MADHU

Mukesh looked out of our hostel

window and whistled, prompting me
to see what it was about. A girl of
about twenty-plus was passing
through just by the side of our hostel
boundary wall.

“Nalin, brother, I would give her

anything, if she could just let me lick
her boobs for a few seconds,” said
Mukesh.

Mukesh and I (I am Nalin) were room

partners in our final year of
engineering and had become very
close friends. We always joked and
pulled each other’s legs about our
future wives. Mukesh was real horny.
Once when Mukesh talked about
sexy girls in the campus, he opened
his fly and showed me his big cock.
He made me masturbate him and he
masturbated me.

“By God, I shall marry only the girl

with such a piece of boobs on her. By
the way, if you marry a girl with such
boobs, don’t blame me if I suck them
dry,” Mukesh said.

I said, ‘Ok, but let us first get

married,” I laughed at his blabber
and got back to reading.

Although Mukesh was horny, he was

a gem of a person. Well behaved,
considerate, simple and generous to
a fault. After graduation, Mukesh
joined his father in business in
Mumbai. I took up a job in Delhi. We
were not in close contact anymore.
Years passed. Mukesh got married to
Anu and I married Neha.
Mukesh came to attend my marriage
reception and was speechless, When
he saw Neha. I could see from the
expression on his face that he fell for
her beauty, hook line and sinker. On
the reception stage, he pulled me
aside and whispered to me if I
remembered my promise.

I laughed at him and said, “Life is

long. Let us see what destiny holds
for us. You are going to get married
soon to your beloved Anu. If you will
let me lick your wife’s boobs, I
promise you I will.”

Time does not stop. Mukesh and Anu

had a daughter and Neha and I had a
son. Mukesh occasionally visited
Delhi and stayed with us. Neha
began to enjoy Mukesh’s company. I
could see her dressing up for him
when he came to visit us. Mukesh
had the gift of the gab and slowly
but surely began to inch closer to
Neha.

During one of Mukesh’s visits, we

planned a trip by my car to Jaipur. I
was driving. My son insisted that he
wanted to sit in the front. Mukesh
and Neha had to sit in the rear. By
then Neha was quite comfortable
with Mukesh. After about an hour of
start, Mukesh felt drowsy and kept
falling on Neha’s shoulders. When
Neha moved away, Mukesh
stretched and laid his head on
Neha’s lap. Neha looked at me, I
shrugged my shoulders and nodded
my head. There was bright sunlight
and Mukesh used a part of her saree
to cover his face. I was sure his face
touched my wife’s breasts. Neha
knew that I saw it, but did not react,
she let him be.

Through the journey, I could see both

Neha and Mukesh pretending to
sleep and falling on each other. I had
a feeling that Mukesh was playing
with her boobs, whilst both
pretended that they were sleeping
and all that happened was
unintentional. Surprisingly I did not
feel offended; rather I got a strange
feeling of excitement at Mukesh’s
flirting with my wife. Nothing further
happened in that tour and when we
returned, Neha insisted that she
would sit in the front.

After about five years of my

marriage, my company transferred
me to Mumbai. When three of us
shifted to Mumbai, there was a big
problem of finding a place to stay.
My son was unable to adjust to
Mumbai weather and frequently
became sick.

Mukesh earned well in his business.

He had sufficient surplus. When I told
Mukesh of my problems in finding a
house, Mukesh came to our rescue.
He had just bought a new flat in
Bandra, which he was planning to
move into. He wanted to sell his old
house. He proposed that, until we
found a proper house we could move
into his old house. This was a huge
relief for us. Neha could not believe
it. In Mumbai no one would let
anyone stay in his house without
adequate compensation, for the fear
that the occupant would claim
tenancy rights later.

We accepted his offer and moved

into his house, which was quite
acceptable. Neha was delighted to
have a proper house in Mumbai and
felt ever so grateful to Mukesh.
Mukesh dismissed Neha’s expression
of gratitude and told her that he did
not consider Neha and me as
separate from his family.

Mukesh’s wife Anu was aware of his

hidden crush for Neha. However, she
knew that Mukesh would never
exceed limit of discretion. Neha and
Anu got along extremely well.
Particularly their daughter was so
much attached to Neha that many
times she stayed with us overnight.
She addressed Neha as ma and not
aunty. We enjoyed their company for
more than six months, our children
became good friends. Then
something terrible happened. For
almost one month Mukesh was not
accessible. He would not receive our
calls. We were grossly puzzled until
one day we learnt why.

