A few weeks ago, my wife, Ritu, my kids, and I moved into a new house in a nice neighborhood. We are new to the area, having rented a house for a few months before buying this place. We are on the end of a cul-de-sac, and have two neighbors on either side.I work from home, which is really quite a sweet deal. It means I can take “quick sex” breaks from my workday. It means that I can work in whatever clothes I want…or even without any. My wife and I have sort of an agreement. Anytime I’m in the mood to have her suck me for a bit, all I have to do is call her.Now, that isn’t to say that my wife and I have a controlling relationship…not at all. In fact, I tend to be a bit more timid about things, especially the ones in the bedroom. We’ve been married going on 7 years, and have only recently really started to talk about what we like.One day, she told me that she liked it when she felt she wasn’t totally in control of things…that she had to do what I told her. It added an extra thrill to the experience. She also likes when I grab her by the hair while she’s sucking me, controlling how fast and how deep she sucks me. I must admit, it adds something for me, too. I try to be firm but not brutal with her, and she’s never complained about me pulling her hair too hard. Sometimes, I must admit, it’s hard to not get too carried away.
So, a bit of details about my wife. She’s rather short, at 5’1″, but has a gorgeous body. Her measurements (I had to ask her about these, since I had no idea what they were) are 38-25-34, and she fluctuates between a large D and a DD cup. She weighs 132, has creamy skin with freckles everywhere the sun touches, and has hair that has a wonderful mix of brown, red, and gold.She’s loosened up some in the past couple of years, letting me take revealing pictures of her. She even recently told me she might be willing to go to one of those glamour photography places to have erotic photos done for me by a professional. (Cross my fingers!)But I think probably the best thing about my wife is how she can suck me off. She had more experience than I did as a teenager, and has told me that I am larger and longer than most of the guys she dated. I’m not even really sure how to measure, but if you measure from the base along the top to the tip, I’m 8 inches long. My wife can take me all the way down. To go all the way, she has to be at a certain angle that requires we both be laying down, but even when she’s on her knees sucking me off, she can take me most of the way in. And the things she can do with her tongue while sucking me…I just can’t even describe them!
But enough about us, and on to what happened recently.So, she was out in our new front yard about a week ago, making plans for putting in some new flowers in the flowerbed along the sidewalk. The wife from next door, Sharmila, came out of her front door, carrying her one-year-old on her hip.”Hello, Ritu!” she called.”Hi!” my wife replied. Sharmila walked over to where my wife was.”How is the whole moving-in thing going?” Sharmila asked.It seems like we’ll be in boxes forever,” my wife replied.”We moved in a few years ago, and never did get all unpacked,” Sharmila admitted.A bit of detail about Sharmila. She’s been married for about as long as my wife and me, and, like us, is also in her late 20s. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, a very pretty face, and a slim build. She looks like probably a big A cup, or a small B, and is a few inches taller than my wife. She’s pretty athletic, as i’ve seen her running in the neighborhood.
At the time she was talking to my wife, I hadn’t interacted with her for more than a few minutes. That was sure about to change!My wife’s conversation with her continued with the normal pleasantries, but then somewhat abruptly changed direction, with a single innocently-asked question.”How do you like married life?” my wife asked.Sharmila paused for a moment, and then replied, “It’s good to me.”My wife noticed the pause, cocked her head, and joked, “You had to think about that?”Sharmila paused again, as if trying to decide whether to say something. After waiting a moment, my wife continued, “Is everything okay?” She was starting to get concerned that maybe there was something wrong that Sharmila wanted to tell her.Sharmila still seemed hesitant to reveal what she was thinking about. My wife waited to see what she would have to say.”Well…,” Sharmila started, then paused.
“Go ahead,” my wife encouraged.Sharmila leaned in, and in a loud whisper, asked, “Can I ask you something?”Sure,” my wife replied, trying to encourage Sharmila.”Well, you see, the thing is…. Manish, my husband, and I sort of had an argument last night. Well…it wasn’t like a disagreement, but more that Manish is asking more of me than I know how to give.””What do you mean?” my wife asked.Sharmila paused, as if deciding whether to continue the conversation, or to take this last opportunity to change the subject. “Just say it, Sharmila,” Sharmila admonished herself. She then took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and blurted out, “Manish says that I don’t do a very good job performing oral sex.”My wife could see that Sharmila’s pale skin was turning a bright red. She didn’t want Sharmila to feel weird about having brought up the subject, so she tried to think of something supportive to say.
