Hello readers! I am married for the past six years and blessed with two children. I am not an oldie, mind you folks, I am only thirty years old. I got married at an early age, when I was just twenty-four (it was a norm in our family). This incident happened on one of our trips to a relative’s village. I and my family went to the village, which was a little hamlet by the sea, midway between Chennai and Pondicherry. As our car entered the house, I could see Nirmala and her hubby Senthil standing there to welcome us. My wife’s sister, Nirmala (Nimi, to all of us and hence forth to you all) was two years junior, to my wife in college. Soon after my wife’s graduation, we were married. Right from the beginning, I could sense that Nimi was a bold and outgoing type in sharp contrast to my wife. I always look forward to visit them which was usually once in a month, because it was so much fun being with her. No hanky panky people, just some “silumishum” (a Tamil word, just because I could not think, of the right word for it in English. Readers you would find such words through out this narration, I would do my best to translate. And I need all the help here, please mail me with a suitable word or phrase.) After Nimi graduated, she got a job in Bangalore and fell in love with his colleague, and got married a year later. Senthil’s father was a fisherman and I could guess that they were moderately wealthy, judging by the size of their house in contrast to the surrounding houses. I think he was also the village elder, because all the people who happened to cross their house would stop by to wish him. Their house was a stones throw from the sea shore and my kids hardly entered the house, instead they rushed towards the beach.
“Machan” (brother-in-law), this is how Senthil addresses me and I reciprocate similarly, he chided me saying that at least now we found the time to visit their family. I told him that we could not do it before because we had our own busy schedules. We went in search of our wife’s, who were busy with the kids at the beach. After a sumptuous meal of “meen columbu” (fish curry), “vanjaram meen fry” (fish fry), we retired for a afternoon nap. But my kids would hear nothing of it, they wanted to go out and play in the wet sand. I wouldn’t blame them, if I was a rumbustious five and two year old, I would do the same thing. But Senthil’s father promised to take them on a boat trip in the evening if they took a nap. This satisfied them to an extent, but not before the usual barrage of questions. Well if you have kids you would know, for a sample, the questions were something like this “is the boat big like the Titanic? And what would we do if it goes under water (I think he meant, sink, which was not part of my two year olds vocabulary, yet). We all had a good laugh.
In the evening we went to a place which was some distance from their house, where there was a big catamaran, and powered by a Yamaha engine. Senthil’s father after some haggling with the owner regarding the price for a round trip (I could hear faintly that the owner of the boat was saying something about the cost of diesel going up), informed us all to get inside. It was big and four people had to push it in, after the engine started it cut through the water like a knife. Two minutes into the ride, I thought about this perspective of life, what was a huge catamaran on the shore was now only a tiny insignificant speck in this mighty ocean, and our life’s journey is similar to it, in this world. “Hey, this is an article for indiansexstories3.com,” I could hear you readers shouting, “not philosophy.com”. Ok, ok I am getting their. Soon we lost sight of the shore and we could see a lot of power boats returning to the shore with the days catch, I should say weeks catch, because some of the fisherman are returning after staying for so long at sea. All this and other facts were narrated by Senthil’s father and my kids could not have enough of it, they were fascinated and thrilled. When we returned our legs were wobbly and it was slightly difficult for us to walk on the soft sand. After some more time at the beach we were all so tired from the day’s activity, even my kids didn’t object when suggested that we go have dinner as it was getting late.
It got pretty dark soon and since it was a small hamlet there were only a few street lights and there were no fancy neon lights or bright lights of the malls and supermarkets. It was pitch dark and the ocean which was only a few meters away, could only be heard, not seen. After dinner the kids stayed with “Thaatha/Paatty” (grandpa/grandma), in the room on the ground floor, while we went upstairs. Senthil informed us that the first floor was constructed only recently after their marriage. There were two rooms one of which they occupied, whenever they come down from Bangalore and the other served as a guest room. A common veranda was in between the two rooms and a stair case adjoining it. Nimi suggested that we take the guest room, but I told her that I would prefer to sleep in the veranda. Having spent most of my life in the city and its claustrophobic atmosphere, I wanted to relish this open air freedom. “Mama”, (brother-in-law, Nimi always addresses me this way) “you are going to regret it later”, she giggled, the significance of it, which I failed to grasp. Suddenly it flashed through me, mosquito menace, so I told her to go and get some “Tortoise” (a brand of mosquito repellent). As soon as I said this both my wife and Nimi burst out laughing, this was ended by a comment from my wife “makku” (stupid).
