indian houses, since the last three months and Raghavan & Vivek either had their meals in hotels or sometimes came home for lunch or a casual dinner on weekends. We had become very close friends. To celebrate this occasion, Raghavan had given a party, to us and another 3 couples whose husbands worked in the firm, at his home which was a beautifully landscaped bungalow on the outskirts of Pune. It offered a fantastic view of the mountain range and offered good privacy. His house was aesthetically designed and Komal was a stickler for cleanliness and had a good sense of décor. Though sparsely decorated, it had the touch of a connoisseur. 

Though we were just 8 guests, Raghavan had brought food for 20 guests. He had brought the most expensive liquors & wines and everyone, including the other three ladies enjoyed them, generously. The mood had lightened and the jokes had turned raunchier. While some of them giggled, the rest joined in with bursts of laughter. 

As regards the house, it was palatial. It had a huge sitting room, placed at a lower level with the upper level holding the kitchen and dining room. The entire 3 sides of the sitting room were flanked by wide verandahs; with huge open French windows separating the hall & the verandahs. This created an aura of vastness and spaciousness in the room. The dining room was open and had no walls. 

The architect had designed it, keeping privacy of the diners in mind, in case of casual visitors. The kitchen was any wife’s delight, holding the most modern gadgetry. There were three bedrooms; one was on the ground floor, while two were on the upper level. All being attached with bathrooms & toilets, one could have privacy at hand, without disturbing any other person in the house. However, there were two more bathrooms with toilets at the lower level next to the kitchen, which were kept for casual visitors and guests.

The lower bedroom was for guests, while the top one was used by Raghavan & Komal. The nearby one would now be used for the baby and was superbly decorated with curtains, soft toys and a rocking cradle. 

The evening had slipped into darkness and the drinking binge had started having effect on all of us. One of the wives expressed her wish to me to use the washroom and I directed her to one of the lower toilets. Since she was not aware of the house, she requested me to accompany her. I went and showed it to her. As she closed the door, I saw Raghavan in the kitchen and went in to help him out.

“Boss. Any help?” I queried.

Raghavan turned around and was surprised to see me. 

“Hey, there! What are you doing here? Hope you are enjoying the party?”

“Aarti wanted to use the toilet and I just came to guide her.”

“Oh! Nina you please use our bath, on the first floor, in case you need to. Komal has all the right things for make-up, in case you wish to powder your pretty nose. I am sure she will understand and not mind.”

“It’s ok, Boss. I could use the down one,” I replied.

“No, I insist. And please drop the ‘Boss’ part. Please call me Raghu. You are family, Nina,” he stressed. I blushed with the heaped adoration and being called family. 

Raghavan is about Vivek’s age and was dusky, if may call him. He was in his shorts and a baggy tee-shirt. It hid his muscular frame and his flat tummy. However, the calf of his legs gave a good hint that he exercised regularly and would be good in bed. Looking at him, I was surprised to feel a tingle between my legs. Was I going moist? It must be the 3 glasses of beer I had guzzled, I thought.

I went to help him as he picked more beer and soda bottles from the fridge. Since it was a casual party amongst friends, I was wearing a loose white shirt over a knee length dark blue satin skirt. To accentuate my 5′ 5″ height, I was wearing 4″ heels. This attire made me stand out amongst the crowd. The other ladies were wearing either salwar’s or saris, which are normally worn by Indian ladies.

As he passed on the cold bottles from the fridge, I kept them on the tray to be carried out. I leant forward to pick up the tray, and that very time Raghavan reached out his arms from below to pick up the trays. Our hands criss-crossed and my right breast rested squarely in the crook of his left elbow.

An involuntary sigh of pleasure escaped my lips, as his arm pressed my boob and lingered on. Though it was an unplanned action, this fuelled my desired tingling and I could feel myself going moist there. In fact I was expecting my periods within a day or two and as a precaution I had worn a slim pad. In a short time I felt that I may have to check on the sanitary pad.

Raghavan realized it as an after- thought and hurriedly removed his arm. “I’m sorry, Nina. I didn’t mean to,” He apologized. 

The tray fell back with a thud. At that moment Aarti came out of the toilet.

“What happened? Everything okay?” she enquire seeing us close together and clutching at the bottles.

“No problem Aarti,” I replied non-ruffled. “The tray was wet and it slipped. Luckily Mr. Raghavan was there or the bottles would have crashed to the floor.” I winked at Raghavan.

As Aarti left to go down, Raghavan whispered “I am really sorry. I did not mean it.”

