I sighed and looked at my watch. I had to kill two more hours before I can pick up my hubby from his office and go home. I was in the movie theater and trying to enjoy watching a brainless action thriller.
I took leave that day to meet my college friends.
There were four of us, horny and lusty girls. We bunked classes, pulled pranks, and enjoyed unlimited fucking. Only Priya was shy, orthodox, and different from us. She was very tall, beautiful and had a fantastic figure. But she never allowed her boyfriend to take liberties with her other than kissing and boob-squeeze.
Now, Priya had become the sex goddess, fucked more cocks than all the rest of us combined. All of us were married, only my hubby Raj and Priya’s hubby were liberal, and encouraged us to fuck and have kinky experiences. My other two friends fuck behind their hubbies’ backs.
We had a great time. We laughed and recalled all our mischievous deeds – how we fucked behind water tanks on the terrace, masturbated cocks with a blank face during lectures, how we sucked cocks under the dining tables in restaurants. We exchanged notes about our sexual exploits.
Priya of course was the star, with thousands of cocks under her belt..or in her cunt. I shared my sexcapades too. My other two friends had led relatively sober lives.
After lunch, we all hugged, kissed, and bid farewells. Priya left to catch a flight to Canada, and the other two left for their hometowns. I had a few hours to kill and walked into this theater.
I thought that taking a stroll in the shopping mall might be more enjoyable and was about to get up when whispers on my right side caught my attention. I looked and saw a young man and his girlfriend engaged in a fierce argument. They were sitting in the same row, six seats away from me. Only we three were sitting in this row.
Suddenly, the screen became bright, as the night scene was over. I saw his long, thick beautiful cock. He was trying to coax her to suck, and she angrily refused! She got up in a huff, and hissed, “Fuck yourself” and walked out. I had to push back my seat back to allow her to pass me.
I looked at that young man. He was tall, handsome in a chocolate boy way. He had a thick mop of hair. When he looked around as he pushed his cock back into his jeans and zipped, I looked at the screen.
He sighed, got up, and walked towards me, and this time, I did not push back my seat and my knees were in the way. He said, “Excuse me,” and expected me to allow him to pass. I gestured to him to sit next to me.
I asked him, “What was that all about?”
He said in a dejected tone, “Even God can’t understand women. She was the one who suggested that we should go to a movie and have fun and then suddenly, she flares up and walks out.”
He jumped a foot in his seat when I asked him, “Has she given you blowjobs before? Or were you forcing her against her will?”
He stammered, “She has given me BJs many times, she loves sucking.”
The world is full of masochists who love punishing themselves and enjoying it, and many happened to be seated in the rows in front and back, enjoying the punishment that the movie was churning out, and they said, ” Hushhhh.”
I got up and walked out and he followed suit. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt as we were going out. And by the time we were seated in the empty food court, his eyes were glued to my thunder thighs and ample bosom.
My best feature was my thighs – supple and strong, developed by vigorous tennis games. After my son Ajay was born, I bounced back into shape, thanks to my doctor and Raj.
If anything, after delivery, I became sexier, if the kind of sexier and hungrier looks of men, is a testimony. My milky boobs had become larger, and they moved sensually even when I walked carefully (which I don’t, I love teasing cocks).
We studied each other. I instantly liked him. He had large liquid eyes and long eyelashes any girl would die to have. An aquiline nose and very sensuous lips made him irresistible. I wondered why his girlfriend would walk away from him.
He was courteous and gentlemanly and it was not just a front. He had a healthy respect for women, I felt. When I was openly flaunting my cleavage and flirting, he was aroused but he was not taking liberties.
I saw my reflection in the mirror from behind him. I was always swarmed by boys, even from pre-school days, and enjoyed every minute of it. I have a glowing, marble-like complexion like Kareena Kapoor. All the boys wanted to kiss my pink pouting lips. Then I developed amazing curves to the horror of mom, jealousy of my friends, and joy of boys.
I was lazy and my dad pushed me to tennis classes and the tennis practice developed sexy and toned thighs and legs. Priya would say that my “thunder thighs” were my best feature but all the boys and men who fucked me differed on which part of my anatomy was the sexiest.
One man told me that I was capable of making men cum with my eyes and seductive smile. Another said that my deep navel was like a chalice and best suited for sipping wine. Of course, all were crazy about my boobs and nipples.
But, I agree with my hubby Raj. He says that the sexiest part is my mind, it keeps my cunt and other holes going and going. Once, I engaged eight cocks for three days, non-stop. That marathon fucking amazed them, their balls were drained of the last drop of cum but I was still as enthusiastic and energetic as when we started.