Mukesh’s wife Anu was detected with

terminal cancer. The doctors had
said that it was just a matter of time
for her. When we heard this, we were
shocked. It was too premature and
too early for her to have such
misfortune. Mukesh was shattered.
However, he controlled his feelings
and dedicated his energies to
looking after his wife during her
sickness. She died after about eight
months.

More or less during the same period,

health of my son deteriorated
sharply. Mukesh had contacts in a
leading hospital. In spite of his wife’s
sickness, he helped me get my son
the best possible treatment. We
admitted my son in a good hospital. I
ran out of money and was trying
hard to arrange the payment of
hospital bills. Mukesh however,
without my knowledge, paid off my
hospital bills amounting almost to
Rupees. 150,000 for treatment.

In spite of our best, my son could not

survive. That was again a rude shock
to us. Neha in particular was
devastated. However, she found a
recluse in the love of Mukesh’s
daughter, who more or less always
stayed with us during the period of
her mother’s sickness. The events
completely took away any fun in sex
particularly for Neha.

In our own married life, after more

than six years of our marriage; like
any other normal married couple, the
fun of sex had paled. Ego, fatigue,
arguments etc. replaced excitement
of Sex. Our sex life tapered down
after we had the first child. Death of
my son further drove us apart. I got
busy in my work and Neha got busy
in household chores. Our sex life
became almost nonexistent. This is
not to say that our love for each
other reduced, however, that
electrifying effect of touching each
other’s body was missing.

All through this crisis and after the

death of my child, Mukesh stood
behind us solidly. In spite of his own
grave personal tragedy, he helped us
in all the way he could. He spent a
good deal of his time with my wife
Neha to make her overcome the
rude shock. Simultaneously, he was
trying to get over the shock of his
own personal tragedy. Mukesh
insisted that Neha should go out to
movies or for dinner and other
entertainment programs. He wanted
to do his best to make her feel
better.

When we went to movies, I made

Neha sit between me and Mukesh.
During one movie, I stretched my
hand to hold her hand and asked
Neha to hold Mukesh’s hand.
Throughout the movie they held
each other’s hands. During the
movie, I nudged Neha to move closer
to Mukesh and rest her head on his
shoulder. She was pleased with me
for this, because she felt that she
owed Mukesh at least this much for
what he had done for us. After the
movie Neha told me that Mukesh
was aroused with her touch and was
probing her for greater intimacy.
However, she restrained him.

I saw Mukesh suffering from

loneliness. Several of his relatives
advised him to get married again.
Even Neha and I pressurized him to
consider remarriage. His response
was so strong against marrying
again that we gave up. His argument
was that he did not want to have an
unknown woman in his life. He
thought It might ruin his life and may
cause problems to his daughter.
Frequently, after the office hours, we
asked Mukesh and his daughter to
spend evening with us. Occasionally
he stayed overnight and slept in the
guest bedroom. Through the
evening, three of us would just sit,
listen to music or lie on bed or on the
carpeted floor holding each other’s
hands, whilst his daughter saw TV or
played with computer. Neha
generally sat or lay between us.

One evening, Mukesh became a bit

emotional, when inadvertently we
talked of his wife. Neha moved closer
to Mukesh and hugged him. She
pulled him tight in her embrace
whilst he cried silently. Neha took his
head close to her bosom and let him
weep for a few minutes.

Naturally, feeling my wife’s breasts,

her scent, her hair and her femininity
intimately close, Mukesh got
aroused. He tried awkwardly to hide
his hard-on from us. Neha also
noticed this. She looked at me
awkwardly. I nudged her closer to
Mukesh. She sure must have felt his
hard on.

I invited him to stay overnight with

us one day. After dinner, he retired to
sleep in the guest bedroom adjoining
ours. I went to his room and lay by
his side.

I asked him how he was passing his

time of celibacy. After a brief silence
he said that he was missing sex. I
asked him if he masturbated during
this period. He said that after his
marriage, his wife never allowed him
to touch his own penis. She
masturbated him when she could not
have sex because of her periods.

I asked him if he would like me to

masturbate him. He laughed saying
he was not a homosexual.

I asked him what if a girl

masturbates him. He looked at me
with puzzled expression and asked,
“Well, but which girl would
masturbate me?”

I avoided the question and asked

him why he refused to consider
remarriage. What kind of girl he was
looking for to marry. He replied,
“Well I always dreamed a girl like
Neha. If Neha was unmarried, I
would have married her.”

