Husband (Rahul) ne apni biwi(Pooja) ko share kiya Part 1

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Feeling naughty and bold, she said, “Yes…I wear those style of panties now Jason…for my husband.” She turned sideways moving her legs onto the couch with her back resting on the arm rest. Then she put her feet on her husband’s lap, pushing gently her feet into his crotch. Rahul was rock hard. He also turned to face his wife.
“Good girl…that is nice.” Jason said huskily. “So what are you wearing right now?” He asked.
“Jason!” She exclaimed. “You shouldn’t be asking me that.”
“Just want to visualize how you are looking babe…come on don’t go shy on me now, you have changed, matured, you are so much more self-confident…so beautiful and sexy, I cannot even tell you how much I regret letting you go.” Jason slyly was trying to stoke her ego. “Are you dressed like you used to when you stayed over in my dorm room?”
She was enjoying hearing the desire in Jason’s voice and liked the lusty look in her husband’s eyes. “I’m wearing a top and pajamas.”
“Nice…and I know you are not wearing a bra at home…since your small, firm breast really do not need any support, I always loved your breasts, loved sucking on your hard, sensitive, small pink nipples.”
“Stop Jason…don’t say all these things.” Her voice was tinged with excitement and she rubbed her husband’s hard cock with her toes. Rahul was very turned on now hearing Jason say such intimate things to his wife.
But Jason completely ignored what she said, he knew her well enough. “You loved getting your nipples sucked babe I bet you still do…what kind of panties are you wearing, tell me the color too.”
“I should not…we are really crossing some limits now.” She said gently biting her lower lip. Rahul mouthed to her that she should tell him. Pooja shook her head, saying no. But Rahul insisted.
“Come on babe tell me…I know you want to be naughty.” Jason pressed her.
“Black thong.” She said softly with her heart beating erratically.
Jason knew now that he had her. “Damn girl…I wish I was there with you…that tight, round ass must be a hot sight in thong…are you wet Pooja?…I am so hard that it hurts…would love to have your pretty lips wrapped around my cock right now.” He said lustily. “You know you were the best…the best at taking care of my cock…you really loved going down on me…your husband must love it too, he must know you are the best.”
Rahul mouthed to her, “Ask him what does he mean by you are the best? Best what?” He was very turned on and he pulled his cock out, slowly jacking it.
Seeing the aroused state of her husband was having an affect on Pooja too and feeling naughty she asked bashfully, “What do you mean I am the best? best what?”
“Oh you naughty girl…you want me talk dirty to you don’t you? your husband has really done a good job turning you into a naughty girl…and now he is not home you are talking to your ex behind his back, wanting to hear dirty words…you know I really like talking dirty to bad girls like you…but first take off your pajamas, then we will talk.” Jason’s tone had changed now, he sounded very dominant.
Before Pooja could even react or say anything, Rahul leaned over her pulling the drawstring of her pajamas and then pulled off the pajamas.
“Have you taken it off Pooja.” Jason asked impatiently.
“Yes.” She said.
“Good girl…so as I was saying…a lot of girls have sucked my cock but I have to say you are the best cocksucker amongst them.” Pooja felt the heat rising to her face hearing the crude word. “You really used to go to town with my cock and my balls…licking, sucking…getting your pretty face fucked by my cock…it was always obvious you really enjoyed going down on my cock, getting your mouth stuffed with my hard, thick man meat.” Jason said smugly. “I have trained you well how to suck a cock…how to service a man meat with your pretty mouth, I bet your husband really enjoys your cock sucking skills, he should thank me.”
“Jason don’t…you are embarrassing me.” She whined.
“Do you still keep your pussy shaved Pooja?” He asked. Jason did not care about her embarrassment.
“I do.” She said shyly.
“I still remember the first time I saw you naked…you had so little pussy hair, have you always kept it shaved ever since the first time a made you?”
“Good girl.” He said patronizingly again. “That is how I like my pussy…bald…are you wet?…I bet you are sopping wet, the crotch of your panties sticking to your pussy.” He said as if he was reminiscing. “Take a picture of yourself…send it to me…I want to see your hot body.” Suddenly Jason demanded.
His demand really freaked out Pooja. “No Jason I cannot do that…I do not want you to have a picture of me like this.”
By the tone of her voice, Jason knew she will not send the picture. So he tried a different tack, “Come on I am desperate here babe…I am so hard that it hurts…don’t show your face just your hot ass body…something I can jack off to.”
Rahul stood up with his hard cock wobbling and mouthed to his wife to do it. “Okay but I have never done this before…hold on let me take a picture with my phone and then I will call you back.” She said shyly.
“Okay…don’t take too long…your husband is not coming anytime soon is he?”
“No…maybe in 30 minutes.” She smiled naughtily at her husband and hung up as she stood up.
Rahul pulled her into her arms and kissed her hard. “Happy now…maine apne ex ke saath flirt kar rahi hoon…yehi chahta hai mera baby.” She said huskily and grabbed his cock, slowly jacking him. She got on her toes and kissed her lovingly.
“Tumhare yaar ke liye picture lete hain…nahin toh woh bechain ho jaayega.”
“Kaise loon…bina apni face dikhaye?” She was feeling nervous about sending a picture of herself.
“Mirror ke samne khade ho ke lelo…dhyan se lenge ki tumhari face clearly na dikhe.” Rahul was very enthusiastic about taking a picture of his wife and sending it to her ex lover. “Apni top utar ke picture lo…sirf apni sexy undies mein.”
“Jaanu…baby…meri jaan!…sirf panties mein?” She groaned. Her pussy got even more wet at the thought of Jason seeing her only in panties.
After a few attempts with Rahul’s help Pooja was able to take a couple of pictures of herself without clearly showing her face.
As she was getting ready to text the pictures, her phone rang. Smiling at her husband as she put the phone on the speaker.
“Jason I am just about to send you a pic.” She said demurely and she pressed the send button.
“I cannot wait to see your sexy pics babe…always wanted to see you in a sexy thong.” Jason said.
Rahul hugged his wife from behind and his kissed her neck. He whispered huskily into her ear. “Tu ne apne yaar ka lund khada kar diya hai meri jaan.” He put his hands on her bare tits and squeezed.
“Damn baby…you look hot, nice you took the top off…very naughty, wanted to show me your tits, always loved your small firm tits…what an ass, thong looks just perfect your pert round ass babe.” It was obvious Jason was very impressed with her pics. “I meant to ask you at club too…what are these red and white bangles you are wearing? Does it signify anything?”
“Newlywed woman in India who are Hindu…where these bangles.” She said feeling ashamed.
“Cool…so basically seeing the bangles a person will know you are newlywed…you know I also like how the faded henna tattoos on your hands look.” Jason was completely mesmerized by her sexy pics. “You know how naughty this is…you are a newlywed, only married a month and you are sending such sexy hot pics to your ex boyfriend.”
“I know I am being very bad.”
“Hai meri jaan…aise hee bad ban jaya kar mere liye baby…pooch apne yaar se uska lund aur zyada hard ho gaya pics dekh ke? Kya hua jab usne pic dekhi?”
Pooja looked back at her husband with eyes wide open with shock. She shook her, “Nahi Rahul.” She whispered.
“Pooch na apne yaar se…ek baari sirf.” Saying that Rahul moved the gusset of her panties aside and touched her wet pussy.
“So Jason..” She hesitated a little and then continued, “So…how did it feel…like when you saw my pic…did it do something for you?” She asked coyly, gently biting her lower lip. She liked how Rahul was touching her pussy.
“You dirty, dirty girl…you sure have changed.” He right away understood what she was asking. “First tell me is you pussy sopping wet? You want to get fucked bad don’t you? You want a hard cock stuffed in your newly married pussy? My cock.” He growled. “Tell me slut.”
She was shocked hearing Jason call her a slut but her pussy tingled.