“Mean what Boss?” I teased. I wanted to flirt with him a little, as he picked up the tray and I picked up the ice-bucket and started for the door. 

“Uuuh, I mean …,” He fumbled for words. I was sure that he must have been really horny with his wife away for 3 months. These thoughts were really playing on my mind, and by that time we realized that we had reached the group.

Someone had cracked a joke and they were having a good laugh. Even the ladies were behaving like the boys and having a good time. Everyone had their glasses almost empty. The rest of the guys said that they wanted to go for a pee and left with the other two ladies. Aarti went along too.

“Boss, you don’t have to apologize so much. I should have been more careful. But it was a pleasure too.” I was in a mood to tease him, knowing that we could flirt safely, when the guests were not around. I had decided to let my hair down for once.

“You really mean that?” he enquired. “Thanks. And remember, you may please use the upper bathrooms. We have upgraded it to the best we could make.” I was not sure but I got a feeling that he was literally inviting me to go upstairs. This made me very inquisitive. Since Vivek had been with the company for a long time and there have been may visit to each others’ houses and parties, the ice between us broken down a long time ago. 

Between the Raghavan’s and our family we were like age old friends, but the habit to call him “Boss” had not broken down.

Though we were close we had not crossed any limits of married life. However, I was sure that just like us, Raghavan & Komal too had been keeping a check on our statistics. I had seen Komal exchanging looks with Vivek, but had put that as a normal thing to happen between friends. Vivek too had never brought up this topic.

But today was different. The long absence of Komal and abstinence of sex must definitely be getting on Raghavan. Could it be that he was in a horny mood. And was he hitting on me? These thoughts were creating turmoil in me. The beer too was not helping and I let myself swim in these thoughts.

I am tall and slim, and have a 34C bust line, which has made many heads turn during college days. The pride of my boobs is that they are longish, conical, and curved upward, topped with pink areoles and a dark pink longish nipple. During our love making, Vivek spends a lot of time chewing them calling them “his Love papayas”. I love it when he does that during our foreplay. My breasts are very sensitive too, and Vivek plays with them a lot when we lie together with my back to him. My legs are not flabby and I wax them regularly.

Today I had worn a buttoned shirt and a very lacy & flimsy black bra, which pushed my breasts still higher. I was scared that my nipples would show through the T-shirt. Why was this conversation having this effect on me? I did not have time to think as the entire group came boisterously down the lawned path.

I did not realize but I gulped the half glass of beer and shouted “So everyone comfortable? Hope you’ll have pulled the flush?” I joked. Everyone burst out laughing and jokingly blamed one another. 

So here we were back amidst the crowd and the conversation led from one topic to another. Mr. Raghavan announced that he was going to get some more snacks as he had to heat them up. Vivek called out to me “Hey Nina, why don’t you lend a hand to Mr. Raghavan? You know his kitchen,” he added. 

I nodded and said that I also had to use the loo. There were woos & boos as I walked with Raghavan to his house, which as I said earlier at a little distance from the gardens.

“Nina, I will show you the loo and when you finish, you can come down.” He led the way up the stairs to his master bedroom. It was the best site that I saw. Majestically liveried furniture, pink & light blue laced curtains, soft lights and huge glass windows gave the bedroom a very, very sexy look. The view of the lighted city based below the hill added to the eroticism, as it gave one a perfect privacy, yet being able to see the entire city. He opened one of the huge window-cum-doors to the balcony and walked out, with me following in tow. I could see our group in the garden, but I was sure that they could not see me.

“Beautiful view” I complimented Raghavan. “You must be spending a lot of time here?” He just smiled and shook his head.

“I need to use your loo Mr. Raghavan.” I reminded him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I got lost in thoughts. I remembered Komal.” He said. “This is our most special place. No prying eyes and pure nature.” We went inside, – again he leading and me following.

He went to a door inside the bedroom, a little to the left of the bed. It was a frosted glass door and it opened out into a very white and clean bathroom. It had a glass cubicle at one corner, with a set of hand sprays & jet sprays. One side was the bidet and besides it the toilet seat fixed into the wall and above the ground. The entire area was extremely clean & bright. The toilet seat faced the door. Mr. Raghavan moved aside and I brushed against him and entered inside. He let go of the door and walked away . . . or so I thought. 

With the urge to urinate being very strong, I went to the toilet seat turned round and bunched up my skirt. I then hooked my fingers into my panty and slid it down to my ankles and checked out the sanitary pad. Though it was wet, I had not got my periods. I slipped it down as well. I then sat and relieved myself. 