Meanwhile, the boyfriend guy brought two cups of coffee and some snacks. As we sipped, I extended my hand and placed it on his hand. I could almost sense the electric current pass through his body and his cock gave a kick.
I flashed my seductive smile and said, “Don’t worry. Tomorrow your girlfriend will say sorry and you will make up.”
He gave a sad smile and said, “What about now? I am so horny and hard.”
I looked at my watch and said, “We still have 45 minutes. Come on.” I pulled him by hand and I looked around, no one was there.
We quietly went into the restroom and rushed into the restroom reserved for handicapped persons. It was spacious. We kissed eagerly. I was also quite horny, my panty was soaked with my cunt juices. We were kissing as he removed my shirt impatiently. He almost tore it.
I stepped out of my jeans, and he also was naked from the waist down. I pushed him onto the toilet cover, his thick and long cock was staring at the ceiling with its single eye.
I strode on him and slowly slid my wet cunt on his hot throbbing cock. He moaned softly as it slid and went in full, he grabbed my tit and sucked. His eyes widened in surprise as warm milk filled his mouth.
I smiled and said, “That is a bonus for you.”
I started riding his cock with full force and vigour. Over the years, I mastered the art of cunt muscle control. I can milk the cock like you draw milk from a cow’s teat. I tighten the muscles and pull.
Even I was finding it difficult to control my moans of pleasure at that time. He stuffed my panty in my mouth. He kept drinking my milk and giving upward thrusts. We lost track of time and suddenly, I remembered and looked at my watch.
“My god, we have only ten minutes left. You have to cum,” I removed the panty from my mouth and told him.
“In this position, I can’t cum so soon,” he said and made me bend on the washbasin stand and pushed his cock glistening with my juices in one stroke. Involuntarily, I gasped loudly.
Then he fucked so hard and so fast. With each thump, the air from my lungs was expelled and my feet were literally lifted from the ground. He held my waist in both hands and banged harder, harder…but he was unable to cum.
I had a few tricks up my sleeve. I cupped his balls and gently pressed them delicately. It is an art – like, acupressure. If you handle it properly, you can make men cum. And he filled my cunt with loads of cum!
I used the toilet paper to wipe my cunt, flushed it in the toilet, quickly put on clothes, arranged my hair, and went out. He followed me after a few minutes – not a moment too soon.
Within seconds, people started streaming out. We walked silently, my cunt was still on fire, as was his cock.
Our session was good but I needed another two hours of hard pounding from his cock. He also was quite horny but was naturally hesitant to ask any further favors. He accompanied me to my car and we hugged and bid goodbye. He thanked me fervently.
As I unlocked the door, I hesitated, turned, and asked him, “Do you have any place?”
His face glowed like a thousand-watt bulb and he said, “Yes, my uncle’s house. He is not in town. I have the key but it is about one hour drive from here.”
I told him to hop in and called Raj. He answered on the first ring and said, “Honey, give me fifteen minutes. I will square up and come down.”
I told him, “Darling, we fucked in the restroom. But I want to have a long session with him and he has keys to his uncle’s house. Uncle is not in town. Can you manage the kid? I will come home late in the night.”
Raj didn’t hesitate a second and said, “Sure, darling. Enjoy. If it is getting late, sleep-over. Don’t drive late at night.”
We were very fortunate that our neighbour Radha aunty loved my son Ajay and Ajay also accepted her and she pampered him. She stayed alone and relished my son’s company. It suited us well, as we could leave him with her for many hours.
My heart filled with joy, what did I do to deserve such an angel in human form, as a husband?
I said, “Love you, darling, muuaahhhh. I will keep in touch. Don’t worry.”
Raj was initially quite worried and tense when I went for fuck parties or fucked with strangers. Later, he told me that he realized that I was an excellent judge of men and cocks and that I can protect and defend myself if the need arises.
When I was putting on my seat belt, he asked me, “Don’t you think we should introduce ourselves?”
I burst out laughing. Here we were, we did not know each other’s name and yet knew each other very well, in the fuck sense.
I shook his hand and told him, “I am Ishika. I am married and have a two-year-old son.”
He smiled and said, “I am Jayesh, I am nearly twenty, B.Tech second year. I stay in the hostel.”
During the long drive, he was responsibly aggressive. When there was traffic or tricky roads, he folded hands and was well behaved.
The moment we were in the clear stretch, he would push hands between my thighs and into the shirt, playing with my boobs and nipples and fingering my cunt. I undid the zip of my jeans and my panty was in my bag. I would play with his cock.
By the time we reached his uncle’s house, I was pouring and he was uncontrollably horny. As soon as we entered his uncle’s house, he pounced on me like a hungry tiger and I responded like a bi***h in heat.