As Nimi left, I asked my wife as to what was so funny. My wife drew me near and said that we would not be having any privacy sleeping in the veranda. Oh! So that’s what all this was about. I grabbed my wife’s arm and I took her to the far corner of the open terrace were we could be alone. She expected some smooching, but I told her that I have to talk about something that happened in the afternoon. She became curious and I told her that she should not interrupt till I finish. I told my wife that as we were lying in bed during the afternoon, and before going to sleep, Senthil was casually standing their and chatting with us, and suddenly he turned his head towards my wife and his eyes stayed fixed on her for a brief moment. After that I saw him blushing and he ended the conversation saying that we should be tired and left us. I became curious as to what caused this sudden blushing and so I walked to the spot where he was standing and I could see the reason. From that vantage point I was treated to a glorious cleavage show of my wife. I told her that even though I have seen her completely naked, the position she was lying in, the amount of flesh, and the color of the dress all had such a erotic mix, that I had a instant hard on. And no wonder the poor guy had to leave in a hurry.
My wife apologized and said that she will be more careful in the future. More careful, what nonsense are you talking and do you want me to miss all this fun. My wife was slightly taken aback by my revelation. I told her that I enjoyed and before she could say another word, the devil was back with the mosquito repellent coils. Surprised to find us in a corner of the terrace, Nimi asked whether she had come at the wrong time. I told her that this was the second time she had done that. She went on the defensive saying that, she entered just now and she would not try to eavesdrop on her sister. I laughed and said, what I meant was that, she had come at the wrong time twenty five years ago during birth and now was the second time. She said “kollupu” (which literally means “fat”, our bodies’ energy reservoirs. Its English equivalent is beyond me). Nimi then bought some straw mat and pillows for us to lie down and lit a few repellent coils. We made our self comfortable, and Nimi went downstairs as her hubby was calling her. Just as she was about to alight the flight of stairs, I called and said, to take her time and not to be back in a hurry. She said that she understood, as she was not a “tube light” (dull person) like me. I told her that how could I understand all the “double meaning” talk between sisters, as I was a pious man. She shot back saying then how could a pious man be the father of two “nandus” (crabs) running around the house. I then raised both my hands upwards and said that’s all “kadavul sayal” (GOD’S doing) and I had no part in it. Both of them had a hearty laugh at my joke.
As soon as I made sure that Nimi had gone down, I grabbed my wife and planted a kiss on her lips. She pushed me back and continued the conversation we had at the terrace. She wanted to know whether I was joking, when I said that I enjoyed thinking about what happened in the afternoon. I said the answer to your question is here, and took her hand to my groin area and planted it firmly, so that she could grasp the full extent of the answer (pun intended). I stared to kiss all over her face and in between my kisses she was asking me what I would do, if somebody took advantage of her and was caressing her all over. I continued to do what I was doing and told her that would be fine with me, as long as both of you are enjoying. She was determined to get to the bottom of this, as she continued to ask a lot of other silly but erotic questions. She said that the other person might want to suck and squeeze and nibble at her breasts and my reply was “Yeah, why not? Let him do”. Then she continued, what will happen if he wants to proceed further, my reply was the same. By now I had inserted my hand into her saree (dress)
And was moving towards the mound and was surprised to meet with her wet panties. Now I understood that she was not picking my brains with these questions but rather enjoying them. With this insight, I got bolder and told her that I would like to see my wife enjoying herself with another man, a stranger, and particularly with a “kramathu kattan” (rustic villager).
I told her that these “kattan’s” had nice long and dark ones (it was my imagination, at least I hoped so). And I would love to see one of those things inside my wife. She did not say a word of protest our was shy to hear such talk from her husband, which indicated a seal of approval for me, to proceed. I told her that I would love to hear her moans and grunts as the “kattan” was filling her and satisfying her completely. Just then we parted as we heard foot steps and saw Senthil entering and I casually remarked that, here comes a “kattan”. This remark of mine bought a smile to my wife’s face as this word is always used in a derogatory way. I had more than intended it to be a joke, as I was subtly indicating to my wife. Whether she got my point or not I could not tell. Nimi was also back, carrying water for us to drink for the night. All of us were chatting casually, sitting there in the dark of the night, and I wanted to make the most of this situation. My wife was in heat and also I knew that Nimi was a instant geyser, a sensuous touch is all that’s needed for her. (I am talking from experience, the numerous “silumishums” before her wedding). Now the only person left was Senthil. I wanted to plant some kinky thoughts into him and I had to speak to him in private away from the girls, and suddenly I remembered that we did not have a smoke the whole day. I said “machan” lets go for a smoke.