“Bata apne yaar ko…teri choot kaisi gili hai…raand bana ke chodna chahta hai tujhe tera yaar.” Rahul shoved two fingers into her hungry pussy.
She gasped, hearing her gasp, Jason said, “Ah…you playing with your pussy Pooja…damn my cock is leaking precum here…I wish I was there with you right now, you would have just licked up my precum like you used to do…I would have fucked you on your marital bed…cuckolded your husband…left you on your bed with your married pussy filled with cum.” He said aggressively.
It was just too much for Pooja. “My husband is here I have to go.” Before Jason or Rahul could react she hung up the phone.
“Aah…meri jaan…bed pe chalte hain…I need you baby.” She moaned.
They had intense sex, like animals in rut and then fell asleep.
Next morning by the time Rahul woke up, Pooja had left for work. As soon as he reached office, he called his wife. “How are you?”
“Main theek hoon…you okay?” The tone of her voice was flat and Rahul knew she was not in a good mood.
“Too much ho gaya kal?” He asked sheepishly.
“Haan bahut zyada…we should not have done it.” She responded. “Abhi 5 minutes pehle Jason ka call aaya tha…maine phone nahi uthaya.”
“Theek hai…that is fine.” He wanted to show her support.
“Baad me usko phone kar ke bol doongi ki…whatever happened was a mistake and not to call me again.” She said firmly. It was evident that she was truly regretting what had happened with her ex.
Later Pooja refused to talk with Rahul about his depraved desire. Even during sex, she shut him whenever he tried to talk dirty. Seeing her being distant somewhat cooled Rahul’s depraved sexual thoughts.
Weekend came around and Saturday morning she made Rahul go with her to the temple. Later in the afternoon despite Rahul’s best effort to dissuade her. Pooja went with Neelu and bought a more conservative salwar kameez to wear for the New Year’s party which was two weeks away.
“Pooja hua kya hai…you still mad at me?” Rahul asked as they were driving back from her parent’s place Sunday evening.
“Main tum pe naraz nahi hoon Rahul…it is just wrong what we did…I am your wife…tumhari biwi ko aur kisi aadmi ke saath flirt nahi karna chahiye…aur kisi ko mujhe touch nahi karna chahiye.” She said lovingly. “I feel like I am cheating on you.”
“But you are not cheating on me…maine bas chahta hoon ki tum thodi si flirty bano, bahut sexy lagta hai mujhe.” He said.
“Woh toh mujhe samajh aa gaya but it became just too much…limit cross kar gayee main Jason ke saath…phir club mein jab woh dono ko maine touch karne diya.”
“Jaanu flirting mein thoda yeh sab to hota hai.”
“Rahul…mujhe please thoda time chahiye…I am not comfortable with it.” She lovingly smiled at her husband.
“Okay…I don’t to push you into doing anything.” Rahul said understandingly.
Their life returned to normal and Rahul stopped mentioning anything about his taboo desires. Jason called her a few times and even left messages but she did not pick up any of his calls. He did sound very frustrated in the messages he left on the voice mail.
The evening of the party, Pooja dressed up in the salwar kameez she had bought with Neelu.
“Kaisi lag rahi hoon Rahul?” She asked him happily.
“You look good…this is nice.” He said with a bit of disappointment which Pooja immediately noticed.
“Sach sach batao Rahul…kaisi lag rahi hoon.” She demanded.
“Sahi mein…it is nice, makes you look very elegant and beautiful.” He said with smile but lacking enthusiasm.
“Par tumhe itni zyada pasand nahi hai…tum chahte ho ki main woh peach salwar kameez pehnu?” She questioned.
“Pooja tumhari marzi hai…tum ko jo acha lagta hai…tum jis mein comfortable feel karti ho, woh pehno meri jaan.” He said hesitation.
“Par tumhari preference kya hai?” She pressed him.
“Woh peach wali…badi sexy lagegi meri jaan usme…please.” He begged.
She rolled her eyes and said with exasperation “Okay fine…woh suit pehan loongi lekin that is it…ye expect nahi karna ki mein kisi ke saath flirt karoon.”
“Okay…nahi karna.” He said happily.
“Ek aur baat wahan pe hamari koi jaan pehchan wala hua toh…we are coming right back.” She said firmly.
“Hum Rashmi aur Sanjay ke friend circle mein kisi ko bhi nahi jante Pooja…I am sure koi bhi jaan pehchan wala nahi milega.” Rahul was sure of it.
Pooja changed into the tight, revealing peach salwar kameez. When she looked in the mirror, she liked what how she looked. Very sexy and alluring. The only thing she felt uncomfortable about was going out without wearing a bra. But it also excited her.
“Ab kaisi lag rahi hoon?” She asked playfully.
Rahul eyes opened wide in amazement. He had forgotten how hot she had really looked wearing the salwar kameez in the store.
“Tum kuch bologe bhi ya nahi?” She was grinning.
“Bahut sexy lag rahi hai meri jaan…very hot.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. The kameez was sticking to her like a second skin and when he looked closely he could actually see her skin. The fabric was pretty thin except for the bust area which had embroidery and padding. The side slits on the kameez went high up to her hips showing the curve of her round ass. The deep scoop neck showing off her upper chest, the swell of her breasts. The low back of the kameez showing off her smooth, creamy back.
“Very nice baby…bandon ki nazar nahin hategi tumhare upar se.” He was feeling very proud that she was his wife.
“Wohi laga tha mujhe…tumhe acha lagega…ab tumhara kaam hai ki party mein mere saath rehna aur tharki bandon ko mujhse door rakhna.” She sounded excited that Rahul was so impressed.
On their way over to the party, Rahul’s kept his hand on his wife. Feeling her up, rubbing her legs. Pooja enjoyed the attention.
Reaching the house of Rashmi and Sanjay they were impressed. It was a very nice looking and big house. Quite a few cars were parked in the long circular driveway and on the street.
When they rang the bell, Rashmi opened the door. Very warmly she hugged both of them.
“Pooja bahut sexy salwar kameez hai…bahut achi lag rahi ho.” Rashmi said running her eyes over the young woman’s hot body.
“Thank you Rashmi di…aap bhi bahut achi lag rahi ho…very sexy.” Both of them giggled. Rashmi was wearing a ghagra choli. The ghagra sat low on her hips and the choli is pretty small and backless. Just two strings tied at the back of her choli. Her whole midriff and her back was on display. For a woman in her forties, she was in good shape and very good looking.
The big difference between Rashmi and Pooja was that Rashmi has dusky complexion. But Pooja is fair skinned almost like a white woman.
“Bade late aaye tum dono…10:30 ho rahe hain.” Rashmi said as she led them inside. “Mujhe toh lag raha thi ki tum dono aane nahi wale…chalo mujhe apna bag de do, main tumhare bedroom mein rakh doongi”
“Bas aise hee der ho gayee didi…Pooja tayar hone mein bahut der lagati hai.” Rahul said playfully.
“Accha maine der laga di…tum jo budhe logon jaise dhire gaadi chalate ho uska kya?” Pooja punched his arm.
There were quite a few people in the house. The crowd was a mix of people. There were white people, black people and people of Indian origin.
Sanjay was standing surrounded by a few people but as soon as he saw them, he came up to them. He shook Rahul’s hand and hugged Pooja intimately. Running his hands all over her bare back upto the upper swell of her ass.
“Bahut sexy lag rahi ho…nice salwar kameez.” He whispered into her ear. Pooja felt very uncomfortable the way he felt her up. But it also excited her seeing the look of desire in his eyes.
After the hug, Sanjay stood with Pooja with his arm casually around her waist as he talked to Rahul. “Koi pareshani toh nahin hui na drive mein?…bahut log sharab pi ke gaadi chalate hain new year eve par…kaafi lamba raha tum dono ke liye drive, par mein bahut khush hoon tum dono aaye.” Sanjay was obviously very pleased. “Rashmi ne bata diya tha na tum dono raat ko yahan hi ruk rahe ho?”