He tore off my shirt, too impatient to unbutton and pulled off my jeans, and threw me on the settee.
I also unbuckled and pulled off his pants while he stripped off his shirt…and we fucked like animals. He was deliciously rough, squeezed and pinched my nipples and pounded my cunt like a sledge-hammer.
He kept changing positions from missionary to doggy and I rode him for some time – it was like a roller-coaster ride. I moaned, and screamed and gave hardback thrusts – the clapping of our crotches was like loud pistol shots.
When he fucked me in doggy, he slapped my buttocks hard. Later, he told me that he was super excited by the ripe tomato-like welts on my buttocks.
Finally, after I achieved several orgasms, he buried cock deep inside my cunt, hugged me tight, and let go several spurts of hot lava. We collapsed panting and gasping.
He cleaned my cunt with a tissue, kissed, and lay beside me. we were looking at the ceiling until our breathing returned to normal.
He left for about ten minutes and I thought he went to the washroom. But he returned with omelets, toasts, several snacks, and hot coffee. I gratefully accepted, I didn’t realize I was famished.
After we had our fill, we lay on the bed, hugging, and kissing and I realized that I had fallen in love, the second time. Jayesh had all the sterling qualities of Raj, same polite, decent behaviour, fucking like an animal or a tender lover, sensing my mood.
Raj is a six-footer, handsome like a Bollywood star, with rippling muscles and a dashing smile to make women swoon and faint. Jayesh was just a normal teenager around the block with infinite charm and innocence.
This time Jayesh took his time, sucked my tits, and kissed and licked every inch of my body. He licked my cunt for ages, patiently as I shivered as orgasm after orgasm hit me. I had to pull him by his hair and order him to fuck me.
His fucking was leisurely, savoring each moment and he built up-tempo like a seasoned violinist. He played with my erotic zones as if he knew me for a long time.
He fucked and fucked and fucked until I melted and was fully content. Then he fucked hard and filled my cunt with his hot cum.
As I kissed him, I realized that he was keener to see that I was satisfied rather than seek his own pleasure. Men rarely do that.
It was getting late, so we started back. He hugged me tenderly and was kissing on my cheeks. On our return journey, he was more like a love-bitten youngster rather than a horny teenager.
I dropped him at his hostel and he didn’t kiss me as he waved since he didn’t want the warden and his friends to get a whiff. I also waved and drove off. When I got out of the car, I found a paper on the passenger seat.
He wrote, “I can’t express my feelings. Thanks a lot for everything. Please call me if you wish to.. and then his mobile number… lots of love, Jayesh.”
Even as I was opening the lift door, Raj opened our flat door and hugged me. I knew he was a bit tense, though he didn’t admit it. Ajay had gone to sleep.
I had a quick shower and over dinner, I told Raj all the details, how it started, how he fucked, etc. I was like a small girl who went to Disney land and pouring out all the details excitedly to her best friend.
Raj was listening raptly, he was as excited as I was. By the time I concluded, he was super horny and fucked me wildly.
As we lay on the bed, hugging, kissing, and looking into each other’s eyes, he said quietly, “You are in love with him.”
Raj was not jealous or angry. He just told as a matter of fact. I blushed and I was shy. I, a conqueror of all the cocks that I desired and a queen of a vast sexual kingdom, actually blushed. I think I last blushed when Raj proposed to me.
I recovered quickly and said, “You always said that you wished one more man loves me as much as you do and I also love him as much as I love you. You dreamed that you both fuck me at the same time.”
Raj smiled and said, “Yes, darling, I think Jayesh fits the bill.”
I held his face in both hands, looked into his eyes, and said, “Darling, let us meet him. If you have a single bad vibe about him, let us drop it.”
I basked in his love and a warm hug and drifted into sleep.
****
Jayesh was waiting for me excitedly in the restaurant. There were cubicles with four chairs and a table and a curtain. Raj booked one for us. The privacy was broken only by the waiter and he can be bribed not to interrupt.
I parted the curtain and entered. Jayesh got up with a big smile, rushed, and hugged me. There were genuine love and joy on his face.
I wore a sleeveless top and a skirt, without a panty. He cupped my boob and squeezed my buttock. He realized I didn’t wear a panty and his hard cock gave two more kicks. He suddenly moved away and said, “I have a surprise for you,” and presented a bouquet of beautiful roses.
I accepted with a smile and said, “I also have a surprise for you. Meet my husband Raj.” I parted the curtain and Raj came in. The blood drained from Jayesh’s face. He gulped hard and panicked.