“Oh, I see,” was the best my wife could come up with off the cuff. She could see in Sharmila’s now-opened eyes that she was starting to get even more uncomfortable, and was starting to regret having brought it up. She looked like she was going to start crying, and run inside. My wife was really wanting to make some friends, and didn’t want to have this potential friendship ruined by Sharmila feeling weird around her. She was thinking furiously of something to say to make Sharmila feel more comfortable.”Manoj says that I suck him like a pro,” my wife blurted out. Then, *she* started to get embarrased by what she had just said. “Well, uh, not like a *pro* like what you usually think of by the word ‘pro’,” she fumbled.
Sharmila’s face seemed to relax, and she let out the breath she had been holding. She smiled slightly, leaned in toward my wife, giggled, and said, “We probably shouldn’t be talking about this out in our front yards! Do you want to come in and have a cup of coffee with me? Manish won’t be home for several more hours.”
My wife looked back at our place. She knew that my daughter was in school, that the twins were down for their nap, and that I was working within earshot of their room. She turned back to Sharmila, and said, “Sure!”They walked through a back door into Sharmila’s kitchen, where Sharmila proceeded to brew a pot of coffee.She looked back over at her shoulder toward my wife, and said, “You know, I have never talked to anyone except my sister and husband about anything sex-related. I’m kinda surprised that I said anything to you. I just feel comfortable around you, since we seem to have so much in common.”My wife nodded in response.”Do you feel uncomfortable talking about this with me?” Sharmila asked. “Because we don’t have to talk about it. I mean, it’s an issue that Manish and I will just have to work out, I guess.”My wife replied, “Well, kinda. I mean, i’ve never talked about this kind of thing with anyone since I was a teenager, and….”
Sharmila interrupted, “Oh, don’t worry about it…it’s okay. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”My wife could see that Sharmila was starting to tense up again, and that her hands were trembling.”No, no,” my wife replied. “I *do* want to talk with you about it. I mean, if I’m good at something that you want to learn more about, then I should help you.”Sharmila hit the button on the coffee maker, and returned to the table where my wife was sitting. She sat down, and leaned forward with her elbows on the table. She had a slight smile as she asked, “How does your husband know that you perform like a pro? Who is he comparing you to?””Well, from what he’s told me, he’s only ever gotten one other blow job. That one was with someone who had experience with a lot of guys, but he says that I’m a lot better than she was. He says that some of it is because he loves me so much, but that a lot of it is just that I know what I’m doing.”
It was my wife’s turn now to get red in the face, from what she revealed. She had started looking at her empty coffee cup when she was talking about sucking me off, but then looked up at Sharmila.Sharmila had a big smile, and started to laugh. My wife quickly joined in.After a few more minutes of talking, Sharmila stood up to get the coffee that had just finished, and asked, “Don’t you feel just like a schoolgirl talking about this with me?””Oh, totally!” my wife quickly replied.”So, since we have now broached the subject, tell me how you do it,” Sharmila demanded. She filled her own mug, and Ritu’s too.”Uh…,” my wife started. “Well, geez. I’ve never had to describe it, before.”
Sharmila waited for a bit, and then realized that my wife wasn’t coming up with anything else. She put the coffee pot back, and then returned to the table.”Well, tell me how big Manoj is, then. Maybe the issue I have is that Manish is bigger than most guys.”
“Okay. Well, he’s probably about this long,” my wife said, with her hands out in front of her, held about 9 inches apart. “And probably this big around,” she said, with her thumb and fingers making the shape Of a backwards C, as though she had her hand wrapped around my cock.Sharmila’s eyes got kind of big, and she quickly replied, “Well, I guess it’s not Manish’s size, then!”My wife giggled, and then asked, “Oh, really?””Yeah, Manish’s not nearly that big. Which I’m glad for when it comes to oral sex, but not so glad when it comes to the rest.” She finished with a sigh and a crooked smile.”Hey, it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be,” my wife continued. “Sometimes, when he gets too into things, he pushes in so far that he ‘bottoms out,’ as he calls it. It’s not really painful, but sure isn’t comfortable, either.””Oh, wow,” Sharmila replied. “I wonder what it must feel like to be totally filled up like that.” She got a distant look in her eyes, like she was trying to imagine it.My wife sipped at her coffee.After a minute, Sharmila ventured, “So, can you show me how you do it?”