The sound of the falling urine resounded in that confine, making a big splashing sound. I knew it would take time to unload 3 beers stored in my bladder. 

As I thought of the happenings of the evening, I got the familiar tingle between my legs. My pussy was getting moist and I desperately needed a release. If Mr. Raghavan had to make a pass at me, would I go along? Could I cheat on my husband? Would this be a start to an affair? I bunched up my skirt still further up under my shirt holding it with the left hand and my right hand slipped to the well shaven crack between my legs that needed urgent attention. I moved my fingers over the swollen lips of my vagina. I then slipped in my finger which slid in smoothly due to the slippery moisture.

I took my finger a little higher, touching my clitoris. I had closed my eyes to savour every bit of pleasure. My hand holding the skirt was creeping to my boobs. I needed attention; I needed a release. I decided to masturbate myself in this fantastic room behind the closed door. 

I opened my eyes slowly. It was then that I got a shock of my life. Mr. Raghavan was standing just a foot away from me, inside the bathroom with his shorts& underwear bunched near his knees, and his chocolaty brown penis was standing erect. Though it may have been just about 6-7 inches long, it was as thick as his arm. It looked like a baton. It must have been at least 2.5 to 3 inches thick. It was just about a foot away from my mouth, bobbing away to glory. The tip was like a fist but smooth and bulbous to look at. I have seen porno movies but this was way beyond my imagination.

“Mr. Raghavan, what are you doing?” I expressed to him, unable to take my eyes of his cock. 

“Please, what will Komal say?”

“Nina, I am sorry, but you are just very erotic today. I could not control myself. I have controlled myself for the last 3 months. I am really sex starved. Please don’t get angry.”

“Mr. Raghavan, I am married. So are you.” I tried to explain, but little realizing that my shaved pussy was totally exposed to him, while my other hand was on my boob. “What if the guests come to know? It will be a big scandal.”

Inadvertently, and little realizing the fact, I had given a candid consen. Would I make this dream a reality? 

“Nina, they are all having a time of their life along with the ladies” he explained in a way a child tries to get a sweet from his mother. “If you only agree to give me a release. Please Nina, Please.”

“But, Mr. Raghavan …,” I tried to feign my non-consent. Realizing that I too wanted it and was frightened, he came close and held my hand that was fondling the vagina. He placed it on his prick. My hand could not go around it.

He held me by my shoulder and lifted me up. My hand was still holding his monster. He released my other hand of the skirt and took it down. It was only then that the fingers of both hands met around his thick penis.

“Mr. Raghavan, you have a very big penis. It will tear any cunt apart.” I was now afraid that things were going too far. “What if someone comes looking for us?” 

“Don’t worry, I have locked the door” he assured me. I understood his erupting passion, which had been bottled up for these long months of abstinence; coupled with his attraction towards greener pastures of fucking his friends wife and the romantic atmosphere of his room — his bedroom, where he shared moments of passion with his wife. This concoction of lust was too much for either of us.

He pulled me to him and kissed me roughly on my lips. I closed my eyes as I feltl his thick tongue entering my mouth searching for my tongue and I allowed him to savour his treasure. He sucked it in his mouth and played with it. It was a first time experience for me and I enjoyed it. I melted in his arms. What were friends for? A friend in need is a friend indeed! I justified to myself.

My skirt had dropped back covering my knees, but my panties with the sanitary pad dangled at my feet. I felt him release my tongue, bend down and lift me up. I felt very secure in his arms. “Don’t ever mention this to Vivek, please. He will be devastated,” I pleaded with him. He took me near the bed and put me down near the full length mirror.

“This will be our secret,” He assured. My shoulder length hair were sprawled hither thither over my face and I could see me in the mirror with Raghavan close behind me. His hands were circling around me, sliding over my shirt to my boobs. I gasped as his hands squashed them in unison. His baton-like penis, literally drilling into my lower back. 

The erotic sensation was heightened with a mixture of emotions — guilt of cheating on my husband — for the first time, fright of getting caught with a crowd around and mostly thinking about how this monster would be ravaging my tiny pussy, when it had been used to being regularly drilled by a 6 inch long and a normal size prick of Vivek.

Like all married couples, after six years sex had become a routine on a twice or three times a week schedule. Vivek would come home tired every day and sex was restricted to weekends; and that too for a short time. Though we loved each other, we had never given a thought for adultery to add spice to sex.