“Nahi koi pareshani nahi hui…drive was okay.” He felt a flutter of excitement seeing Sanjay’s arm around his wife’s slender waist. “Haan raat ko yahin rahenge.”
“Very nice…enjoy karo pura…raat ko yahin ruk rahe ho toh sharab aram se piyo, bar open hai.” Sanjay smiled and gestured towards the bar. At the same time he moved his hand over Pooja’s bareback.
“Ya…Ya…we will have fun.” Rahul enthusiastically responded.
Rashmi then left to put their bag in the bedroom and to attend to other guests. Sanjay led them towards the bar where there was a line of people waiting.
“Tum dono ko kya pina…mujhe batao mein lata hoon.”
“Scotch on the rocks chalega mere liye.” Rahul said.
“Jiju mere liye koi cocktail le aana.” Pooja hesitatingly.
“Theek hai…leke aaya, meri yahi wait karo.” Sanjay left them.
As soon as he walked away, Pooja asked, “Rahul did you see?…kaise woh meri peeth pe haath pher raha tha…so creepy…jab tumne mujhe bataya ki cruise pe woh mere pe nazar pher raha tha, mujhe laga ki tum mazak kar rahe thay.” She was feeling very apprehensive. “Mujhe kabhi laga hi nahi tha ki woh itna cheap sa aadmi hoga…itni umar wala hai.”
“Haan dekha maine.” He said huskily. Hearing the tone of her husband’s voice she knew right away that it excited.
“Jaanu!…phir se.” She said in dismay.
“New year eve hai…let’s have some fun…kitne din ho gaye hain aisi masti nahi ki hai.” Rahul suggested. He was unsure if his wife would even agree.
“Rahul…mujhe badi ghabrahat si ho rahi hai…yahan pe nahin.” She paused. “Next week clubbing chalte hain…I will be naughty for you over there.”
“Come on Jaanu…thoda sa fun karte hain…tumhare jiju ko thoda sa maza lene do…please baby.” He pleaded.
“Rahul!…Rashmi di kya sochegi mere baare mein.”
“Unhone bhi dekha tha unka husband kaise tharki tarah se tum pe haath pher raha thay…lekin woh kuch bhi nahin boli…smile kar rahi thi.” Rahul paused. “Mujhe lagta hai woh badi open minded si hai, she does not mind agar unka husband yahan wahan munh marta hai…shayad Sanjay ko bhi koi farak nahi padta agar Rashmi di kuch karti hain toh…tumne dekha hai ki kaisi sexy si ghagra choli pahni hai.” Rahul winked.
“Okay…I will be a little naughty…happy?” She caved in. She was afraid to admit but she had kind of missed the naughty talk and this naughtiness.
“Yes…just enjoy the attention…koi dance karne ke liye invite karta hai to dance karna…just party jaanu!” He said with excitement.
Sanjay came back with the drinks and handed to both of them. “Tum log kisi ko yahan jante toh ho nahi…toh main tumhare saath hi hang out karoonga…mere doston se introduce karoonga…tum dono ko bore nahi hone doonga…tum mere special guests ho, itni door se aaye ho.” Sanjay smiled.
“Toh Pooja…ab do mahine ho gaye shaadi hue?” Sanjay asked.
“Haan jiju.” She said staring at her husband.
“Choora bada acha lag raha tumhari gori kalaiyon pe…tumhari mehndi fade ho rahi hai lekin phir bhi puri nayee naveli dulhan wali look hai.” Sanjay said. “Hai ki nahi Rahul?”
“Haanji bilkul…Pooja abhi bhi meri nai navelli dulhan hi hai.” Rahul agreed.”Bade khush naseeb ho yaar…badi khubsoorat aur sexy biwi hai tumhari.” Sanjay boldly said. Both Rahul and Pooja were surprised by Sanjay’s boldness. Typically a person from India would make such brazen statement about another man’s wife.
Rahul just nodded and smiled politely not knowing how to respond.
“Okay…chalo let’s mingle…maine tumhe apne friends se introduce karata hoon…dance floor bhi open hai…we will dance.” He pointed towards the temporary dance floor that had been set up. A DJ was playing music.
Sanjay took them around introducing the couple to quite a few people at the party. Both of them made polite conversations, small talk with the people they introduced to. Finally he led them to three men who were standing in a corner talking amongst themselves.
“And these are my good friends also my business partners.” Sanjay said pleasantly. “This is Ashfaq, Karim, aur Surinder..and this beautiful, newly married couple is Pooja and Rahul.” Sanjay introduced all of them. Then he left the couple with the three men saying he will be right back.
The three men also looked to be middle-aged, either late forties or early fifties.
“Nice meeting you two.” Karim said. “Tum dono ka nikah kab hua?”
“Abhi do mahine hue hain.” Rahul told him. He could see the three of them only had eyes for Pooja.
“Pooja kaise mulakat hui Sanjay se tumhari?” Ashfaq asked Pooja completely ignoring Rahul.
“Woh hum log apne honeymoon ke liye cruise pe gaye thay…wahan pe.” Pooja responded.
“Kaisa raha honeymoon…bahut enjoy kiya hoga Pooja tumne toh.” Surinder said lecherously.
“Yeh jo tumne choora pehna hai…bahut acha lag raha hai tumhari kalaiyon pe.” Karim said lecherously. “Nai naveli dulhan ki kashish hi kuch aur hoti hai”
They made small talk with the three older men liberally using sexual innuendos while ogling her. Talking with them they found out that Karim and Ashfaq are from Pakistan. But Surinder is from India.
Curious that the three men had come alone, Puja asked, “Aap log akele aaye hai party mein?…wives nahin aayee?”
“Meri biwi ki thodi tabiyat theek nahi thi, isliye nahi ayee.” Surinder answered.
“Pooja hamari begum aisi party mein kabhi nahi ayengi…sab sharab pi rahe hain,aurtein bhi sharab pi rahi hai, aurton ke libas dekho…kitna jism dikha rahi hain, aisi party mein hamari begum comfortable nahi feel karti…mujhe bhi aisa theek nahi hai lagta ki aurtein aise paraye mardon ke saath ghule mile, sharab piye, jism dikhayen.” Karim responded.
“Bilkul sahi bola tumne Karim…isliye meri begum bhi nahi ayee.” Ashfaq immediately agreed.
Surinder suddenly interjected, “Tum dono phir chaloo ho gaye…phir se apni morality ki bakwas kar raho ho…khud sharab bhi pi rahe ho? aur aurton pe nazar bhi pher rahe ho?”
“Bakwas thodi hai sahi baat hai…hum dono ko pasand nahi yeh sab. Lekin aur mardon ko apni biwiyon ko dekhane ka shauk hai to hum dekhenge hi.” Ashfaq said with a chuckle
Before the argument could continue any further, Rashmi joined them. “Aap teeno party mein ho…please just enjoy…yeh sab discussion baad mein kar lena.” She said with a smile. “Enjoy karo…dance floor pe zara apne moves dikhao…Pooja bechari bore ho rahi hogi…cruise pe kitna dance kiya tha isne…dance karna bahut enjoy karti hai.” She smiled at them. “Arey Karim bhai aap le ke jao Pooja ko dance floor pe…hamari guest bore ho rahi hai.”
“Nahi Rashmi di…mein bore nahi ho rahi hoon” Pooja protested.
“Nonsense…chalo dance karte hain…main bhi dance karoongi…chalo Rahul tum mere saath chalo.” Rashmi said.
“Rashmi di…bhool gaye…meri aur dance floor ki purani dushmani hai, cruise pe apne dekha toh tha.” Rahul just wanted to watch his wife dance.