Senthil got a packet from his bag and we went to the far corner of the terrace away from the girls. As we lit up a cigarette, Senthil narrated an incident, when he was caught red handed by his father who could clearly see the red glow from the cigarette in this pitch black darkness. Then he asked me whether I liked the village, because you city folks would find it all boring here. I honestly told him that this would be a nice way to unwind from the busy schedule of city life and the kids would kill me if I don’t bring them again for their next holidays. Now was the chance I was waiting for, I told him that my wife loved it very much as she has a fantasy involving a village. Senthil was curious and asked me about it. I told him my wife would kill me if I told to someone. Even before he could plead I continued, saying that, it was one of my wife’s fantasy to make love to a “kattan” from a village (of course I lied). I paused for the effect to sink in and asked him to keep it a secret. I turned away from him as I wanted him to think that I could not read his mind or his intentions. But from the corner of my eyes I could see the effect of my dirty work and I smiled to myself. I faced the sea and took a few deep breaths and said that the air is so brazing up here. We finished our smoke and Senthil was silent the whole time and I didn’t want to disturb him.
We found the girls still chatting, and we joined them and there was nothing more for me to do except to wait and see how things unfold. After ten minutes or so Nimi said that she was going to get blankets for us and went into their room. I volunteered to help and followed her, she bent down to pick up the blankets which was kept under the cot and I patted her on her bum. She stood up rubbing her bum and with a coy smile said that she would tell her sister all about this. I told her to go ahead as I was not afraid of her sister and in fact challenged her that I would hug her and give her a kiss. She said only in my dreams, as I could not muster the courage to do it. With this I took hold of her and gave a kiss fully on her lips and I let her go after a few moments. But to my surprise I found that she neither moved from the spot nor opened her eyes to leave. Again I hugged her and this time boldly kissed her on the lips, James Bond style. It must have been for a full two minutes, I sucked her tongue and probed deep inside her. As I had more than this planned for the night, I intended not to stop with this. I gently let go of her and she opened her eyes, I smiled and once again bought her close to me and kissed her neck just below her ear lobes. With this I started to collect the blankets and left the room. (This, I had read somewhere, that if you plan to seduce some one don’t stop with a kiss. Because a kiss is wholesome, the beginning and the end of things, nothing more and nothing less. There is nothing to suggest that you are going to proceed beyond a kiss. On the other hand the receiver would be content with this kiss. To take things far into the night, indicate that the act is to be continued and not a full stop. That’s why I kissed her neck).
As we came out and placed the blankets on the mat, I found my wife asking all sorts of questions about the life and hardships of being a fisherman, which Senthil was answering with all sincerity. Suddenly she looked up at us and asked, what took so long and Nimi answered without missing a beat that all the blankets had to be dusted ( I warned you about her and for my part I would have mumbled for an answer). This satisfied my wife and she continued her conversation with Senthil. After some time, I don’t really know what time of the night it was, Senthil indicated that he was sleepy and wished us a good night and went to his room. We were talking for some more time and were starting to feel the deadly attack of the mosquitoes. Nimi found out that due to the strong breeze the coils have burnt up quickly and she went again downstairs to fetch some more coils for us. I took this opportunity and pointed out to my wife that she could stay in Senthil’s room as the new coils might take some time to take effect. I thought she would object saying that she did not want to disturb him, but to my surprise she took the bait and went. I hoped that everything would proceed smoothly. Now my job was to keep this Nimi occupied so that, my wife and Senthil could take their own time to get into the act (I was quite sure they would). Nimi came with more coils and lighted it up and placed one in all four corners. I asked her to give me company as her sister was in the room resting till such time these coils could do their job. I took another cigarette and lit it up and started to chat with her. Just then we heard Nimi’s mother-in-law calling from downstairs. She was inquiring as to why we had not gone to sleep and was everything comfortable. I took this opportunity to sneak past the room to a side window through which I could see all that was happening inside.