Here I was being crumpled in the arms of my husbands’ boss, with my husband and his friends just a shout away.

By now he had lifted my shirt and was holding on to my boobs squeezing the plumpy base and twirling the nipple with his fingers. 

“Wow!! Your breasts have been specially sculpted by the creator. Komal has very big ones but nothing like yours’. You have the gift of the finest nipples. I have never seen anything like this. Vivek must be really feasting on them.” He praised.

Vivek’s name brought me down to earth. I turned around and faced him. My bra encased breasts mashed onto his chest. As he turned his attention to my lips, his hand had gone behind me to my bra clasp. In no time I could feel my pushed up breasts, suddenly become free of the cups. My bra was hanging only from my shoulder straps. I looked into his eyes. They were filled with a passion and lust. His hands went up further on my back and he slid the straps towards the sleeve of the blouse. 

I helped him to wriggle the straps down my hand and was free of the bra. As I looked down my shirt front, which was still intact, I could see my stiff nipples pointing to Raghavan. I blushed at my realization that I was braless in front of another man, rather than my husband. My hand was still holding my sexy bra in my hand when I felt his hand slide along mine and take away the bra.

“I am going to keep this as a souvenir,” he said triumphantly, putting them round his shoulders like a tiny shawl.

“No, please Vivek will be suspicious. Also I become very visible, when I don’t wear a bra. Please don’t do this,” I implored.

“What do you mean ‘visible?” Raghavan asked. I blushed not knowing how & what to reply. He put his fingers below my chin and lifted my face up to look into his eyes. He then brought down to my now free breast and held it towards the tip and squeezed the nipple.

“Ouch…” was my reaction, as I pressed myself to him.

“You mean that these kohinoor Diamonds (referring to the Indian Diamond in the Tower of London)” playing with my nipples over the shirt. “I think you need to let them loose. Even if Vivek sees them, tell him you had come from home like this. I am going to keep this as my trophy.”

“What if Komal finds it?” I asked.

“I’ll make her wear it!” he said point blank.

I was scared that somebody may miss us, but then I realized that our absence was just for about 15 minutes — from the toilet to the mirror to me being bared of my brassiere. Until now Raghavan had only got a view of my shaven pussy. His friendship with my boobs was platonic over the shirt. He had also got a feel of them below the shirt, but he had not seen them.

Dressed in my shirt and my skirt, though without any underclothes, Raghavan started to push me towards the nearby bed. I had never ever thought of being bedded by a stranger, and here I was being guided to a massive marital bed of another man; and that too who was my husbands’ boss.

“Mr. Raghavan, please I have never done such a thing before.” I pleaded. He must have surely guessed my half-hearted denial. In response, he kissed me roughly and dry humped me over the skirt as his prick had formed a spear of muscle waiting to invade me. 

I was really scared that we would be caught. They would surely miss us. Also if someone came to go to the toilet, they would not find us in the kitchen.
“Mr. Rahgavan, please . . . someone will come,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to worry” he assured, “we have not been gone long. I had told them that it would take us about half an hour. It’s just 15 minutes.” By now we had reached the edge of the bed and he supported my back as he laid me on the bed, with my legs dangling at the knees. I had spread my legs to accommodate him as he lay me down. 

Reaching the edge of the bed had made me reach my edge. Raghavan’s’ stout prick had pointed itself on my Ground Zero, with only my skirt blocking his target – my love hole.

Till now only my hands had felt his manhood. The time was approaching when the actual assault would start. I was now filled with another scare. Would I be able to accommodate his girth? Would his monster damage my pussy? But I had no time to think on that as his lips crushed mine and pushed his thick tongue in mine. I concentrated on sucking his tongue as he started mouth fucking me with his tongue.

It was a subconscious action on my part to lift my legs on the bed and spread them wide to let Raghavan adjust himself in between them. This action of mine had bunched my skirt between the valley created by my spread thighs. Raghavan used his hand and lifted the d skirt and placed it on my stomach, without removing it. In case anyone did come, I would not have to waste time wearing the skirt. I was already devoid of my panties, which must have been lying around somewhere entangled with Raghavan’s underwear.

Raghavan removed both his hands to my side and slid my loose shirt upwards under my arms. My boobs were now free for feasting with his eyes. He was seeing them in the open for the first time. 

“Oh, my God! You have the best twins, Nina,” he praised, “They are amazing. Much better than I had visualized” As he finished praising them”. He dived and took my right nipple, which was now stiff with all adulations and sucked on it. 

