“So how do you want to do this?” Raj asked, as if he were discussing a project at work, or dinner table arrangements.
Ashish shrugged, not sure how he wanted to do anything.
“Come in, please,” Radha said. “Let’s have dinner first.”
Raj cleared his throat.
“Well, speaking for Nitya and I… we would rather have the… dessert… first,” he said.
Just then, Nitya appeared in the doorway carrying a large jute bag that seemed to be filled with stuff. She was wearing a nose ring and jeans and a tight black tank top, at least one size too short for her, bringing out the size of her tits and slight bulge around her chubby belly quite clearly. All in all, she looked like a sexy dusky Indian pornstar who had perhaps put on a little weight. Given the height difference between them (Nitya was a foot shorter than Ashish’s six-foot-tall frame), Ashish could easily peer into her cleavage from above. He felt his cock twitch inside his pants.
“You had left this behind,” she said in an admonishing tone to Raj.
“Ouch… that would have hurt, later,” Raj replied, laughing. Then, turning to Raj and Radha, he said, “So… bedroom first? Dinner later?”
Radha nodded and turned to lead the way. Ashish fell behind and locked the door, and when he followed them to his marital bedroom, he couldn’t take his gaze off Nitya’s round hips separated from him by her tight blue denim jeans.
In contrast to Nitya who had worn that sexy little tank top and jeans that clearly accentuated her curves, Radha had chosen a nightgown that while being soft and satin, covered her entire body including her upper arms and concealed fully the slight curve of her waist and hips.
There was an awkward pause as they reached the bedroom for a few seconds. Nitya kept the jute bag on the bedside table and sat down on the bed.
“OK, some ground rules first,” Nitya said. “First, this thing will remain between the four of us.”
They all nodded. “Of course,” Ashish mumbled. As she had sat down, Nitya’s cleavage had become deeper and even better defined. Ashish’s cock had gone fully erect a few seconds ago, inside his jeans, eager to burst out and enter and twitch and ejaculate inside her South Indian pussy.
“Second, you,” she said, looking into Ashish’s eyes, “won’t be wearing a condom.”
“This guy here,” she added, looking at Raj for a second, “loves to drink the cum out of me.”
“But… what if you have… something?” Radha asked.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Raj replied. “We test for STDs every month, and we have actually only been fucking each other for a year.”
“Yeah, it’s been really slim pickings,” Nitya added, looking genuinely depressed at not having been fucked by anyone other than her husband.
“What’s in the bag?” Ashish asked, before Radha could say ‘No’ to him fucking Nitya without a condom.
“Oh, everything we might need – toys, vibrators, lubes, condoms,” Nitya said.
“So, what-say folks? Shall we get to it?” Raj asked.
Before Ashish or Radha could respond, Nitya stood up and unbuckled her belt. Then, unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping them, she let them drop to the floor.
She was wearing sheer red panties underneath, through which a dense thicket of her pubic hair showed. In fact, Ashish saw that her pubic bush was so thick that it escaped out the sides of her panties and even up and out from the waistband!
“So, we can all fuck in the same room preferably,” she said. “Raj likes to watch me getting rammed. Or we’ll need to call him back in once you,” she added, pointing at Ashish, whose cock was super keen now to burst out of his jeans, “have finished in me.”
“Same room is fine,” Radha said, before she began removing her gown as well. She was wearing an old un-sexy set of black bra and panties underneath. Taking a cue from the women, Ashish and Raj undressed as well, dressing down to their underwear.
Ashish noticed that Raj had a bit of a paunch unlike his own taut tummy.
“Are we going to dry hump or what?” Nitya asked before she raised her arms and made quick work of taking her tank top off her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and her chocolatey brown pendulous boobs came into view. Her boobs were so large that they drooped down, hanging only a couple of inches off the line of her navel. In contrast to her dusky and dark skin, her nipples were light pink.
Ashish looked into Radha’s eyes as if to ask her for her permission. Radha nodded, smiling slightly. Then, he removed his own boxers and his fully erect manhood popped out.
“Oooh Raj… do you see that? He’s ready to fuck me already,” Nitya said to Raj. She then climbed on to the bed and placing her hands on the wall behind the bed’s headboard, thrust her hips out so that she was not in a semi-doggystyle position, her knees on the bed and her hands on the wall.
“Come… penetrate me, macho-man,” she said to Ashish. Ashish climbed on to the bed and with Nitya bent against the wall in front of him, saw for the first time that her panties were crotch-less, in addition to being see-through. A thicket of pubic hair erupted out the crotch-hole in her panties, hiding her vagina entirely, though her asshole was visible. There was a large heart-shaped black tattoo just above her ass-crack.
He looked around to again seek non-verbal permission from Radha to fuck Nitya, but now saw that Radha was seated in the sofa diagonally opposite Nitya and him – Raj had taken off her panties and bra, and was kissing her inner thighs. She had spread her legs to reveal her hairless vaginal lips – Radha always took great care to wax all the pubic hair off her every month – and begun to make soft moaning sounds as Raj circled closer to her crotch.
“Yeah, he can’t get enough of the taste of the pussy,” Nitya said, and Ashish noticed she had turned around to look at Radha and Raj too. “The man can eat pussy for hours… just gets boring after a while. You gonna bang me or not?”
Ashish nodded and Nitya turned her face towards the headboard and wall. Placing both his hands on her round dusky hips, he thrust slowly towards her loins but made contact with the bottom of her vaginal lips instead. He tried again, but Nitya’s loin hair thicket was so dense that it was hard to see where he was going.