Jayesh stammered, “I am sorry Raj, it is hard to explain. It is not Ishika’s fault, I suggested…”
Raj smiled and extended his hand, “Relax, Jayesh. Sit over there and we can talk over drinks.”
Jayesh nervously sat on the edge of the seat, I sat next to him and took his hand in mine, and pressed and patted to reassure him. He was looking at the tablecloth. I knew his cock had not only deflated but must have shrunk. Raj is an imposing figure, all muscles, and brawn.
I realized that I have to disappear for some time for the ice to break between them. I made a general statement that I was going to the restroom and would be back in a jiffy. I went out, strolled a few streets, and returned after ten minutes.
My heart was pounding as I parted the curtain. Will they get along well? Or will I find them looking at their mobile screens seriously?
I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw them laughing at some joke that Raj cracked and it was obvious they liked each other instantly.
The waiter already served the drinks and snacks. They were talking about the pranks that Jayesh pulled in his classes, cricket, and other topics. They did not even acknowledge my presence.
I asked them, “What were you talking about?”
Jayesh said, “College, cricket, and a little bit of politics.”
I looked at Jayesh angrily, “That’s all? You didn’t talk about me?”
Jayesh’s face turned beetroot red. He didn’t know what to say.
Raj laughed and said, “He only talked about you and nothing else. How kind you are, how beautiful and sexy, intelligent and all adjectives. It looks like he has fallen in love with you. When we heard you approaching, he changed the subject.”
I jumped in joy, hugged, and kissed Jayesh full-on lips. “Hmm, kiss me hard,” I said and pulled his hands and placed him on my boobs.
Jayesh was uncomfortable and pushed my hands away, and whispered, “Ishika, please, Raj is watching us.”
I looked at Raj and asked him, “Raj, darling. Do you terribly mind if Jayesh kisses me and plays with my boobs?”
Raj smiled and told Jayesh, “Jayesh, There are no secrets between Ishika and me. She told me everything. I am happiest when my Ishika is happy. So, go ahead and enjoy yourself with her. I will enjoy my drink.”
Jayesh relaxed a little bit and kissed me deeply and squeezed my boobs. I rubbed his cock on his pant. I could sense from the heat and hardness that he didn’t wear underwear.
We kissed for a few minutes and then Raj said, “I wish to give a toast. Then I can enjoy my drink and you can have your drinks and continue.”
We raised our glasses and Raj said, “Here, to the newfound love of my darling wife Ishika and Jayesh. May your love bloom forever.”
We clinked our glasses and sipped. Now, Jayesh was becoming bolder and talking to Raj while fondling my tit. Though my son Ajay emptied my milk tanks, again milk drops were oozing. In between, we were kissing.
Jayesh asked boldly, “Raj, is booze and milk compatible? Can I drink milk after I complete this drink? Ishika’s bra will become all wet, otherwise.”
We both laughed, and I got up and unbuttoned my shirt, pulled up my bra, and pushed one tit into Jayesh’s mouth. Jayesh gulped down his whisky in one go and latched onto my tit.
As Jayesh was sucking me, Raj and I continued talking as any couple would, seated in a restaurant and enjoy. This was quite an erotic experience for us both, or three of us.
An aged waiter came, kept the snacks on the table, and quietly left. For them, this was a routine thing. He just looked for a second at my tit and retreated. But, Jayesh was rattled. He said he has to go to the restroom and left in a hurry.
I adjusted my bra and buttoned shirt and asked Raj, “What is your intuitive feeling? Can he be trusted? Can he balance his love and maintain harmony, without being possessive?”
Raj leaned over the table and kissed me and said, “An emphatic yes to all, darling. I like him. He is the one I have been waiting for. After he returns, I will go out, tell him that he has my approval and he can be as free as if you both are alone.”
When Jayesh returned, he found us locked in an embrace and kissing fervently. I pushed Raj away and told him to go and have some fresh air, his breath had a pungent whisky odor. Raj smiled, patted on Jayesh’s shoulder and said something in Marathi, and left.
I kissed Jayesh and asked him curiously what Raj told him.
He laughed, pushed me into the seat, opened the zip and took out his cock and rubbed it on my lips, and said, “Raj asked me not to cum until he comes back. The challenge is that you will try to make me cum and I will resist until he returns. He is sure that I won’t last.”
I laughed. This was the type of crazy thing only Raj is capable of thinking. As I licked the shaft and took it in my mouth, I wondered what Raj’s game plan was. Did he want me to win or Jayesh? He should have given me a hint.
There was commotion from other cabins, girls shrieking in laughter, men groaning and girls moaning sounds were exciting.