I was taken aback. I said, “I don’t

know anyone like Neha.”

After a brief pause I said, “But of

course, there is Neha. You can’t
marry her. But tell me frankly, do
you crave for her?” I asked him
hesitantly.

Mukesh looked at me strangely. He

paused briefly and said, “Don’t talk
nonsense. Of course I like her. She is
lovely. But I love her in a different
way. After all, she is your wife.
Occasional flirting and teasing each
other is different.”

We were both quiet for a few

minutes. He then asked me a
pointed question. “What does Neha
think of me? Does she like me?”

I said, “Neha and I know the pain of

separation you are suffering. Neha
particularly wants to do ANYTHING to
get you out of this suffering.” I
emphasized the word “ANYTHING”.

Mukesh was puzzled. He could not

understand what I was driving at. He
mumbled, “No, I don’t want to take
advantage of her.”

Our talk ended there.

I secretly fancied physical intimacy

developing between Neha and
Mukesh. It gave me unexplainable
titillating feelings, which I could not
analyze.

One night in bed, I asked her, “Neha,

what do you think of Mukesh? He
seems to be in better mood when he
is with you. Do you think he has
recovered?”

Neha replied, “I don’t know. He feels

happy in my presence but I feel that
he looks lost. He seems to be
missing something.”

“Why don’t you say that he is

missing sex?” I asked pointedly. She
did not seem to be surprised at my
observation. She nodded her head.

I was proud to have Neha as my

wife. She was beautiful and my
prized possession. Whenever I saw
anyone looking at her with lust, I felt
excited, instead of feeling jealous or
angry. With Mukesh coming into our
lives, I saw a ray of hope for
revitalizing our marriage by involving
Mukesh in our bed time talk. One
night, after retiring to bed, I asked
Neha if she found Mukesh attractive.
Her reply was that of course he was
attractive and that he was a great
family friend for us.

I said, “I have seen him frequently

stealing glances at your breasts.”

She asked, “Are you jealous? Forget

about stealing glances, he has even
touched them, of course casually
and over the blouse. You encouraged
me to get closer to him so that he
gets over his wife’s premature
demise. You pushed me closer to him
in the movie, you allowed him to lie
in my lap in the car. You made me
lay between you two. I thought that
if he missed sex and if he felt any
better simply by looking at my
breasts, so be it; unless of course,
you have objection.”

I was on the defensive. I said, “No

darling. I am happy for all of us. You
are right. I am not blaming you or
anything.”

I then told her of my talk with

Mukesh Bhai. I said, “Mukesh
indirectly admitted that he craves for
you. I told Mukesh indirectly, that I
had no objection of his flirting with
you. Mukesh said he respected you
highly and did not want to cause
problem in our married life.”
When she heard it, her cheeks
turned red. She was subtly excited
and nervous with the discussion.

In the middle of that night, I asked

her innocently again in loving tone, if
she enjoyed physical touch with
Mukesh.

She asked me, “I hope you are not

suggesting that I have sex with
him?”

When I meekly nodded my head, I

was afraid that she would blow the
thunder. However, she looked at me
strangely and said, “I am not a slut.
Whatever I did was in your presence
and with mutual agreement. I am
married to you and will never be
unfaithful to you.”

She was far from indignant. I felt her

body quiver and tremble. She looked
into my eyes, rolled over to me and
began to caress my cock sensuously
smiling at me. Her desire for sex was
obvious. I suspected that a chance of
having sex with Mukesh aroused her
rather than angered her.

That night, she began to woo me

with foreplay. It was a long time
since she had taken any initiative.
We kissed hard. I fondled her breasts
and squeezed her butts. To titillate
her further I said I would like her to
consider at least masturbating
Mukesh Bhai. She listened but did
not respond to my suggestion. I
could see a sudden spurt of energy
in her. It was as if I was throwing fuel
into fire. She was aroused so much
that she climbed on top of me and
gave me a solid fuck, lasting almost
fifteen minutes. She huffed and
puffed but would not get off. She had
orgasm twice during that period. My
suspicion was that she was perhaps
fucking Mukesh and not me. I could
not remember the last time when I
had such a treat from my wife.

Since she did not object to my

mentioning Mukesh during our sex
sessions, I decided to probe her
further. One night during our
foreplay, I told her, “Darling, I know
that Mukesh craves for you, but he
can’t have you; that is why he is
sad.”

Neha was silent for a while. She

looked at me and said, “I know that a
man of his virility and youth cannot
remain without a woman for such a
long time.”