“Sahi baat hai.” Rashmi grinned. “Chalo Surinder bhai aap mere saath dance karo.”
Puja again protested but Rashmi brushed aside her protests. Karim quickly moved forward and took Pooja’s arm leading her to the dance floor. Surinder and Rashmi followed behind them.
Rahul tried to make small talk with Ashfaq while surreptitiously trying to keep an eye on his wife. It was kind of difficult for him to focus on the conversation as he saw Karim’s hands on his wife on the dance floor.
Then Sanjay came back. “Aur kya ho raha hai Rahul?…having fun?” Sanjay grinned. “Pooja enjoy kar rahi hai dance floor pe…nice.”
“Haan dance karna kaafi enjoy karti hai.” Rahul said.
“Ek baat toh hai Rahul tumhari wife hai bahut sexy lag rahi hai…salwar kameez mast pehni hai.” Ashfaq said looking towards Pooja and Karim. “Karim bhi poora enjoy kar raha hai.” He said lecherously.
“I agree.” Sanjay said. “Pooja wakai bahut hot lag rahi…bahut sexy salwar kameez hai.”
“Toh Rahul tumne Pooja ki help ki kya yeh salwar kameez kharidne mein? tumhari pasand hai kya?” Ashfaq asked.
Rahul smiled sheepishly. “Haan pasand toh meri hai…Pooja ko thoda manana pada yeh salwar kameez pehne ke liye.”
“Bilkul theek kiya…sexy body hai tumhari wife ki, kapde bhi thode sexy pehen ne chahiye…tum apni Rashmi di ko hi dekho, kitni sexy lag rahi hai ghagra choli mein.” Sanjay stated encouragingly. “Maine hi pasand kiya tha yeh ghagra choli.”
“Rashmi bhi bahut sexy lag rahi hai…sahi hai tum dono chahte ho apni biwi ko show off karna toh kapde toh aise sexy pehan ne chahiye, hum jaise bandon ke liya acha hai.” Ashfaq said with a smirk.
“Haan Ashfaq hamara tere jaisa band dimag hai nahi…open minded hain hum, khubsurat biwi hai toh sexy kapde bhi pehan ni chahiye, biwi ka confidence badta hai.” Sanjay responded. “Tujhe nazar pherni hai toh pher…tujhe waise bhi aise cheap maze lena pasand hai.” The two of them were just playfully picking on each other.
A little bit later the four came back from the dance floor. Both Karim and Surinder were breathing pretty hard. It was not very surprising since both of them were out of shape and were pot bellied.
“Karim bhai aur Surinder bhai toh thak gaye…chalo Ashfaq bhai aap ki bari ab, mujhe dance partner chahiye.” Rashmi said.
“Chalo…party mein aaye hain…thoda fun bhi kar lete hai.” Saying that he slipped his arm around her bare waist and winked at Sanjay and Rahul. Then he moved his hand down and squeezed her ass cheek quickly.
“Ashfaq bhai!” She exclaimed in an embarrassed tone. “Aap bahut kharab hote ja rahe ho.” He just grinned back at her.
Rahul glanced at Sanjay and it was obvious he did not mind his wife being groped by his business partner. Sanjay was just smiling.
“Chalo Pooja ab meri baari.”. Then he paused staring at her. “Aur yeh dupatta rehne do…iski zaroorat nahi hai.” Saying that Sanjay grabbed the dupatta to pull it off her.
Instinctively Pooja grabbed the dupatta. “Nahi…ajeeb sa lagta hai salwar kameez bina dupatte ke.” She protested.
“It is okay hata do dupatta…dresses bhi toh bina dupatte ke pehnti ho.” Rahul reminded her with his heart beating erratically. Pooja looked at her husband locking eyes with him.
Sanjay tugged at the dupatta and she held on it for a few seconds but then let it go. An involuntary shiver went through her body when the dupatta was pulled off. Now the men had a better, unobstructed view of her bare upper chest, the swell of her soft, creamy breasts. Her cleavage looked so alluring with her mangalsutra necklace drawing attention to the soft upper swell of her breasts.
“Sahi hai Pooja, tumhe chunni ki zaroorat nahi hai, zyada sexy lag rahi ho bina chuni ke.” Rashmi said approvingly. “Dekho toh zara een ko, kaise aakhein nahi hat rahi hai tumse.” Rashmi pointed to the five men.
“Mast maal hai tumhari biwi.” Ashfaq whispered to Rahul lecherously.
A thrill went through Pooja’s body seeing the look of unbridled lust in the eyes of the five men. Sanjay at grinned at Rahul and put his arm around Pooja’s waist, leading her to the dance floor
Except for Rahul the four guys alternated dancing with Pooja and Rashmi. Rahul had a hard on watching the four of them run their hands on his wife’s nubile body. He was very thankful the lighting was dim where he stood. Some other guests also danced with Pooja and Rashmi. The party was in full swing with everyone drinking.
When it was close to midnight, finally Pooja dragged Rahul to the dance floor. “Mujhe ab tumhare saath dance karna hai…abhi thodi der mein new year ki countdown start hone wali hai.” She sounded a little bit tipsy.
Pooja put her arms around her husband’s neck and kissed him softly as they danced. “Enjoying yourself jaanu?” She asked.
“Haan meri jaan…enjoy kar raha hoon…aur tum enjoy kar rahe ho?…dance karna enjoy kar rahi ho?”
“It is fun…Sanjay jiju ke dost bahut flirty hain aur bade touchy feely bhi hain…haat teekte hi nahin unke.” She locked eyes with her husband. “Tumne dekha na…yehi dekhna tha meri jaanu ne?…I can feel your hardness.” Pooja was excited since she was enjoying the attention, being object of lust. It was very thrilling.
“Bahut sexy lag rahi hai meri jaan…very hot watching them feel you up.” Rahul said lustily. He locked lips with her kissing her, an open mouthed wanton kiss. As the new year was rung in he moved his hands down grabbing her luscious, round ass over the salwar kameez.
When they got off the dance floor, Rashmi said teasingly, “Rahul mujhe toh laga tha ki tum dance floor pe hee meri choti behan ke saath apni puri hawas utar Rocky(D)e.” Rashmi had been drinking quite a bit and it was obvious that she was drunk..
Pooja turned crimson hearing the comment. “Rashmi didi…aap bahut kharab ho.” She exclaimed with embarrassment.
“Isme sharmana kaisa Pooja…tum dono young ho, pura fun karna chahiye tumhe khul ke.” Surinder said lecherously.
The party continued in full swing for another hour after midnight and then slowly people started leaving. By 2 am all the guests left, as well as the catering staff and the DJ. Only the seven of them were left, Rashmi, Sanjay, Ashfaq, Karim, Surinder, Rahul and Pooja.
“Mujhe bhi jaana hai…main bhi nikalta hoon.” Surinder said. “Chal Karim tujhe bhi drop off karna hai.” He had given the ride to Karim knowing that he likes drinking quite a bit.
“Okay…chal chalein.” He said drunkenly.
Pooja said to Rashmi, “Didi hum bhi sone ke liye jayenge ab kaafi raat ho gayee hai…kaunse bedroom mein Rahul aur main soyenge?”
“Kya baat kar rahi ho Pooja abhi toh raat jawan hai…yaar tu bhi na…enjoy kar aur drinks piyo…let’s dance.” Rashmi was slurring very badly. She was very drunk and was barely standing straight.
“I think you should go to bed honey.” Sanjay said with a chuckle. “Arey Ashfaq zara apni bhabhi ko hamare bedroom le ja…tera bedroom bhi tayar hai, you sleep too…mein in dono ko inka bedroom dikha doon.” Ashfaq was staying the night too.
Sanjay and Karim left and Ashfaq helped Rashmi to her bedroom.
Sanjay led them to the bedroom where Rashmi had put their bag. “So this is your bedroom.” Sanjay said with a smile. “Is it okay?”