My wife froze, with the coffee cup halfway to her lips, and her eyes doubled in size.Sharmila realized what my wife was thinking she meant, and quickly said, “No, no! I don’t mean watch you actually doing it to your husband! I mean can you show me with something else…like a cucumber or something. Though,” she added with a rueful grin, “a carrot might be more appropriate to approximate Manish!”Ritu laughed at Sharmila’s quip, and said that she’d be willing to try to show Sharmila how she performed on me. Sharmila went over to her refrigerator and rummaged through its contents. She found what she was looking for, and pulled out a cellophane bag with three cucumbers in it. She brought them over and set them on the table.Ritu pulled the cucumbers out of the bag and looked at them.”No, these are all too big,” she informed Sharmila. “Do you have anything else a little smaller?”Sharmila thought about it for a minute, and had to admit that she didn’t have anything else she could think about.My wife considered her options, and then decided to reveal an option that existed.
“I have something that I can bring over.””Really?” Sharmila replied eagerly.”Sure. I’ll be back in a minute.”My wife hurried back over to our house, went back to the bedroom, and rummaged through our sex toy drawer. She found the large jelly-like, penis-shaped cock, and put it in a paper bag. She checked on the twins quickly, to make sure they were still sleeping, and headed back over to Sharmila’s place.She entered the kitchen, and asked Sharmila if they could go into a bedroom. So, they both headed into the master bedroom, at which point Ritu pulled out the cock.Sharmila’s hands flew up to her mouth as she tried to suppress a giggle. “I can’t believe you have one of these!” she said.”Yeah, well sometimes we put it up my rear while we’re having sex. It really ads something to the feeling. Though, I must admit, this one is a bit thick for that. We might get a thinner one for my rear.”I also use it when Manoj is away on his occassional business trip. But at those times, it’s not for the back, but for the front.”Sharmila nodded in response.
“So,” my wife said, starting the lesson, “the first thing is to start off with Manish on his back on the bed. That will make it easier to keep him from moving. When you first start, if you want to put him in past where you start gagging, you have to make sure he stays still. If he thrusts in, it’s sure to make you gag. Heck, sometimes when Manoj thrusts when I don’t expect him to, I still gag, even though I have more experience doing it than you seem to.”Sharmila nodded, absorbing all that she could of what my wife was telling her.”So let’s pretend that this cock is Manish, laying back on the bed. Well, of course, I’m pretending that it’s *Manoj*, since I’m the one putting it in my mouth now, but when you do it, pretent you’re sucking your husband.””Right, of course, uh-huh,” Sharmila replied.My wife held the cock on the bed so that it pointed at the ceiling, got on her knees, and bent down toward the cock, putting the tip of it in her mouth.She pulled it out to say, “Now watch the angle that I’m going down on it, and how I’m slowly taking it down my throat. You have to give yourself time to move past your gag spot, with little progressive movements.”
My wife went back to sucking the cock, moving it deeper into her mouth. When she got to a certain point, she started gagging, and pulled the cock out.”Are you okay?” asked Sharmila.”Yeah, I’m okay,” my wife responded, sounding a bit perplexed. “i’ve never tried sucking the cock before. It’s too rigid. A real penis will bend more than this, and is softer, too.”Sharmila and my wife thought for a moment, trying to figure out what alternatives there might be. Sharmila bit her lower lip, wondering whether she should ask Ritu what she was thinking.Ritu saw her look of indecision, and asked her what she had on her mind.”Well, I know this seems kind of forward, but….””Yeah?” prompted Ritu.”Um…do you think Manoj would object to me watching you giving him head?””Oh!” my wife blurted, surprised by the question.Sharmila continued biting her lip, looking very unsure of herself.”Well…I’m guessing probably not,” my wife answered. “I know that he thinks you’re attractive–he and I have talked about that in the past.”