Senthil was fully awake and was chatting with my wife, who was lying on the bed in a reclining position with a hand to support her head. From here I could tell that she was much more generous in the cleavage show than in the afternoon, though I could only guess as the window was on the other side. Nimi came up and was about to enquire what I was doing by the side of the window, when I motioned her to remain silent by putting a finger on my lips. She tiptoed to the place where I was and we were both silently listening to their conversation. Nimi had to slightly bend to see through the window as she was shorter and she was watching from the bottom half. I found her ass highly tempting as I wanted to touch it, but restrained myself till the action inside heated up. Senthil was asking my wife whether there were any interesting things from their college days, and to tell her particularly about any incidents involving Nimi. My wife was reluctant, and she said that she could not betray her sister. Senthil was pleading now, but my wife was cleaver to turn the tables back on him saying that she would say, provided if he disclosed some secrets of his life before marriage. I whispered in Nimi’s ear “This is going to be interesting.”
Well Senthil took some time and my wife reminded him that she was waiting. He blurted out saying that there was this girl called “Kokila”, from his class and he had a soft corner for her. They would meet every day and things got better and better with them and one day he fondled her in a remote place. The girl ran away in shyness and the next day he showed her his now erect and poking manhood which was inside his trousers and in a boyish charm told her “IT was not listening to him, and was up all day and he did not know what to do about it”. Me and Nimi almost burst out laughing, but controlled it with great restraint. Meanwhile my wife was laughing heartily and asking him to go on. Now I was confident that I could place my hand on Nimi’s ass, but some how I could not muster the courage and instead I placed it on her back. Nimi’s whole body reacted to it by coming forward as if to receive my hand and it was pure instinct and I am quite sure that she was not conscious of it. Then I slowly slid my hand down to her ass and rested as a weary traveler finding his destination.
Senthil then told to my wife that he had a crush on any female with a fair skin. Because apart from the movies he has not seen a fair skinned girl either in his village our surrounding villages. My wife asked him what was so special about skin color and how did him then managed to fall in love with Nimi who was dark skinned. (Here I should say that my wife is very fair and Nimi well you could say coffee brown. At this minute Nimi was angry that they were commenting on her, but she decided to silently follow their conversation.) Senthil said that she was the only girl who falls in his net and he has to live with the consequence. They laughed at this joke. Then Senthil continued saying that if you had a fair complexion you could “uru-ya valachu podalam” (all the village people will be at your feet). My wife was now lying on her back and her “munthanai” (top of her saree), was way off the mark and was not covering what it was supposed to cover. I think cramps must have set in her hands since trying to support her head for so long. I whispered in Nimi’s ear; see how your conservative sister is lying in front of her brother-in-law. Meanwhile I had to make my moves too, so I leaned myself on the window and propped my leg on the window sill and lifted Nimi onto my lap so as to make a sort of chair for her. Nimi was also comfortable since she need not bend to see through the window. This also gave me access to her boobs and I was waiting for further action.
Now my wife motioned to Senthil to come and sit on the bed and continue with the rest of the story. As he sat on the bed my wife turned towards him and I could see that his hands were near her abdomen, I don’t think they were touching but was surely close enough to ignite. As this seen was unfolding inside I took my hand and cupped Nimi’s breasts, all I could make out was a gasp of air coming out of her. Then I slowly kissed on the back of her neck. I was holding Nimi with my other hand so that she would not fall off my lap, how I wished I had two more hands. I squeezed her breast and a faint moan escaped from her. I could not undress her, so my only access to her breast was through the top of the dress, which I did, only to feel the soft material of her bra. As I could not unhook the bra I lifted it fully over her breasts and had contact with the soft skin for the very first time. I started to knead her breast and pinched her nipple only to feel it rise in my hand. Suddenly it dawned on me that only my hands are tied up and Nimi’s hands are free and so I took my hand out, clutched her hand and placed in my groin area for her to explore. First she started feeling it only so lightly as if she was afraid to disturb the cuckoo’s nest.
Meanwhile my wife and Senthil were still mouthing some gibberish which I was not in the least bit concerned. But suddenly Senthil mentioned my name and I was all interested. He wanted to know whether there were any dark secrets of me. My wife said that she did not think so, because if there were any she must have known by now. Senthil said that “machan” need not have worried as he was fair, he would have been very confident that he would have a girl of fair complexion. But Senthil said that he could only dream off such girls to marry him. My wife laughed and as if to console him she put her hand on his and gently patted to reassure him. Seeing my wife’s hand on Senthil’s was like the stripes off a zebra, she was white and he was black. This color contrast was too much for me( I don’t know why it turned me on), I had my first orgasm. I think Nimi too felt it and she became bolder in exploring, as she was putting much more pressure and then she inserted her hand into my “lungi” (night dress). Her raw touch for the first time on my pubic area, instantly gave me a hard on. I whispered onto Nimi’s ear that she has a thick skinned husband, since my wife was putting out all the moves for him and this jack ass could not even take a initiative. I told Nimi that my wife was almost topless, she asked him to sit close to her and she also was touching his hand and this bum is sitting there as if he is going to “sanyasam” (becoming a priest by denouncing the world’s desires) tomorrow. Nimi giggled and turned her head towards me and kissed passionately. I was on cloud nine. I whispered that I wish I had a gun, then I could blow his balls out, for which Nimi replied “Mama, if you had a gun, please let me do the honors (of blowing his balls)”.