“Haan jiju…this is fine.” Pooja responded.
“So tum dono ne enjoy kiya party?”
“Haan Sanjay we had fun.” Rahul said.
“It was very nice to have two…especially Pooja.” Sanjay grinned as he slipped his arm around her slender waist. “Having a hottie like your wife at a party…makes the party even better.”
“Yeah can’t argue with that…baat bilkul sahi hai.” Rahul smiled as his gaze met Sanjay’s and held it for a few moments.
Sanjay pulled Pooja even tighter against him while keeping his eyes locked with Rahul said. “I hope ki tumhe bura nahi laga mere dost kuch zyada friendly ho gaye thay Pooja ke saath…thode flirty hain teeno, tumne dekha hi Rashmi ke saath kaise flirt kar rahe thay lekin woh bechare bhi kya karte, ek toh Pooja itni khubsoorat hai upar se…itni sexy salwar kameez pehni hai…very hot saali hai meri.” Lowering his hand he cupped her round ass and squeezed it.
“Jiju!…Kya kar rahe ho, you are being very bad.” Pushing his hand away, she pulled away from him. Her heart was pounding. Pooja was already very turned due to all the flirting and having felt the hands of other men on her body. She looked at her husband and his face was a mask of lust. Pooja knew right away that tonight she will be breaking her wedding wows.
“Itna kya sharmati hai meri jaan…saali toh aadhi gharwali hoti hai.” He said lecherously and hugged her behind. Pulling her close. She could feel his hardness on the upper swell of her ass. “Kya bolta hai Rahul…theek hai na?”
“Haan bilkul theek baat hai.” Rahul said huskily. He was rock hard. HIs eyes met Pooja’s as Sanjay grabbed her boobs and squeezed them while kissing her shoulder and neck. She was breathing hard and biting her lower lip.
“Mast maal hai yaar teri biwi…aisi maal biwi ko toh doosre mardon ko dikhana hi chahiye, aise sexy kapde pahanane chahiye…cruise pe mera toh lund khada ho gaya tha Pooja ko woh choti si bikini mein dekh ke…poora iska gora gora mast jism display pe tha.” He said to Rahul crudely as he continued to maul her breasts. “Chal teri biwi ko nanga karte hai…ees saali ko nanga dekhne ke liye main tadap raha hoon.” Pooja’s face turned crimson as Sanjay pulled off her kameez and her husband took off her salwar. Leaving her only in the pink thong.
Sanjay stepped back taking his clothes off and admiring Pooja’s hot ass. She nervously stared at her husband feeling very ashamed, her body trembling slightly. Rahul took her into his arms. “Jaanu…mere jaanu…you sure about this? yehi chahta hai mera baby?” She asked nervously.
“Haan meri jaan…apni jaan ko sex karte hue dekhna hai.” He whispered lustily.
“Kal subh uth ke koi pachtawa toh nahi hoga?…you will still love me?” She asked shyly. Just looking for reassurance.
“Always baby…I will love you always.” Saying that Rahul kissed her passionately. Taking her bare asscheeks in his hands, kneading them.
After taking his clothes off, Sanjay just stood there stroking his hard cock watching the loving young couple kiss. Noticing Sanjay staring at them, Rahul broke off the kiss. Turning his wife around to face Sanjay, he whispered in her ear, “Jaa apne jiju ke paas…tere liye bahut bekarar hai.” He gently pushed her towards Sanjay.
Pooja shyly stared at the swarthy, hairy body of the potty bellied forty-nine-year old man. She stared at his hard seven inch dark cock which he was stroking. Without even thinking she compared his cock with her husband’s. Sanjay’s cock was shorter than her husband’s but thicker with thick veins criss crossing the shaft. She felt moisture seep into the folds of her pussy and felt butterflies in her stomach knowing that another man’s cock is going to be buried in her married pussy.
“Mast maal hai teri biwi yaar, mast maal hai.” Sanjay remarked as he lustily ran his eyes over her smooth, fair-skinned body. Her small firm breasts topped with the small, hard pink nipples, long legs, flat stomach, round ass and her pretty, innocent looking face.
Pooja felt the heat rising to her face as the middle aged man looked at her as if she was a piece of meat. “Arey Rahul…tu sex karte hue iske saath dirty talk karta hai kya?” Sanjay asked.
“Haan…karta hoon.” Rahul responded as he took off his clothes, freeing his hard cock.
“Hindi aur English dono mein?…sab kuch bolta hai? Gaali waali sab? No limits?” Sanjay’s eyes lit up as Rahul nodded in affirmation. He had never talked dirty in hindi to any woman before. Rashmi never allowed it either. “Sahi hai yaar…Rashmi ko bilkul pasand nahi hai dirty talk, woh sochti hai ki bahut disrespectful hai aurton ki taraf…bahut modern hai, open minded, flirty lekin aaj tak aur kisi ke saath sex nahi kiya mere alawa..haan bas thoda sa haath pherne deti hai doosron ko jab mood mein hoti hai, jaise aaj thi.” Sanjay remarked as he pulled Pooja into his arms.
Rahul stroked his cock seeing his wife in the arms of the middle aged man. He ran his hand over her smooth back. Lowering his hands to cup her luscious ass. “Bhenchod tune toh poora lund khada kara diya…badi mast maal hai tu saali, tujhe toh bahut chodunga.” Hearing the crude hindi words from another man was a shock to her. It her made feel very slutty, dirty and also inflamed her arousal.
Sanjay locked his lips with her and she put her hands behind his head. She passionately kissed him back. Their tongues intertwined with each others. Sucked on each other’s tongues and lips, swapping saliva. Rahul’s cock leaked pre-cum watching the wanton sight of his beautiful new bride kissing another man. A man almost twice her age.
After kissing her for almost five minutes, Sanjay pushed down Pooja onto her knees. “Lund choos mera ab haramzadi…randi saali.” Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled her face to his cock. She wrapped her dainty fingers around his hard, throbbing cock and opened her mouth wrapping her pink lips around the uncircumcised thick cockhead. “Aaah…choos mera lund haramzadi.” Sanjay groaned deliriously as her tongue licked around on the silky smooth foreskin stretched around the flaring cockhead. Then she started bobbing her head up and down on the cock. Holding it at the base with one hand and with the other hand caressed his hairy balls.
“Bhenchod teri nayee naveli dulhan toh puri raand hai, abhi tak shaadi ki mehndi utari bhi nahi hai, choora bhi pehna hua hai aur yeh paraye mard ka lund choos rahi hai…pura khada kar rahi hai mera lund, gila kar rahi hai taki mujhe ache se chudwa sake apni choot…randi saali.” He said lustily to Rahul and started thrusting his cock into her mouth. Using her mouth like a fuck hole.
Rahul just kept stroking his cock watching his new bride being used like a slut.
“Arey teri maa ki choot…yeh kya ho raha hai.” Ashfaq suddenly walked into the room. He was completely shocked at the sight of Sanjay fucking Pooja’s pretty face.
“Aaja tu bhi aaja…ees saali ko lund chahiye…tujhe bola tha na ki ees kamini ko chodenge aaj.” Sanjay said to his friend.
“Woh dono chutiye toh pachtayenge…teri baat pe yekin nahi kiya.” Ashfaq chuckled referring to Karim and Surinder as he took off his clothes. Glancing at Rahul, he said, “Itni khubsurat teri nayee dulhan, lekin puri chinaal.”
Ashfaq went and stood beside his friend. Sanjay pulled her off his cock and hissed her. “Ashfaq ka lund choos ab.” Without any hesitation she took the Pakistani man’s circumcised cock into her mouth.
“Haramzadi gasti…lund choos…pura ley mera lund munh mein.” Ashfaq growled as he started roughly face fucking her. Forcing her to take more of his seven inch cock. Eventually she was able to take his entire cock down her throat. She started gagging and pulled back letting his cock fall out of her mouth. She was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. “Iski maa ki choot, aisi raand toh kabhi nahi dekhi kya mast lund choosti hai yeh chinaal.”