“Oh, really?” Sharmila said, obviously suprised.”Yeah, he and I are pretty open to talking about that sort of thing. In fact, I seem to recall that I was the one that mentioned it to him!””How odd,” Sharmila said. “Manish won’t tell me what types of women he looks at. I guess he doesn’t want me to think that he looks at anyone but me, but I tell you, I’d rather know than have him keeping that kind of secret.”My wife took a sip of her coffee, and then put the cup down. “Why don’t you let me go home and talk to Manoj, to see if he wants to do this, and i’ll come back over to let you know either way.””Okay,” Sharmila said. “And i’ll check with our other neighbor to see if she can watch the baby for a little bit. It shouldn’t be a problem.”My wife returned to our house, and came up to the room where I do my work.
“Are you interruptible?” she asked me.I was pretty wrapped up in what I was doing that it took me a second to respond. “Uh, huh,” I mumbled, still continuing to work on my computer.”I have a weird question to ask you,” she said.That got my attention. I looked up from the computer. “Okay,” I said.”Well, the thing is…you know Sharmila, right? The lady next door?””Yeah, we were just talking about her yesterday. Why do you ask?”
“Well, she and I were talking, outside, and it turns out that she can’t seem to get the knack for oral sex, and….””Excuse me??” I blurted, incredulous. “You were talking about oral sex with our new neighbor??””Well, *she* brought it up,” my wife replied.I barked a short laugh, and said, “Okay, continue….””Anyway, I took my cock over there to show her how to take her husband down her throat, but the thing is too rigid and hard. Even *I* gagged when I tried, and you know how infrequently *I* gag!””And…?””Well, she suggested that maybe she could watch me sucking you off.”I just stared at my wife. I had no idea how to reply to that comment. I mean, talk about out of the blue! Here my wife was, a pro at sucking me off, asking me if she could show the cute girl next door how to do it, using *me* as the guinea pig.
“What…why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.”Oh, I’m just a bit surprised is all, I suppose.””You don’t sound thrilled,” she said, and it seemed like she was about to take back the request.”You’re okay with this idea?” I asked.”Yeah,” she said. “I have always wondered what two girls and a guy would be like. I mean, this wouldn’t *exactly* be like that, but it would be sorta like that. And she really is nice. And if I can help her with her relationship with her husband, Manish, by showing her this, then it seems like an okay idea.””Wow.” I said, still not quite sure what to think of this. I realized that if things didn’t go well, my wife could end up really pissed at me for a very long time. I didn’t want her to think that by agreeing to this, I thought that she wasn’t desirable to me. There’s nobody I’d rather be with than my wife.”Well, I suppose if you’re okay with it, then I am too,” I finally answered.
“Okay,” she said, sounding really excited. “Let me go find out if her neighbor was willing to watch her little girl, and bring her over if she was.””Sure,” I replied.My wife checked in again on the twins, who were sleeping soundly, and then headed over to the house next door. Meanwhile, I had already taken my shower for the day, but was still in robe and briefs. I didn’t know if my wife had noticed, but ever since she had brought up the idea, I had had a raging hard on. I headed down to the master bedroom, shimmied out of my briefs, hung up my robe, and went and crawled under the covers on the bed. The tenting of the covers showed that my hard on hadn’t waned at all.
I waited there for a few minutes, but my wife still hadn’t returned. I wanted to get my mind off of what was about to happen, so that I’d be able to last longer before blowing my load (after all, this was a teaching opportunity…I wouldn’t want to disappoint the student by only giving a few minutes of instruction before losing it!). I grabbed the remote and started watching CNN. Gradually, my erection faded.A bit later, I heard my wife come in through the front door. I strained my ears to determine if I heard two sets of feet, or one. Then I heard some hushed talking, and knew that Sharmila had come over with my wife. I heard them continue talking, but could tell that they weren’t getting any closer to the bedroom. I wondered what they were talking about, but could do nothing but wait. I flipped off the TV and tried to look relaxed.
After a couple more minutes, I heard the two of them heading back to the bedroom. My wife entered the room first, followed closely by Sharmila.”I can’t believe we’re going to do this,” Sharmila half-whispered, but loud enough that I could hear.”We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I replied, while trying to sound encouraging. I smiled at her.She looked over at me, gave me a shy smile, shrugged her shoulders, and said “I would like to if it’s okay with both of you.””It is,” my wife replied.The two of them stood there, both looking timid and very nervous. Sharmila was taking great pains to look only at my face.”How should we start?” my wife asked.”I dunno,” Sharmila replied.I could tell that this would be a slow start, which was fine by me! I was at least as nervous as my wife and Sharmila were.”Well,” I ventured with a nervous laugh, “I guess we could start by revealing the main attraction.”