I could feel the roughness of his tongue on my sensitive nipple and I moaned my approval. My hands had gone to his hair and they pressed his mouth further into the breast. My legs had a mind of their own and were twisting and tossing with Raghavan’s baton sliding against my vaginal opening, which was now as oiled as a well greased machine.

As I felt his big smooth velvety prick head touching my pussy gate, I was now scared thinking about his prick tearing my pussy. I reached down and tried to slide my fingers over the monster. I could feel it throbbing in my tiny hands. The heat was immense. I held it at the mouth acknowledging my urgency to be invaded. Though I was in two minds, I wanted to experience this monster in me.

Raghavan now shifted his attention t downward. He slipped his hand and let it slide on my vagina. I pushed my love hole upwards as I felt his finger tracing the thick outer lips. I was now on super heat. I had reached a point of no return. . . and literally I would have cared a hoot if we were caught. My passion had over-ruled all sense of etiquettes & limits.

Raghavan now went on his knees near the bed and I felt hot breath on my lower lips. Vivek was not a cunnilingus lover. I had always wanted to be kissed down there. I had heard a lot about this in our college girl talk.

His lips kissed me down there and I got a sudden shock as I had a fantastic orgasm. His tongue fanned the flames of passion that had erupted down there. I screamed out loudly and realized too late that we could have been heard outside. I bit my lips as his tongue fucked me — in& out, in & out. I was desperately wanting him to go deeper and curved my back pushing myself into his face. I was disappointed as Raghavan disengaged and suddenly got up. I could se his prick which had grown to a larger proportion.. He held it and bent down for the final assault. 

The question now was would it or would it not? I felt the head touching my small opening, as compared to his width, but it could not enter inside even after he pushed it. Though the mouth was slippery with all my juices, it could still not enter inside.

“Mr. Raghavan, it won’t go in. Please be careful. It may tear my pussy.” I implored to him. “Don’t worry, Komal too faced the same problem on our wedding night. But now she does not want anything lesser.” He reminiscence’d his first night with Komal.

He now used his hands to spread my thigh further and coaxed to hold them there. I was like the proverbial open book with my thighs spread out as much as possible. He then used his fingers to spread my pussy lips outward and at the same time pushed his penis head into me. I got a searing pain.

“Please, please Mr. Raghavan. It’s paining” I cried out. “Please stop.”

“Just bear a little sweetheart. Remember your wedding night. Think that you are again losing your virginity to a new cock.”

By now he had managed to push his bulbous penis head into me. I almost chocked as he doggied into me by short, fast jabs rather than just pushing. I tried to feel it with my hands but he held both of them and pinned them to my sides. 

“Oooouccchhh….” the pain was increasing. “Raghu Please put it in slowly. It’s paining. You are too big for me.. ooooohhhh my God. My vagina will tear apart Raghu. Pleeeeeaasssse.”

I tossed my head in pain as he slowly sunk his monopod into me. I was literally being spread wide by his cock and then with a sudden jab, he was wholly into me. I released my hands and embraced him and held him tight. I did want him to move. The pain was excruciating. 

“Maama, it’s paining. Please stop Raghu.” He understood this and just lay calmly in my arms connected to me with his penis.

I felt like a huge tree bark had been stuffed into me. I was suffocating with his huge size. He had over filled my cunt like never before. After lying like this for some time, he started to move out. I felt like a cycle pump being pulled out to pressurize air to fill a tube. He pulled out slowly a little and sunk back again. He did this for about 3-4 times and then he almost pulled out to sink back again. I was lifted off the bed as he pummeled into me. I held his arms as he entered and exited me. 

As I held him by his arms, I slowly lifted my head to see the action. I could his rod foraging into me poor pussy. As he pulled out, I could make out my pussy lips being sucked out along with the penis as it was tight fit. My pussy lips looked like a flower in bud form enveloped around his thick prick. His prick ws coated with our juices and was shining like a sharp sword in the dim bedroom light. I relaxed as a wave of pleasure swept through me.

I must have come a zillion times as his every jab was sending a million volt shock into me. Every stroke into me brought out a moan of satisfaction. I felt him increasing his pace of pumping and then suddenly he pushed into me and I felt his jism being ejaculated into my womb.

For a second I was scared that I may get pregnant; then remembered that I was about to get my periods within a day, so there was no danger of being impregnated. I started to push hump him, as he pushed his semi limp prick into me. He was still ejaculating and pumping into me and I thought that he would not stop.