He was about to reach into her loins and feel his way to her vagina when Nitya said, “Can’t find my hole, huh?” and reached out between her legs for his cock, guiding it to her pussy.
Ashish remembered he hadn’t put on any lube, and without foreplay, Nitya might be dry and tight, but as soon as his cock met her vaginal lips, it glided inside, buttered on all sides by her extremely wet vagina. He thrust hard, pushing his crotch and balls up to her loins, and penetrated her pussy easily, gasping at how wet and warm her pussy was.
“He’s bigger than you… Raj…” Nitya said, turning around to look at Raj, who Ashish (turning around himself) noticed had now pulled out a large wand-like vibrator from the sexual goody bag Nitya had brought. A soft hum sounded through the room as he placed it inside Radha’s half-open vaginal lips, while he used one finger to massage her clitoris. Radha’s entire body was tense on her sofa, her fingers gripping the sofa arms hard, her eyes closed, as she began to moan like a feline in heat.
“You fucking me or not?” Nitya asked.
Ashish nodded and began to thrust in and out of Nitya’s pussy, slowly, enjoying the buttery wetness of her pussy.
Nitya began to moan loudly, much louder than Radha was moaning.
“Ooh!” she exulted rounding off with a moan at the end, as Ashish slowly thrust his cock in and out of her.
“Harder…” she said, and Ashish obeyed her, picking up the force with which he rammed into her velvety soft pussy. He didn’t recall Radha’s pussy ever being this velvety soft, right at the outset of fucking – they always used liberal amounts of lube to get started. Her dusky hips flopped beautifully, the fat on them jiggling as he rammed hard into her.
“Grab my tits,” Nitya said, turning around to look at Ashish and he bent forward and grabbed her breasts from behind as he continued to ram into her. He could see that her teeth were grit together.
“Squeeze… them…” she said in a voice that sounded like she was begging, as she punctuated Ashish’s every thrust into her with a moan of delight.
From behind him, he heard Radha’s moans grow louder, but Ashish found it impossible to turn his gaze away from Nitya’s jiggling hips. He took one hand off her right breast and placed it on the small of her back where her heart-shaped tattoo was and caressed her back there as he banged his cock into her.
Then, Nitya began to help him by forcing her hips on and off his cock even as he was thrusting into her, no longer letting him define the pace at which he would fuck her. Her hips jiggled in front of him and a loud slapping sound emanated from the ramming of her loins into his crotch and balls.
Ashish gasped and gripped her breast and waist tight with his hands, digging his fingers into the fat on her breast and belly. Nitya now picked up speed, dancing and twerking her hips on and off his cock hard, and Ashish barely had to move to fuck her now.
Suddenly, Nitya straightened her back a little, and that pushed her vaginal canal up, pushing Ashish’s cock up at an acute angle. Ashish felt that sudden shock cause his cock to immediately harden. Gasping hard, he dug his fingernails into her waist and breast, gripping them hard.
“You coming?” Nitya asked, as she stopped moving her hips.
“YEAH!” Ashish screamed as his cock hardened to a rock inside Nitya’s vagina. He thrust deep into her as his cock jerked and ejaculated semen inside her in waves, going again and again and again, his fingers grabbing her boob and waist as if for dear life. Nitya stayed still too, letting him finish inside her, sighing softly every time she felt his cock twitch and spurt his cum inside her.
When Ashish was done, he pulled out and a loud squelchy sound emanated from Nitya’s pussy. Ashish noted that her crotch hair thicket had a smattering of milky white semen where her vaginal hole was, though her vaginal lips were still not visible.
Nitya turned around and lay on the bed, spreading her legs wide.
“You want to lick me?” she asked Raj, who Ashish turned around to notice was now licking his wife, Radha’s clitoris with a passion, while keeping the head of the vibrator inserted inside her.
“Uh huh,” Raj replied, not taking his mouth off Radha’s clitoris.
Ashish noticed that Radha’s eyes were shut, her head thrust back, her belly muscles clenched tight, her teeth grit. He knew she was moments away from coming herself.
“YEEEAH!” Radha screamed, and her belly muscles relaxed visibly. Even from a distance, Ashish could make out her pussy squirting out vaginal fluid onto Raj’s lips, who didn’t flinch for even a fraction of a second. Then her belly tightened again, and screaming, Radha lifted her slim, milky white hips off the couch and pushed the vibrator and Raj’s face back a little. She screamed and squealed with delight as she came, her hips doing a merry dance off the couch, thrusting back and forth, her belly and neck muscles tightening and loosening.
She came for a minute and Ashish felt his half-limp dick give a twitch again, turned on by the magnificent view of his wife coming hard. Once she was done, Radha pushed Raj and his vibrator away and curled into the fetal position, panting hard.
Raj forcibly lifted her off the couch and made her stand up. Radha gave in without protest, but Ashish noticed that her thighs were trembling and she held Raj’s hand for support. He pushed her back forward, so that now she was bent over, with her hands on the sofa’s armrests, and then he paused, doing something to his cock out of Ashish’s view. A few seconds later, he realized Raj had been putting a condom on his cock.
As Radha stood with her hips thrust out, bent forward, Ashish saw that her thighs and hips were still trembling a little from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Babe… you want to drink the cum?” Nitya asked, nonchalantly.
“No… need to fuck Radha’s slim booty first… ” You guys go have another round… get more of his semen in you,” Raj said, turning around to look at Nitya and Ashish, one hand grabbing Radha’s left hip as he spoke.