“Okay!” Sharmila said, her nervousness making her sound really eager. “I mean…that sounds okay to me,” she followed up with.My wife took Sharmila’s hand in hers, and led her over to the side of the bed. I was toward the middle, and my wife sat down on the side, after pulling the covers down so that she was sitting on the fitted sheet. She continued pulling the covers down, and I saw that Sharmila was no longer looking me in the eye, but was rather waiting anxiously to see my cock.I was so nervous that the build-up, which usually would have had me at full attention, had not given me back my erection. So, as my wife uncovered me, I was still limp. While I am a pretty decent size when hard, I don’t have a particularly large-looking member when limp. It wasn’t quite just-got-out-of-the-pool small, but it wasn’t anything spectacular to look at, either.
The expression on her face changed from wild anticipation to not-quite-concealed disappointment. I guess my wife’s description of me didn’t quite match what she saw now. My wife looked over at her and realized the same thing that I had. “Oh, don’t worry, he gets a lot bigger than that when he’s hard. Trust me!”Why don’t you scoot over on the bed so you can see more of what happens?” she prompted.Sharmila crawled up on the bed so she was at my feet.”No, no,” my wife coaxed her, “get on the other side of him from me, so you can get up close and personal. You want to be able to pick up on what I’m doing, right?”With a nervous smile, Sharmila crawled around to the other side of me.”Actually, this is good. Him starting off like this will make things easier,” my wife started, sounding like she was quickly taking to the idea of being a teacher. “If you can start sucking Manish off when he’s soft, it will be a lot easier. Feeling him hardening and lengthening in your mouth makes it easier to relax and not gag when it gets long enough to pass that spot in your throat. Watch me.”And with that, she leaned over and put me in her mouth. She sucked on me and moved her head up and down a bit. I alternated between looking at what she was doing, and watching Sharmila watching her. I was still pretty nervous, and while what my wife was doing was feeling good, it still (surprisingly!) Wasn’t getting me hard.
After a few minutes of sucking and licking, my wife lifted her head, and had a perplexed look on her face.”Are you going to be able to get hard?” she asked me.from my wife’s warm, inviting mouth.”Uh…I *think* so,” I replied. “I’m just really nervous.””Here, let me try getting undressed,” my wife offered. She climbed off the bed, and proceeded to take off her blouse, her bra, her tight-fitting jeans, but left her purple thong underwear on. Leaving a little bit to the imagination can really enhance things….Sharmila looked at my wife, and said, “Jeez…I wish I had tits like that!” She looked down at her own T-shirt covered chest.”It’s a mixed blessing,” my wife responded. “I end up with back pain from them, and it’s harder to find pretty bras…I’m usually stuck with the utilitarian, old-lady bras.”I was watching my wife as she was talking to Sharmila, and saw that her nipples were starting to perk up. It wasn’t cold in the room, by any means, so I realized it was her talking to Sharmila about her breasts that was turning her on. I could also tell that her breath was becoming more shallow.
Seeing my wife getting excited about being naked in front of the neighbor, and talking about her breasts started turning me on. But not nearly so much as what came next.”You know,” my wife started, looking straight at Sharmila, “it hardly seems fair for Manoj to be completely undressed, and for me to be nearly nude, and *you* to still be fully dressed.”Sharmila looked like she was caught between being uncomfortable, and being eager to join us. Apparently, the eagerness won out over the modesty, and she grinned and started to grab the hem of her T-shirt to pull it over her head.