It was his 3 months of pent up feelings that had got him to be so aggressive. He then slid out of me making a ploppy & slurpy sound. My now violated love hoe felt totally expanded. I reached down to feel his slimy member, which was coated with our joint juices.

“Thank you Nina. I really needed this.” He said. “I hope I did not do this against your wishes.

“No, I must thank you Raghu,” realizing that I had called him Raghu and not Mr. Raghavan or Boss. “This was indeed my second “Suhaag Raat” (First wedding night). Komal is indeed very lucky to be gifted with this monster.”

“Nina, you are also most welcome to share it anytime you wish.” Raghavan said.

I blushed not knowing whether to accept or reject his invitation. But what he said next, made my mind whirl. 

“I am sure Vivek too would like to taste the forbidden fruit. Komal too would want to be part of this enjoyment.” He said. “In fact she was having these fantasies of being raped by another man, and that too in my presence. These fantasies used to spice up our sex life, till we decided to have a baby.”

I felt his sperm rushing out of my widened cunt and slipping on the bed sheet. It had created a sticky puddle. I was very sore between my legs. I could still not believe that I had been screwed by my husband’s boss and that too with a huge prick such as his.

I was covered with sweat and my shirt had become slightly wet. I tried to sit up, but I still had a feeling of his huge pole in me. I touched myself down there to see that my hole was in order. Raghu came back with a towel and started to wipe me clean. He then lifted me slowly and made me stand up. 

My skirt fell back covering my legs and the recently invaded pussy. My shirt was still bunched up and remained so as my boobs did not allow it to fall back in place. My tits were rock hard topped with my dark long nipples. Raghavan told me not to take it down. I was surprised as to what he wanted to do. He held me by my hand and started to lead me towards the dark terrace with my bust open to the nature.

“Raghu, what are you doing?” I said with surprise. He shushed me into silence as we walked towards the edge of the terrace. I could see that the entire group was having great fun down there and sighed that no one must have come up to find us. I felt Raghu sliding up behind me and holding my boobies with both his hands from behind, twisting the nipples between his fingers.

This fingering got me to have another orgasm and I felt my juices flowing down my thigh mixed with Raghu’s sperms. The cold air caressing my breasts; being fondled by a male other than my husband and that too with my husband being close by and now with both us making love where we could see the guests and yet being secretive about it, was pushing me over the border of orgasms.

I was surprised to feel a familiar poke from the rear and knew that Raghu was having another hard-on. I was surprised as Vivek never could get it up after one bout.

“I was telling you about me and Komal! Yes, we have screwed here many times, even when had you and Vivek for a party down there many times”. He confessed.”And to tell you the truth, I have always fantasized fucking you, when I was in Komal. And by the way, she knew it, as we always shared each others’ fantasies.”

I was shocked. So he had planned to fuck me, and was telling me now. This gave me another urge. I let him play with my boobs stuck to my back. I lowered my hands to his stiffening penis and held him and started giving him a shake. With the other hand, I lifted my skirt at the back and guided his prick to my opening. He got the message. He left my boobs and pressed my back signaling me to bend. I did so and held on to the railings. If any of the guests or Vivek had turned up, they may have seen us fused together.

Now that my hole was dilated, he stuffed his enlargement into me from the back. It slid in, though a little tight. I stood like that for some time. He then started to fuck me like a maniac as I moaned my pleasure at being violated in this manner. I was enjoying every minute of it. I felt the familiar urge and felt Raghu holding me tighter as we both came together. I straightened and turned to kiss Raghu.

He had not slipped out and he turned me and walked me back to the room pushing erotically with his prick. He took me to the mirror and as I held my hands forward, pushed into me. I was surprised at his stamina to be erect, but now was not the time to go into the details. I could see my boobs shaking like jelly after every thrust and could now see the marks left by Raghu on them.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled out with a plop sound and said that he should go down and heat the food in the microwave. This would justify the time lapse. 

He bent down, lifted his shorts and separated my lacy panty. He then kept both my bra & panty in his hands and smelt them….. He then went to his cupboard and kept them inside. “These are my souvenirs.”

He then came near me, held me in his arms and said “Thank you.”

I shocked myself when I said “We must do this more often.”

He turned and smiled. “You bet; I would love to. Komal still has a month to go before she returns. I will plan out something.”

I pleaded with him to give me my panty as I could have my period any time. He went to the cupboard and returned with a new panty belonging to Komal and told me to wear it since both these panties shared his prick. I felt it very erotic to wear his wife’s panty in his presence. He then told me to take my time to freshen up as my hair was all disheveled.