“Ab zara meri taraf bhi dhyan de kutiya.” Sanjay grabbed a fistul of her and pulled her face to his hairy balls. “Tatte chaat mere, choos mere tatte haramzadi.” Her nostril was filled with a mix of musky and sweaty odor. The heady smell made her feel very dirty. She licked on the hairy, wrinkly nutsack. Taking his balls one by one in her mouth and sucked on them. After servicing his balls for a few minutes, she sucked on his cock. She alternated between sucking on Sanjay’s and Ashfaq’s cocks and balls. She had completely given into her baser instincts.
“Chal bahut ho gaya ab tujhe chodenge behen ki laudi.” Saying that Ashfaq glanced at Rahul who was stroking his cock. “Arey tu bhi chuswa le apna lund…teri hi biwi hai.” He chuckled saying that.
Rahul came and stood in front of his wife. Pooja looked up at her husband shyly, biting her lower lip. Seeing the look on her face, he knew she was very turned on. Grabbing her husband’s cock she took it into her mouth. Tasting the precum that was leaking.
“Yeh saali gasti tera bhi lund pura lund le leti hai munh mein?” Ashfaq asked crudely as he noticed that Rahul’s cock was bigger than his and Sanjay’s. He felt a bit envious.”Haan pura le leti hai.” Rahul said proudly as he shoved more of his cock inside his wife’s mouth.
“Acha train kiya hai tune ees chinaal ko.” Ashfaq remarked.
“Maine nahi…iska college mein boyfriend tha, usne sikhaya isko lund choosna.”
“Acha?…ees haramzadi ke yaar bhi thay shaadi se pehle…aur bhi lund liye hai isne…puri randi hai yeh toh.” Ashfaq stated. “Sahi hai tu eese humse chudwa raha hai…tere jaise aur pati hone chahiye jo apni biwi ko doosron se chudwana pasand karte hain.”
“Bilkul theek bol raha hai Ashfaq…doosre ki biwi ko chodna ka mazaa hi kuch aur hai, khas tor pe aisi jawan aur khubsurat biwi…dekh zara saali ne pura lund munh mein le liya hai.” Sanjay remarked watching Rahul’s cock shoved completely down her throat with her nose buried in pubic hair.
Rahul faced fucked his wife for a little bit more and then helped her stand up. He wanted to watch her get fucked now. Breathing hard, she stared at her husband. After have her face fucked by three hard cocks, her pretty face looked messy. Her hair was disheveled since Sanjay and Ashfaq had been roughly pulling her hair while face fucking her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately, running his hands over her body. Sqeezing her round, bubble butt.
Breaking off the kiss, he lustily whispered to her, “Ab meri jaan ko maine chudte hue dekhna. Puri raand ban ke chudna…puri taange khol dena apne een dono yaaron ke liye.” She bit her lower lip shyly and just nodded. Turning her around to face the two lusty, lecherous, older men, Rahul gently pushed her towards them.
Both the older man hungrily stared at her. “Rahul…teri biwi hai tu puri raand…lekin jo bhi bolo badi khubsurat hai, puri maal hai…gora, chikna badan makhan jaisa…sexy body…mast gol gaand…nice small firm boobs with pink nipples.” As Ashfaq said these words, it seemed he was almost drooling.
Bending down Ashfaq kissed her tits and then took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it and then bit it. Pooja gasped and moaned. “Aaah..ouch…oh god!…Ashfaq bhai…na..nah.” She mewled lustily. Putting her hand on the back of Ashfaq’s head, she ran her fingers through his hair. Caressing his head as the older man feasted on her tit.
Sanjay kissed her other breast, sucked on her pink nipple. When he bit on her nipple, she whined lustily. “Hai ram…na jiju…na…dard hota hai.” She caressed his head too but did not make no attempt to stop either of the men. Just enjoying the erotic pain as the two older men sucked on her tits and hard pink nipples. Bit on them.
When they removed their faces from her tits, Rahul noticed a few bite marks and hickeys on his wife’s soft, creamy breasts. He was filled with his angst seeing that his wife had been marked by these two men. But his cock leaked pre-cum.
Ashfaq then pulled her into his arms and locked lips with her. Pooja opened her lips to let his tongue invade her mouth. She lustily kissed back the older Pakistani man. Her cunt was on fire. Rahul stroked his hard cock watching his young beautiful wife kissing the older Pakistani man. Her smooth, creamy skin and svelte young body contrasted sharply with the dark-skinned, pot-bellied, hairy body of the older man. His beautiful young Hindu wife kissing a lecherous, older Muslim man. A man almost twice her age. This was so taboo. As these thoughts ran through his mind copious amount of pre-cum leaked out of his cock.
“Chal zara apni gaand theek se dikha…badi mast gaand hai teri, tere yaaron ne toh tujhe sikhaya hi hoga kaise mardon ko ek randi apni gaand dikhati hai.” Sanjay said to her after Ashfaq stopped kissing her.
She shyly looked at her husband and he just nodded at her. Moving to the side of the bed, she bent over the bed. Keeping her legs straight, she put her elbows on the bed. Arched her back and stuck out her luscious ass. As she felt completely ashamed presenting herself in such a lewd way. Her pussy leaked more fuck juices. The crotch of her panties was sopping wet and plastered to her pussy lips.
Both the older man groaned seeing her luscious round ass. The back of her skimpy pink thong disappeared between her smooth, creamy ass cheeks. “Bhenchod…kya gaand hai mast.” Ashfaq stepped forward and ran his hands over her ass, squeezing the ass cheeks. “Randi…chinaaal saali…” He hissed at her and slapped her ass hard a few times. Pooja yelped loudly. The slaps stung. Her ass turned red with finger imprints of the older man.
“Dekh haramzadi ki chut kitni gilli hai…iski kachi gilli ho ke chipak gayee hai iski chut ke upar.” Sanjay remarked as he stepped forward. He also delivered a few hard smacks on her round ass making Pooja yelp.
“Chal randi bistar pe let ja…ab chodunga tujhe.” Ashfaq barked at her.
Pooja got on the bed, laying down on her back. Ashfaq got on the bed and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong. She immediately raised her hips so that the older Pakistani man could take off her panties. Making her married pussy available to a man as old as her father.
“Dekh behen ki laudi ko kitni betab hai chudne ke liye.” Sanjay remarked as he glanced at Rahul and then stared back at her bald, smooth pussy. “Saali ne apni puri jhante bhi shave kar ke rakhi hai, jaise dhande wali randi karti hai.”
Pooja’s pussy tingled with anticipation as the older Pakistani man got between her legs and lined his dark cock with her wet, pink pussy lips. “Lund chahiye mera?…Apni shaadi shuda chut mein paraye mard ka lunda lena hai?” He asked tauntingly.
Pooja just nodded. “Tere abbu ki umar ka hoon haramzadi aur teri chut puri gilli padi hai mere liye…raand saali kabhi koi musalman ka lund liya hai kya?” He asked aggressively.
“Nahi.” She said softly as a shiver went down her spine thinking about this completely shocking and unacceptable dalliance. Pooja’s and Rahul’s entire family would disown her if they ever came to know that she let a muslim man fuck her. Especially her father would be very upset. She spread her legs even more.
“Tum saali hindu ladkiyan badi chinaal ho.” Saying that he shoved his cock into her pussy. Pooja gasped loudly as the thick dark cock stretched her pussy.
Aaaah…uuhhhh…hai ram.” Pooja moaned lustily and grabbed Ashfaq’s hairy ass.