“No, no…,” my wife scolded, “let *me* do that!” She grabbed onto Sharmila’s hand, stopping her from pulling off her own shirt.”Oh. Um…” Sharmila replied.”Come on, it’ll be okay,” chimed my wife.”Well, I guess so,” she said, and dropped her hands down to her sides.”Come over on this side of the bed,” my wife instructed.Sharmila climbed down from the bed and moved to the other side. My wife slid her fingers up the sides of Sharmila’s shirt, hooking her thumbs on the hem, and started slowly sliding her fingertips along her skin. I could see Sharmila’s breath quicken. As my wife’s fingers made their way up, she could feel how taut Sharmila’s skin was over her firm muscles. Ritu continued moving up, and I saw Sharmila’s nipples start to show through the T-shirt. I could tell at this point that Sharmila didn’t have a bra on. I looked over at my wife, and saw that she was completely lost in the moment. Her own nipples were sticking out, and I could start to smell my wife’s scent filling the air.
Sharmila lifted her arms over her head, to allow my wife to continue pushing her shirt up. Apparently, my wife got to a point that tickled, and Sharmila’s hands involuntarily jerked down, and she laughed.”Whoops!” Ritu exclaimed, and moved her fingers away from her sides. Sharmila calmed down quickly, and Ritu lifted the T-shirt over her beautiful, heaving breasts. I could hear my wife gasp at the sight. She slowly pulled Sharmila toward her until their breasts were pressed against each other, so that she could reach behind her to pull the shirt up over her head. Needless to say, at this point, I had a raging hard-on again, watching my beautiful wife interacting with our hot neighbor.
My wife pulled the shirt up the rest of the way, and Sharmila’s blonde hair came pouring back down like a waterfall. I saw her start to shiver from being so nervous. Ritu put her arms around her, and Sharmila returned the hug. I was really wishing I had a camera handy, at this point!Sharmila was wearing shorts made out of sweat pants material. Ritu fished a finger down her waistband to get the drawstring tie out. She then grabbed the two ends of the bow tie and undid the knot. She then slipped her fingers down into the waistband on the sides, hooking her thumbs on the edge, as she had done with her shirt. She kept her fingers on the outside of her panties so that she was just pulling down the shorts.
She slowly moved them down her hips, and Sharmila wiggled her hips back and forth to help her push them down. As her shorts fell to the floor, I saw that she was wearing bikini-type peach-colored panties, with that ribbed cotton material. I could see a few soft curls of blonde hair poking out from the edges of the panties. Sharmila apparently felt me looking at her, and looked over at me. As she shifted her gaze to me, she could see that I was standing at full attention. Her eyes got kind of big, and she looked like she wanted to reach out and grab my hard cock.
I didn’t know what to say, but my wife apparently came to the same realization, and offered, “You can touch him if you want to.”Sharmila looked up at Ritu slowly, as though she was entranced, and then back down at my cock.”It’s so much *bigger* than Manish’s…and a lot thicker, too!”She climbed back up on the bed and reached out toward me, and wrapped the thumb and fingers of her right hand around me. Her hands were soft and warm, and I could feel my cock jumping in her hand, matching the rythm of my heartbeat.”Wow,” she whispered breathlessly. “I can barely get my fingers around it.”We stood there for a minute, with Sharmila holding on to me, and slightly massaging it, as though she was trying to milk a cow’s teat. It felt great!”Why don’t we pick up where we left off?” my wife asked.
We all moved back to our original locations. “We’ll start with what you should start with,” my wife instructed, “and then we’ll move on to showing you the stuff you’ll be able to do once you’re able to handle the initial stuff.”Sharmila nodded.Ritu bent over my rock-hard cock, and lowered her mouth onto me. She slowly took me back past the point that used to make her gag, and kept on going, until she had almost my full length down her throat.I looked over at Sharmila, and saw the shocked look on her face. Ritu pulled off of my cock, looked at Sharmila, and said, “When you first start, what you’ll want to do to keep from scraping him with your teeth is to roll your lips over your teeth. It might scrape the insides of your lips initially, but as you get better about keeping your jaw loose, it won’t as much. Once it doesn’t scrape your lips at all, then you can start experimenting with leaving your lips outside your teeth. Watch the way I do this.”
Then my wife went back to taking care of me, running her mouth down the whole length. Sharmila leaned in really close, so that she could see my wife’s mouth and lips. As she leaned in, she rested her right hand on my upper thigh. As she touched me there, I felt electricity go through me from that spot. I almost lost my load right then!My wife pulled off of me, and continued, “And look at this way, where I don’t have my lips over my teeth. Notice that I keep my jaw really slack, so that I can keep my teeth edges away from his skin.”