He left to go down. I went to the bathroom and removed my shirt and skirt. I was now stark naked in Raghu’s bathroom. I used the hand shower to point the jet of cold water on my over heated cunt. I washed with the liquid soap and lathered my cunt and washed it clean.

After wearing my shirt over my open breasts and wearing Komal’s panty to hold my sanitary pad, I straightened my hair and went towards the door to go down. Just then I heard voices.

“Mr. Raghu, you are still in the kitchen? Where is Nina?” It was Kusum, Vivek’s colleagues wife who had come to use the toilet.She too had nice assets. Today she was wearing a pink saree which highlighted her figure.

“Oh, she has gone to the toilet to freshen up. The top one, I think. You may use the one here.” I sighed with relief that she had not come a little earlier. We could have been caught in action.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “No problem. I will wait for her.”

“Just give it a few minutes more. Nina has warmed up everything and food is ready to be served.” Raghu explained.

I waited for a few minutes more behind the closed door and then walked down. Kusum was waiting at the end of the steps, having finished her toilet duty. 

“Hey there, needed any help?” she asked. “The boys are having a whale of a time down there. It looks like they will not get up for at least another hour or so.”

Raghu looked at me mischievously and winked from behind Kusum. I mimicked a “no” by pursing my lips, hoping that Kusum would not see.

“So Kusum, are you enjoying yourself?” Raghavan asked.

“Thank you for inviting us Mr. Raghavan. I am enjoying much, after so many years. The last I remember, it may have been in college.” She winked at me.

“Could you do me a favour, Kusum?” Raghavan asked. “Could you ask the boys to hang on for a little while. I have to set the table and Nina has promised to help me. The spirits & sodas are stocked down in the ice buckets. You may have to take a snacks tray down. Will you please?” 

Kusum was delighted to be of service. She assured that she would keep the boys down till we called. I was apprehensive what he had in mind as a sly smile played on his lips.

As soon as Kusum left, he went to the door to see that she had actually left. He hurried back as I retreated to the kitchen. He came from the back and took me in his embrace cupping both my boobs and pulling me into him. I was shocked that even after such a long bout of sex, just a few minutes back, his prick was like a sharpened spear, poking into my buttocks.

“Raghu, what are you up to? Anyone may come,” I implored to him to stop. But he was in no mood to stop. He dry humped me over my skirt. He turned me and kissed me full on the lips. I opened my mouth to let his prying tongue enter my mouth. He pulled my tongue into his and held it between his lips and started to suck it in and out. 

It felt like I was the male counterpart, fucking Raghu with my tongue. I carried to do so with gusto.

I reached down to hold his penis from outside. Meanwhile, he put his hands behind my buttocks and lifted me onto the dinner table – the very table where we were to have our dinner. He laid my buttocks on the edge and his hand went under the skirt to pull down my panty, with the sanitary pad. This was the second time this evening that my panty was brought down like a flag of a surrendering country, before it is invaded. The cold air on my cunt came as a shock.

I was scared that someone may come but it was too late. Raghu spread my thighs and pulled out his monster from above his loose shorts and headed straight for my pussy. Before I knew it he had managed to get the head of his prick in me. 

I opened my mouth to express my pleasurable discomfort at this intrusion and there we were, – fused to one another with my husband and a whole group of friends just a few yards away.

What he did next was just an earlier fantasy come true. When he was sure of being fully embedded in me, he put my legs behind him and asked me to pull him into me. He then lifted me off the table and carried me to the kitchen. There he put his hands for support on the kitchen platform at a slight angle and then started to fuck me with me hanging onto him with my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his waist and fucked in the cunt. 

This was a very novel thing for me and I pressed my tits into his chest. I felt him swinging and his prick going into me and then sliding out. This time it was me who came very hard and very soon. I pressed his prick between my cunt lips and he moaned his approval. We must have swung into each other for about 10 minutes when we heard someone coming up to the house.

We disengaged hurriedly against our wishes as I felt my juices slide down my thighs. Raghavan slide his prick into his shorts as I pulled up my panty up. I turned and immediately opened the fridge door to pick up a bottle of water. Just a few seconds later Vivek walked in to see us at either ends of the kitchen.

“All set, Boss?” he enquired. “Any help, Nina?” 

“Are the guys enjoying themselves down there?” Raghavan asked.

“Yes Boss; I think they needed this break. We were missing you.” 