“Mast tight chut hai teri…raand saali.” Ashfaq pulled back and again slammed his cock into her. “Le mera lund…le mera lund pura…lund bhuki haramzadi.” He growled as he started fucking her with long steady strokes. Pooja kept moaning loudly while holding on to his ass.
Rahul was out of mind with lust watching the older muslim man fucking his new bride. Stroking his cock seeing the hairy ass move back and forth between the wide open legs of his wife. Watching intently as the hairy ass clench every time Ashfaq shoved his cock into his wife’s pussy.
“Iski maa ki chut…kya mast chud rahi hai teri biwi…kash Rashmi bhi doosre mardon se aise chudne ke liye maan jaye..bahut convince karne ki koshish ki lekin manti nahi hai.” Sanjay confided in Rahul who was kind of surprised by the admission. Suddenly Pooja shrieked loudly as she started cumming hard.
Her body writhed, toes curled and she desperately clutched the bedsheet as intense sensations coursed through her body. Pulling out his cock, Ashfaq got out from between her open legs. “Saali ki chut badi tight hai…haramzadi ne almost mera paani nikal diya.” Ashfaq remarked breathing hard as he stood up. “Bhenchodi ko ab tu chod…mujhe itni jaldi nahi paani nikalna hai.” Ashfaq grinned. He did not want to cum so soon. Wanted to fuck the young wife more. “Saali kitni aasani se orgasm kar gayee…chinaal kahin ki…isko toh bas chut mein lund chahiye.”
Sanjay got on the bed and said to Pooja, “Chal ghum ke ghutno pe aaja…tujhe kuttiya bana ke chodunga.” She shyly glanced at her husband and turned over onto her stomach. Then she propped up her ass on her knees. “Randi saali…chudakkad…tu aaj yahan chudne ke liye ayee thi.” Sanjay said lustily as he stared at her luscious ass which was still reddened and had finger imprints. Her wet, glistening pink pussy lips peeked between her thighs. “Haramzadi…itni khubsurat hai tu…mast gora gora chikna jism hai tera.”
He delivered hard smacks on her round ass making Pooja groan. “Aaaah Jiju…naa…hurt hota hai.”
“Lekin tujhe yeh dard pasand hai…hai ki nahi?” Sanjay growled and again smacked her ass a few times making her yelp loudly. Then without any finesse shoved his cock into her wet, receptive pussy.
Pooja gasped loudly at the sudden intrusion. “Oh fuck…aaahh..ooohh…unnnhh…oh mere jiju.” She moaned deliriously as Sanjay started fucking her with hard, deliberate thrusts.
Hearing her gasp and moan like that inflamed Rahul’s arousal. Also hearing her choora making clinking sounds aroused him. He got up on the bed in front of his wife. She looked up at her husband with her mouth half open and breathing hard. Her pretty face was a mask of lust. She was in the throes of sexual passion. He bent down and kissed his wife as another man pounded her married pussy. Sanjay was using her like a piece of fuck meat.
“Aaah meri jaan…yehi dekhna tha mere baby ne?…paraya aadmi mujhe fuck kar raha hai baby…tumhari biwi ko, yehi dekhna tha?” She asked breathlessly as Sanjay kept funking her.
“Haan meri jaanu, yehi dekhna tha…meri jaan ko chudte hue dekhna tha aur kisi aadmi se…raand bana ke chod raha hai tujhe tera jija…tu uski aadhi gharwali hai, apne jija ka bistar garam karegi.” He said lustily and again kissed her lustily. Sucking on her tongue and lips, exchanging saliva as another man kept fucking her. As he kissed her, Pooja again climaxed. Desperately she wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and tightly held on as the intense sensations coursed through her body. Her body writhed and she almost passed out.
“Oooooh…aaaah…Rahuuul…Raaahul…babyeeee…pagal kar diya hai..aaaa..unnggghhh.” She mumbled deliriously tightly holding on to her husband.
As her orgasm was subsidizing, Sanjay moved away and his place was quickly taken by Ashfaq. He roughly shoved his cock into her sopping wet pussy and started fucking her again. “Aisi raand pe toh aise hi baari baari se bandon ko chadna chahiye…ek baad ek lund ghusne chahiye ees chinal ki chut mein.” Ashfaq said to Rahul as he fucked his wife. Pooja was truly feeling like a completely slut as the two men took turns on her. She was being passed among the two as a fucktoy.
“Yeh kuttiya gaand mein leti hai kya?” Ashfaq asked.
“Nahi…kabhi liya nahi hai gaand mein.” Rahul responded.
“Chal agli bari jab isko tu chudwane ke liye layega toh iski gaand bhi marenge…ab ki baari iski chut se hi maze lete hain.” Sanjay said with a grin.
Both the older men were very greedy and wanted to last longer. Wanted to fuck this young beautiful married woman as long as possible. Whenever either of them was close to cumming they would switch places and fucked her in different positions. Both of them fucked her for almost one hour and made Pooja orgasm multiple times.
Ashfaq was the first one to climax and came inside her with a loud grunt. His hairy body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. As he slowly withdrew his deflating cock, cum leaked out of Pooja’s gaping open reddened pussy lips. Rahul’s cock twitched and leaked precum seeing the obscene sight of his wife’s pussy leaking another man’s baby making seed.
“Haramazadi…randi saali…nikal hi diya mere lund ka paani.” Ashfaq said crudely as he stood up. “Maza a gaya ees gashti ko chod ke…itni mast gashti kabhi nahi chodi. Pura thaka diya, main chaloon sone ke liye, subah jaldi uth ke ghar jaana hai apni begum ke paas.” Saying that he left after picking up his clothes.
His place was quickly taken up by Sanjay. He pushed back her legs till her knees were by her shoulders. She was obscenely spread open. “Teri biwi ki choot puri khol de hi hum dono ke lund ne…sahi ki raand bana diya hai teri nayee naveli dulhan ko.” Saying that Sanjay shoved his cock into her sloppy pussy. He fucked her hard and fast. Soon he also came depositing more baby making juice in Pooja’s pussy.
“Sahi mein maza a gaya yaar…aisi jawan, khubsurat raand kabhi nahi chodi aaj se pehle…mast tight chut hai ees haramzadi ki.” Sanjay commented crudely as he withdrew his shrinking cock. More cum leaked out of Pooja’s pussy as his cock came out. She was feeling completely ashamed now and as soon as Sanjay got off her, she turned sideways and hid her face in her arm.”Chal main bhi chaloon sone ke liye…lekin ek cheez ka khyal rakhna, yeh sab jo hua, uska zikar galti se bhi Rashmi ke samne mat karna.” Sanjaye winked at Rahul. “Ab tu apni raand biwi ke saath maze ley.” Sanjay picked up his clothes and left.
“Jaanu please darwaza band kar do.” Pooja said softly as soon as Sanjay left. Rahul went and shut the door. Pooja kept her face covered as Rahul got back on the bed. He gently pushed her onto her back. She immediately covered her face with her hands. “Kya kar rahi hai Pooja?…aise apni shakal kyon chhupa rahi hai?”
“Oh god I am feeling so embarrassed now…mujhe yakin nahi ho raha ki maine itna kuch kar diya…bahut sharm aa rahi hai ab.” She said in an ashamed tone.
“It is okay…haath hatao apne.” Saying that Rahul removed her hands from her face. “Bahut hot tha tumko sex karte hue dekhna. ” He said to her as she shyly looked at him. “I love you baby.” He said to her lovingly.
“I love you too…happy now? tumhari dirty fantasy puri ho gayee.” She said bashfully.
“Very happy…apni sexy biwi ko chudte hue dekhna tha…asal mein dekhna toh aur bhi zyada hot hai…puri randi bana ke choda meri biwi ko.” He said lustily as he got between her legs and pushed her legs apart.
“Na meri jaan aisi gandi language mein na bol…un dono waise hi bahut gandi gaaliyan aur ghatiya words use kiye.” She turned her face away and closed her eyes. Remembering the crude, profane, dirty words the older men used.