She then demonstrated. As Sharmila watched, I could see how shallow her breathing was, and how pronounced her hard little nipples were. She was really getting excited by watching this. I wondered if she was getting so into it that she wouldn’t be able to remember what my wife was telling her.”Now, once you’ve got this down, you can tell Manish that he doesn’t have to keep so still. If he feels the need to thrust a little bit while you’re bobbing your head up and down, you probably won’t gag, especially if you’ve already got him past your gag spot, and he thrusts deeper. It’s when the thrusting causes him to pull out past, or push in past that spot that you’re more likely to have problems.”
“Okay,” Sharmila said.”So, watch this. I’ll have Manoj put his hand on the back of my head, grabbing my braid. As he feels the need, he’ll buck his hips up or pull down on my head. That way, he can determine the depth and speed of my sucking. He usually uses this to *keep from* finishing, as opposed to finishing sooner. If you’re planning to have Manish cum in your mouth, you can tell him to push on your head or thrust into you to get himself there faster, if he wants to.””What do you do about swallowing his cum if he does cum in your mouth?” Sharmila asked.”Well, it depends. If he’s not past your gag reflex, you need to actually swallow like you would a gob of spit. But if he’s past your gag spot, you should relax your throat as much as possible, and let the cum slide down. It’s really hard to do, and takes some getting used to.
“Also, you’ll find that his cum tastes different depending on how long it’s been since you’ve done it, what he’s been eating and drinking, how *much* he’s been drinking, and stuff like that.””Okay,” Sharmila replied, looking a little overwhelmed.All of the talking had caused me to start to soften again, and Sharmila looked at my shrinking member.”Do you think I…” she started.Ritu waited for her to finish her thought.”Um. Do you think I could try while he’s somewhat soft?” Sharmila asked.Ritu blinked a couple of times at the unexpected question, and I felt my cock spring back to life. This certainly wasn’t part of the plan! I wondered what response she would give. My wife and I didn’t have an “open” marriage, because we both feel that fidelity is one of the most important aspects of marriage. Heck, I wasn’t even sure what *I* thought of the idea, even if my wife did agree.
Ritu sat quietly for a few seconds, mulling over the idea. I could tell by looking at her what her answer was going to be. And I was right.”Okay,” she finally said.Wow. “What should I do?” I wondered. Then I figured, “what the heck?” and decided to go with it.”Well, your question brought me back up,” I pointed out.Sharmila and Ritu looked at my again-erect cock. “That’s okay,” Sharmila said. “I’d still like to try, if it’s okay?”I nodded my agreement.Sharmila reached over slowly and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock. “Where should I sit? You said that the angle is important.”My wife scooted around behind Sharmila and grabbed her hips. “Move around this way a bit,” she said, pulling Sharmila’s rear more toward my head. “And open your mouth as far as you can a couple of times before you start,” my wife instructed.
Sharmila moved her jaw around to loosen it up, and then started to bend over toward my cock. This was my last chance to stop things, and I saw Sharmila looking up at me as she leaned forward, as if giving me a last opportunity to say no. My wife scooted over closer to my head so that she could watch the show. I watched Sharmila as she slowly lowered her mouth to my cock. As she got closer to it, her eyes flicked from mine to my cock, so that she would know when to cover her teeth with her lips.Then I felt my dick being enveloped by her warm, wet, and inviting mouth. She moved very slowly, allowing my cock to sink deeper into her mouth. I could hear her breath noisily escaping her nostrils. It made me think of the sounds a bull makes in the cartoons just before he charges, which almost made me giggle. I felt her pushing herself down further and further on my cock.
All of a sudden, there was a strangled gasp, and she jerked her head up off of me, turned her head to the side, and started gagging. My wife put her hand on Sharmila’s bare shoulder and rubbed a little. Sharmila got past the gagging after a second or two. Sharmila looked at us like a kid who got a D on a math test. “Well, I got a lot further than I usually do with Manish, at least….””You did good,” my wife told her, and continued to rub her shoulder. “Why don’t you try again, but this time, when you start to gag, just stop where you are and wait for it to pass. Then, when you’re calm again, you can start moving past that point. Once you’re past that point, it becomes much easier.””Okay!” Sharmila said with a smile, obviously relieved to have a second chance.i was starting to worry that I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. This whole experience was rocking me to the core, and I had a feeling that this would end up being one of the rare times that my orgasm sneaks up on me.