“Vivek, I think we can call the guys to have their meal.” Raghavan changed the topic. “Come on help us set the dishes.”

He passed on the set of plates and dishes to Vivek and they went to the dining room. I heard Vivek say that he will put the table cloth properly before setting the dishes. I froze as we had forgotten to straighten the table cloth after our mating on it. 

They then got to setting the table as they exchanged small talk. The dinner was set and we called out to all the boys and their wives. The dinner was great and after about an hour, we started to leave.

Vivek and me were the last to leave as we helped Raghavan to wash and keep the utensils back.

“Vivek, you know about our work tender opening in Kota, Rajasthan?” Raghavan asked.

“Yes boss” Vivek replied. “In fact I was to talk to you about tomorrow. What do you suggest?” Vivek replied.

“You know how important it is that we get this tender. Do you think you will be able to handle it? I didn’t want to say it, but if you had to be there with the Team, I am sure that we shall be awarded the tender”.

“That would be great.” Vivek was enthusiastic. “I will leave with the Team tomorrow itself. It’s just a question of a week. I am sure Nina won’t mind.”

I guessed what Raghavan had in mind and was amazed at the way he worked out what he wanted, while keeping everyone happy. I made a face of dejection towards Vivek and asked “What am I to do here alone?”

“Come on Nina. It’s just a question of 5-6 days.” Vivek tried to sweet-talk me.

“Well! If you don’t mind, Vivek. I could always join her for a dinner or two?” Raghavan interjected.

“But……” I was shocked to hear this and was scared that Vivek would suspect something between us. But before I could say something Vivek said –

“That would be great. I will have no tension of Nina being safe all alone. In fact since Komal Bhabi (sister-in-law) is not here, why don’t you have your meals at our place? Either ways Nina always cooked for two,” Vivek justified.
“We could take a call on that. Whether it’s at your place or she can always have meals at my place,” Raghavan volunteered.

“Then it is settled. I can now leave with a peaceful mind and concentrate on the tender.” Vivek exclaimed.

Talking about ‘tender’, my pussy hole was ravaged so much that I was feeling very tender between my thighs. Our over-the counter bout a few minutes ago and the sudden separation had left me yearning for more ramming. This talk of Vivek leaving town and me being alone with Raghavan gave me a kick. I knew that the next few days being alone in this house or at my place would be rounds of sound fucking.

After dinner, Vivek & me left, but not before Raghavan slyly gave me a squeeze on my buttock with Vivek just by my side.

When we reached home, I headed for the bathroom to clean any trace of Raghavan on and in me. My thigh had become a battlefield of liquids and I needed a wash. 

I removed all clothes and removing Komal’s panty, I pointed the jet of cold shower towards my ravaged pussy. The cold jet of water gave me goose pimple. I could feel my vagina lips trying to contract t their normal size. It gave me a huge relief. I then had a warm shower and came out with a towel wrapped round my breasts having made sure that no marks of Raghavan’s tryst with my boobs was seen. 

After both of us changed into out night suits I helped him to pack for his flight the next day. He would be going directly to the airport with the Team from his office.

We held each other and slept, as both of were tired — me from by bout and Vivek after guzzling a heap of spirits.

My dream that night was filled with fantasies which would be a reality till Vivek returned. The whole week was a week of adventurous sex.

Raghavan must have fucked me in every nook and corner of his house. He made me suck him and he sucked me. Together we must have orgasmed a zillion times. On the days of my periods, he used extra large size fruit flavoured condoms which he made me roll onto his monster. On all other days it was unprotected sex with me being on the pill. We did not want any untoward pregnancy to spoil our new born relationship.

In those seven days, we fucked, slept, ate and bathed together. We even ate our dinner on the first two days at my place nude below the waist with just our tops and Raghavan embedded in me like we were nailed together. The first two nights Raghavan slept in our bedroom and the next few days we romped at his house. After this bout Raghavan promoted Vivek with enhanced salary and with duties that required him to travel out station for days on end.

I am now totally satisfied in my sex necessity. As was expected Vivek also came to know about this relationship, but as usual Raghavan planned involved him to be caught in Komal’s charm which satisfied all of us. We have had many bouts individually as couples and together as a foursome and these are the most favoured events on our week end itinerary.

I am sure though this has been a long experience to read, you must have visualised yourself in one of the characters position. Sex is a necessary and should be carried out consenting partners, while maintaining the social norms. We must learn to love our body and get to know it; what better way then to learn from new teachers’?

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