I started sucking and he pushed his hands in my shirt and was pinching nipples and mauling my tits. If I employed my skills in blowjob, I was sure Jayesh would not last. So I was giving a regular blowjob, I was not even looking into his eyes. If I do that, many men told me that my sexy eyes make them cum.
After about ten minutes, Raj came, sat and watched us, and smiled approvingly.
He told, “Jayesh, You have passed the test. If you can resist Ishika’s sucking for ten minutes, you have good control. Please resume your seats and let us have a few more drinks and dinner.”
I said, “Raj, one of us has to drive.”
Raj smiled and said the purpose of his visit to the restroom was not to test us but to find a driver friend who fucked me and knew about us.
Now, Jayesh has become quite bold, and openly he started inserting fingers in my cunt and telling Raj how wet I was and how my cunt was screaming for a hard cock. Raj was also encouraging him to tickle my clit.
I was helpless, I kept flowing and flowing and Jayesh showed his fingers soaked in my juices and licked them. Raj asked him how is the taste? Jayesh said, “Yummy.” They were both driving me crazy. I wanted both cocks desperately.
I asked Jayesh, “Where is my drink?”
Jayesh came into this world and was embarrassed that he forgot common courtesy. He apologized and poured a drink for me.
As we were sipping, the old waiter came and took our food order. Our fondling activity was disrupted by the waiter who served food and left. When he was there, I arranged a table cloth over Jayesh’s cock but my hand movement was visible.
Since we needed both hands to have dinner, we postponed our activity.
Jayesh said hesitantly, “Raj, Ishika. I have to admit I fell in love with Ishika the moment I looked into her eyes in the movie theater. I knew she was elder to me and my love had no chance at all, and when her milk flowed into my mouth, whatever slim hopes I had, were dashed. She was not only married but has a kid also.
Then we had a mind-blowing fuck and we went to my uncle’s house. Every minute my love for her was growing, I felt helpless by the avalanche of love flooding me.
I thought I would never see my love again. In desperation, I left my mobile number but did not think I would ever get a call. Tell me, how all my dreams became a reality? I am still wondering if I am dreaming.”
I squeezed his balls tight until he almost screamed.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I smiled at him and said, “Instead of pinching, I squeezed your balls to assure you that you are not dreaming.”
Raj also smiled and said, “Jayesh, I love Ishika deeply, so deeply that I feel guilty that I am not giving her enough love. My angel deserves to be loved 24×7, not just when I am present. She needs to be cuddled, pampered, loved, and fucked.
Ishika loves fucking and has no inhibitions. So, I thought that one among the men would love her as much as I love her. I told her about my fantasy also. The hitch is that Ishika also should love that man as much as she loves me. We did not find such a man.
As you well know, most men are selfish, arrogant, and chauvinistic. They talk loosely about the women they fucked and none of them deserved an iota of Ishika’s love. Yesterday after Ishika returned, I found the same glow on her face and the same spark in her eyes when I proposed to her. Then I knew that we found our man.
But I had to see for myself if you really love Ishika or you just love her body and fucking. I have seen the same spark in your eyes when you kissed her. So, we welcome you to our home as an unofficial husband of Ishika.”
Jayesh’s eyes became moist, he was emotional as he hugged Raj and then me.
As we drove back, Jayesh was hugging and kissing me and I sucked his cock until we reached our home.
We arranged our clothes, I brushed my hair. Jayesh followed us a few feet back, as I unlocked our apartment door,
Raj knocked on Radha aunty’s door and she welcomed him. We could hear their conversation. He thanked her and she said pleasure was all hers, Ajay is such an adorable kid.
Raj laughed and said if she loves him so much we might leave the kid with her for a few days and then she would realize the naughty side of our adorable kid. She also laughed and said that she would be very happy to look after the kid any time.
He said good night. I took Ajay into my arms, kissed him, and tucked him into his small bed.
We were all horny. They ripped off my clothes and kissed me. I was in the seventh heaven as my two loving hubbies kissed, licked, and sucked me like there was no tomorrow.
I had to ask them to fuck me. I pushed Jayesh on his back and rode him. Raj applied gel in my ass and on his cock and slowly inserted and pushed. They fucked me in perfect co-ordination.
I moaned happily as they filled my holes at the same time with their thick wads of cum. Then I slept happily sandwiched between the two most handsome, sexy, and loving men.
Then corona started, but work from home was a boon for us.
The end.
Author’s note: I thank Ishika for sharing her fabulous experiences. Unlike, in my other stories, there was no need to add spice since the actual events are mind-boggling.
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Ishika has inexhaustible, exciting experiences and I would be happy to narrate her stories like a series, if readers welcome her story, enjoy and respond.