“Chudai ke time mein yeh sab toh hota hi hai…chudte hue toh tu randi hi thi unki…you moaned like a complete slut as they fucked you baby.” He stared at his wife’s well fucked pussy, cum was leaking out of it. Her pussy was a obscene sight.
“Udhar na dekh…please baby, bahut ganda hai.” She whined. But Rahul wanted a closer look. He pushed her legs back and bent down to have a closer look. “Oh meri jaan…bahut ganda hai.” She was feeling very ashamed.
“Musalman ka lund liya apni chut mein, randi saali, tere baap ya mere baap ko pata chalega toh dono ka dimag kharab ho jayega.” Just thinking about the tabooness, his cock twitched. He lowered his face and a heady odor assailed his nostrils. He started licking her freshly fucked pussy.
“Na meri jaan…naa…bahut gandi hoon main…na kar.” She protested but put her hands behind her husband’s head and pushed his face into her pussy. Rahul hungrily ate out his wife’s well-fucking, cum leaking pussy. He made her climax on his mouth a couple of times and then made love to her. Adding more cum in his wife’s pussy. After making love they were just too tired and fell asleep.
When Pooja woke up in the morning, Rahul was not next to her on the bed. She sat up and then heard the shower running. Rahul was showering. She got up and collected her strewn clothes and put them in the bag. As she was taking out clothes that she was going to wear home, Rahul came out of the bathroom. “Good Morning baby.” He said sheepishly.
“Good Morning…main jaldi se shower le leti hoon phir ghar chalte hain.” She responded while avoiding to look at her husband. They both were feeling very awkward now.
“Okay…theek hai.” He quickly responded as he stared at her naked body. He felt a pit forming in the bottom of his stomach seeing the bite marks and hickeys on his wife’s breasts. As Pooja walked passed him he stared at her reddened ass with finger imprints. He felt very guilty seeing the marks on her body. Those two were really rough with her.
After showering she came out of the bathroom wearing jeans and long sleeved top. Rahul went to her and hugged her tightly. “I am sorry jaanu…woh dono bahut zyada hi rough ho gaye tumhare saath, kitne nishan hai body pe. Does it hurt?’ He asked guiltily.
“It fine Rahul…I am okay, thoda sa dard hai kuch khaas nahi.” She reassured him and hugged him back tightly. “Do you think less of me baby?” She softly asked in a needy tone.
“Nahi meri jaan…you are my everything, I will never think less of you…I love you Jaan.” He said honestly.
“Okay…I just want to get out of here…if Rashmi di asks about breakfast, say no. We will get something on our way. I feel so terrible facing her.” She said in a guilty tone.
“Don’t do that you yourself…it is okay.” He said to her and she just nodded. Then as she glanced at the bed, her eyes opened wide. There were quite a few dried spots on the bed and two that were especially big.
“Oh shit…this is going to be so embarrassing. I will have to let Rashmi di know about it or just tell her to wash the bedsheet without even looking at it.” Pooja quickly pulled off the bedsheet and dumped it on the floor.
Rashmi and Sanjay were in the kitchen. Sanjay was eating breakfast. “Sorry didi hum thoda late uthe.” She said to Rashmi while completely avoiding to look at Sanjay. Rahul followed behind her carrying the bag.
“Arey koi baat nahi hume bhi zyada der nahi hui hai uthe hue…anyways Happy New Year!” Rashmi hugged Pooja.
“Happy New Year didi.” Pooja smiled.
“I am very sorry Pooja and Rahul…drank a bit too much last night…pata hi nahi chala kab sone ke liye chali gai.” She said contritely.
“Koi baat nahi Rashmi di…it is okay.” Pooja said.
“Arey Happy New Year saali saheba.” Sanjay said playfully.
“Happy New Year to you also Jiju.” She responded without even looking at him. Then she whispered to Rashmi. “Didi zara ek baat karni hai.” She pulled her aside and told her about the spots on the bedsheet and apologized for it.
“That is okay Pooja…tum dono newlywed couple ho, I am glad tumne mere ghar mein fun kiya.” She whispered with knowing grin. “Don’t worry about it…main woh bedsheet machine mein daal dungi…toh ab bolo breakfast mein kya khana pasand karoge?”
“Abhi bhukh nahi hai didi bas chalenge ab.” Pooja responded.
“Kya bol rahi ho!…kuch toh kha ke jao…Rahul tum kuch khaoge?” Rashmi turned toward Rahul.
“Nahi didi mujhe bhi bhukh nahi hai.” He smiled awkwardly.
“Lekin kuch chai, coffee…kuch pioge?” She asked them.
“Thank you didi kuch nahi…bas ab ghar ke liye nikalte hain hum der ho rahi hai.” Pooja said in an apologetic tone.
“Okay theek hai…I sure hope you two had fun last night though.” Rashmi remarked.
Pooja felt butterflies in her stomach hearing Rashmi’s remark. She glanced at Sanjay who just grinned at her. “Haan didi it was a lot of fun…bahut achi party thi.”
“Tum dono party mein aye ees liye party zyada fun rahi…we need to have you two over more often.” Sanjay said with a sly grin. Pooja felt heat rising to her face and she quickly turned her face away towards Rahul.
“Chalo Rahul.” She said to him.
Sanjay and Rashmi walked them to the door. Rashmi warmly hugged Pooja, “We have to get together again soon.” She said and then moved to give a hug to Rahul.
Sanjay hugged Pooja and she uncomfortably wrapped her arms around him. He cupped her ass and whispered in her ear, “Haramzadi teri garam chut ko chod ke maza aa gaya, jaldi dobara milenge ab ki baari Surinder aur Karim bhi tujhe chodenge…char lund legi ek bad ek randi jaisi.” Hearing the filthy, obscene words a shiver went down her spine and her pussy tingled.
“Theek hai saali saheba jaldi milne ka plan banate hain.” Sanjay said loudly as he separated from her and shook hands with Rahul.
“Theek hai jiju.” She sounded a bit flustered.”Rahul tumhare saath party karne ka maza hi kuch aur hi…I will call you, plan something.” Sanjay said to Rahul.
“Okay give me a call.” Rahul responded trying to said very nonchalant.
As he drove, Rahul took Pooja’s hand in his, holding it lovingly. “You okay jaanu?”
“Yeah I am fine…” She smiled uncomfortably at her husband.
“Maine dekha tumhare jiju ne haath phera tum par…kaan mein kya khusar phusar kar raha tha?”
She shyly looked at her husband and said, “Bol raha tha ki jaldi dobara mil na chahta hai.”
“Bas itna hai bola?…mujhe laga ki kaafi kuch whisper kar raha tha.”
“Jaanu woh bas kuch gandi baatein bhi boli usne.” She felt very ashamed.
“Acha…Kya bola?” Rahul asked in an excited tone.
“Baby!…kal raat ko jaisi baatein bol raha tha gaali ke saath.” Her face turned crimson.
“Meri jaan ko phir se chodne ki baat kar raha tha?” His cock was hard.
“Haan…aur bol raha tha ki next time Karim aur Surinder honge, char log mere saath sex karenge.” Her pussy got wet as she said that.
“Char nahi baby…paanch chodenge tujhe, main bhi chodunga tujhe…gangbang karenge tujhe, ek baad ek chadenge tere upar, raand bana ke chodenge meri jaan ko.” His cock was rock hard and his words were dripping with lust.
Pooja clenched her thighs tightly and bit her lower lip gently. She was shocked that the she was getting so turned on by this wanton talk. “Nahi baby…we cannot do this again…this is wrong. Main shadi shuda aurat hoon, mujhe aisa nahi karna chahiye.” She fought through her arousal. “Just forget about this all…we will never meet Rashmi or Sanjay ever again.” She said firmly.

—————————By : Desihw


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