My wife got up and as she did her “munthanai” (top of her saree) slipped further down and was resting on her lap. Now she was only with her blouse and nothing to cover her breasts. Her blouse was not very low cut but you could see some decent bit of flesh. She immediately adjusted it and bought her “munthanai” to its proper place. Senthil is impotent, period, end of sentence, there could be no arguing. I even asked Nimi about this but her answer was that he must be shy. Now I lost all hope that they would ever make it at all, they might talk themselves into a deep sleep. I was not about to waste this chance; I told Nimi that we could go to the verandah and consummate our love. Nimi’s answer was disappointing at first but when I thought about it, I was filled with joy. Nimi said “Mama, we could do it any day, but this show is promising to be better than that. I would love to watch and I would give you the pleasures whenever you please”. As soon I found out this was not a once in a life time offer, all my urge to have her in the same night vanished, and I was filled a deep sense of bonding towards her. I could not describe the feeling, because I do not know what it was. I took my hand out hugged her very tightly and felt that we were one.
Meanwhile my wife got up and went to the loo. We quietly slipped to the verandah and pretended to be talking. Senthil came out and I asked him why was he awake. He said that he was sleeping and was suddenly woken up and came out to see since he heard some one talking. Nimi said that I could not fall asleep and she was keeping me company. With this he again wished us good night and went back to the room. I told Nimi that your husband is a good liar and he does everything well except one thing. As soon as he went in, we again took our position by the window. My wife was back and asked him whether we (me and Nimi) were asleep. He hesitated for a moment to answer and said yes. My wife took her position on the bed (poor dear) and was staring at the ceiling; I presume she was planning her next move.
At last, the idiot suggested something intelligent. Senthil told to my wife that he could close the door so as to prevent the mosquitos from entering the room. My wife said ok and he shut the door. Thinking of what to do next or say both of tem were silent, and this was the longest period of a second that I felt in my entire life. We all were waiting, and it was my wife who broke the silence. She asked Senthil where Kokila was. was she married. He replied that she has married and was settled in another hamlet not far from here. As he was speaking he occupied the same place in the bed as before without any prompt from my wife. She also got a little bolder this time and as he sat by her side she took his hand in hers as if too read his palm. She said that his hands were so rough, and asked him as to why they were so? Senthil replied that he has to pull a lot of rope to haul the net in as the boats come at the end of the day. My wife placed his palm on her cheeks and said again that it was so rough. Nimi murmured in my ear, “Well done sister”. Then she took his hand and placed it on her breast and then got up. This time her “munthanai” stayed in place and she deliberately pulled it down for Senthil to see her beautiful body. She then took both his hands and placed them first on her shoulders and then slowly guided them to her breasts. He rubbed it slightly first on the material of the blouse and then at the naked area of flesh.
Sensing his intentions my wife unhooked her blouse and opened up to show him her booty/beauty. He squeezed on top of the bra and then my wife took her hands behind to unhook her bra. The thought that Senthil is going to see her naked breasts for the first time sent a chill over my body and made me breathless and I think I skipped a beat. As the bra was unhooked, my wife proceeded to remove fully her blouse and the bra. Now all of us had a uninterrupted view. Senthil was still rubbing and squeezing her and then he proceeded to suck her nipples. My wife was moaning in pleasure as he was taking his time to enjoy it fully and thoroughly and alternating between her breasts. I could hear my wife pleading with him to gently bite her nipples and to chew on it, which Senthil complied, but before that he pushed, to lie her down on the bed. As he was chewing on the nipple, he roamed his hands on her abdomen and went down to her mound. The saree my wife was wearing was a hindrance and he slowly proceeded to remove it by taking the portion that was tucked inside the “pavadai” (petticoat). He pushed aside the remaining saree with his hand and there was a clear view of my wife’s mound through the petticoat. Now it was my wife who undid the knot to release the “pavadai” and Senthil’s hand was free, roaming inside. I could feel that he was touching the wet panties which was a few hours back only for my pleasure. My wife lifted his t-shirt and he removed it for her.