Since there wasn’t anything we could do about it, I merely warned, “I might cum while you’re on me, Sharmila. I sometimes can’t tell when it’s going to come except for a split second. If I put my hand down on your back, it means I’m about to cum, and it’s your last chance to pull off if you don’t want to try swallowing my load.
“Ritu and I just had sex last night, so my load might not be too big, but at the same time, this whole experience here today has been a real turn on, so it could be sizeable. I won’t know until it happens.”Sharmila nodded, and then started to move back down to suck me some more. As she was bending forward, a drop of precum oozed out of my cock.”Oh!” Sharmila exclaimed. “Now I can see how you’d taste.”And without another word, she quickly moved down and licked the end of my cock like an ice cream cone. She rolled her tongue around in her mouth, as if she was tasting a fine vintage wine, and had a thoughtful expression on her face.
I lifted my eyebrows, and queried, “Well…?””It tastes fine,” she said. “Actually, more than fine. I don’t think I’d have a problem at all with this taste, if there wasn’t too much of it.”She started leaning in again to put me in her mouth. Right before she put me in her mouth, I saw her rolling her lips over her teeth. Again, I felt her warm wetness wrap around my cock, and I stifled a groan. (I didn’t want anything to distract her.) I’m usually pretty good at being able to not thrust when my wife doesn’t want me to or can’t let me, but I was really struggling to not grab Sharmila by the back of the head and jackhammer down her throat. It felt so good!Just as slowly this time, Sharmila pushed her head down further and further on my cock. I could feel her tensing up a bit as she approached the point where she gagged the previous time.
“Relax,” my wife said to her softly. Sharmila stopped moving forward until she could relax. My wife cautiously put her hands on Sharmila’s shoulders, and started massaging them. I could see Sharmila wilt, and could feel her jaw slacken again. She pushed on, and I could feel as she reached the point where she gagged before. Again, I heard the gagging sound, but instead of jerking upward this time, she stayed where she was, and waited for the gagging to pass. After a few moments it did, and I could see her mouth trying to smile around my huge cock. She then pushed past her gag spot, and took herself probably halfway down the length of my cock.She then started back up a bit faster than she went down, and as her lips reached the head of my cock, started back down, again a little faster. She started building up a rhythm, and each time she passed her gag spot, she would slow, but not stop. Eventually, she was really going at a good clip, and I realized that, while I wasn’t past the point of no return, I *was* going to come probably in the next 20 or 30 seconds if she didn’t stop.
I put my hand on the back of her neck to get her attention, and said softly, “Only keep going if you want me to cum in your mouth.”She stopped for a few seconds, as if debating whether she wanted to keep going or not, but then apparently decided that she did want to. She again picked up speed, and I left my hand on the back of her neck, but made sure I wasn’t pushing on it.
I knew that I was about to get to the point where I have to lift my hips, so I waited until she was on an upward movement, and I lifted my hips with her. She must not have noticed that I moved up with her, because she pushed back down on me as far as she would have before, which pushed her mouth further than the half-way that she had been doing before. She seemed a bit surprised by the change, but kept going, now going down on me 2/3 of the way each time.I could feel that I was passing that point, and was about to cum, and I quickly said, “Okay, I’m about to cum!” I felt her move back up toward the tip of my cock, so that she could swallow normally, and then I felt my balls start to spasm. I felt my hot load quickly travel up my length and spill into her mouth. She quickly swallowed it, so that she didn’t get so much in her mouth that she would choke or gag. She kept swallowing and swallowing as spurt after spurt filled her mouth.After she swallowed the last of it, she lifted her head back up, and had a huge smile on her face.
“I did it!” she exclaimed. “i’ve never been able to get Manish there by sucking him off, before. He’s always said that I was too clumsy, and that he’d rather be in control of things.”You know, I’d really like to get some more practice in before I do this for Manish, so that i’ll for sure get it right with him the next time. Would that be okay?” She looked from Ritu to me, waiting to see what we’d say.”Sure,” my wife replied. And the rest is the stuff for my next story. My email is kolkata_man2000.awaiting to hear from all of u .