She was examining his biceps, and softly touching his chest and nipples. He clasped her hand and squeezed it over his chest indicating that he wants her to do the same. My wife took the hint and did to his liking as was evident from his moaning. Then she did some thing strange which she had never done to me. She licked his nipple and chewed on it as if it were jelly. Senthil’s moaning could be heard audibly now and she did this to both his nipples. She then slid her hand down and felt his penis for the first time. He then stood up and undid the “lungi” allowing it to fall to the ground. We all could see that his penis was erect and waiting to come out of the only garment covering his body. My wife got up and sitting upright pulled him close to her and we could only make out from her movements that she was kissing him on the penis over his underwear. (Dear Readers don’t be fooled by appearance; if your wife is conservative it’s only one side of the coin. Be sure to look into the other side.)
She proceeded to kiss his thighs and the inner thighs and was going mad on him all over his body. I could give my arm to see from the other side what she was doing, but me and Nimi have to be satisfied with this. Then she pulled his underwear and let it fall to the ground. From the moments silence of my wife I could guess that the member was huge. Senthil pulled my wife over his naked flesh and made her to kiss again. This time with no underwear I think she was enjoying more and was kissing like hell. But as luck would favor us, Senthil turned sideways and for the first time I had a glimpse of his penis. Bigger than mine definitely, but I have seen bigger ones in porno movies. Nimi confided in me that she could never get it fully in, and this was some irritation in their sexual life. Now I could see my wife not only kissing all over his groin area, she lifted his penis up so that she could have access to his bean bags. She was licking and kissing all over his BB and the finale was what surprised us the most. Nimi looked at me as we were both stunned and thrilled and exited at the same time. Senthil had his first orgasm and squirted it all over her hair as his penis was lifted up. He apologized profusely and said that it was an accident and never expected to come so quickly.
Now my wife stood up and removed her “pavadai” completely and was standing only in her panties. She grabbed his head and bent it down indicating that she wants him to go down on her. Senthil again kissed and squeezed her breasts and went down on her kissing all the way. As my wife was standing she spread her legs giving him more access to her inner thighs, which he kissed and licked. She was not satisfied with this, as she said to him to bite into her flesh. First slowly, then as he heard my wife’s moans and grunts he bit her rather forcibly, drawing more moans and grunts. As he finished with one spot and proceeded to another, we could clearly see the red love marks. She could take it no longer as she voluntarily pulled her panties down and Senthil helped it all the way down. He placed his mouth on her vagina and started to suck and lick it to the swaying motion of my wife. Even Nimi was seeing my wife totally nude for the first time. She pushed his head away and lied down on the cot, not lengthwise but across it so that her legs were dangling by the side of the bed, and motioned him to come between her legs. Before he could come into this position I had a last glimpse of the only asset in this world that I could call my own. From his head movements we could see that he was licking deep inside her vagina and my wife confirmed it by having an orgasm. They stood up and he propped a pillow over her back and made her to lie down lengthwise on the cot. I guessed that he was going for the missionary style.
But I thought my wife is not a great fan of this style, as she prefers to watch the action, the thing going in and out, and something as big as his she wouldn’t miss it for anything in this world. As I guessed she told him to wait and she sat up and asked him to place another pillow and sat on it and spread her legs wide. He was kneeling in-between her legs and we could see the penis glistening in all its full glory. As my wife was comfortable sitting, she gave him a nod to enter. Nimi was surprised to see it fully disappear into her lovely sister’s pussy that a small shudder passed over Nimi’s body accompanied by goose pimples breaking out all over her skin. For my part I lost track of the number of my current orgasm, seeing my wife’s cunt fully swallowing a huge cock. First he gently glided it in and out and sure like a steam engine picking up speed. I felt the whole earth move or was it my imagination. I was just a spectator of this love making between my wife and her brother-in-law, but some how as Nimi said, this show is promising to be better than the real thing. From their grunts and moans it was clear that an explosion was very near and Senthil was the one to blow the lid first, as he was beginning to slow down, but my wife pulled him and took the full force of it to reach her climax. They lay in each others arms for a while before dosing off to sleep. Me and Nimi kissed for a full minute and what happened between us, well, use your imagination. It’s not that hard to imagine.