I asked her slowly, “I thought I shall

take him to a prostitute. May be he
will feel better.” I looked at her.
Neha was quick to respond, “Oh! So
you want to go to a pro? How do you
dare suggest that? A man of his
stature will never agree to go to a
pro. It is too risky apart from health
hazard. Besides, if he wanted to do
it, he could have done it long time
ago. He is suffering from celibacy
almost for eighteen months now.”

I said gravely, “In that case, you are

the only one who can make him
happy.”

Neha looked at me questioningly,

“What do you mean?”

I had to handle it delicately. I said,

“Let me explain to you. He has not
had sex for the last 18 months,
correct?” She nodded her head.

“In this situation, any man will try to

woo a woman whom he is attracted
to and try to seduce her, if possible.
Correct?” She again nodded her
head.

“He has not made any attempt to

even talk about any other woman,
correct?” Neha nodded her head
every time I asked her “Correct?”

“You are the only woman he is

attracted to. Correct?” Again she
nodded her head.

I continued, “That means, if he wants

to make love to anyone it has to be
only you. Correct?” Neha nodded her
head again. However, she was dumb
founded, when she digested the
meaning. She looked at me with
wide open eyes. Was there
excitement or nervousness in her
eyes? She did not speak.
Her silence betrayed her answer. I
cut short the discussion by saying,
“You don’t need to worry. Do you
trust me?” She nodded her head
absent mindedly.

I saw Neha’s face turning red at my

open prompting to have sex with
Mukesh Bhai. I turned on the bed to
indicate that the discussion was
over.

NEHA SAYS:

I love my husband. However after six

years, sex with him became a boring
routine. I was forced to think how to
deal with this development. It is a
fact that sex is very personal for a
woman unlike men. Women enjoy
sex only with the person whom she
finds attractive and when she is in
the right mood.
My husband was right about Mukesh.
He had lost his wife and was missing
sex. I thought it would be very
difficult for a man of his fitness and
virility to manage without sex for
such a long time. We went to movies
and during movies, my husband
Nalin asked me to hold and squeeze
his hands. My gesture encouraged
Mukesh. He squeezed my thighs over
my dress. He wanted to feel me
more. However, I involuntarily
restrained him. I was excited by his
touch and felt my legs weakening. I
could feel my pussy leaking and
wetting my panty. I considered the
consequences of emerging situation,
which appeared exciting and at the
same time dangerous.

I started to give my husband my

tacit acceptance as he tried to
persuade me for flirting with Mukesh.
I gave him vague answers instead of
clear “No”. One night, he made
himself almost clear. He mentioned
Mukesh’s name several times during
our sexual intercourse. I could not
control my excitement hearing him
talk about Mukesh. Mukesh was an
extra ordinary person. He was
genuine, charming and friendly. He
was always very sensitive to our
needs. If there was one person, who
deserved my sexual affection, it was
Mukesh.

My husband exploited my weakness

for Mukesh. He began to tantalize
me by talking of situations clubbing
Mukesh and me together regularly.
During our sex sessions, he would
ask me to imagine that it was not
Nalin but Mukesh, who fucked me. I
also enjoyed his fantasies. The
mention of Mukesh began to drive
me crazy. I had flow of juices from
my pussy. Normally Nalin made me
ride on him. This position made both
him and me acutely vulnerable. I
would have orgasm after orgasm.
During sex, if he mentioned
Mukesh’s name, I would explode in
no time.

One night, Nalin drove me crazy with

his arousing talk with foreplay and
asked me if I was ready to fulfill his
fantasy of having sex with Mukesh. I
dismissed him, “Don’t talk
nonsense.” My husband was
crestfallen.

He then asked, “Why don’t you at

least consider masturbating Mukesh?
That would at least help him satisfy
his urge. During college days we
masturbated each other. He has a
big cock and he was always horny. If
you really feel for him, you may just
fondle him up a little? Please
consider my request?”
I felt so embarrassed. My husband
was making a strange request. I felt
that I should not play truant. I told
him that it would depend on the
circumstances. I asked Nalin if he
wanted this to happen. Nalin said he
was as positive as he could be. The
next one week went uneventfully.

I cannot forget that date and day. It

was Anu (Mukesh’s late wife)’s death
anniversary. It was also about four
days after the fantasy talk with my
husband. He rang me up.

He said, “I had a talk with Mukesh in

the afternoon. He was not in the best
of mood. Today is wife’s anniversary.
He almost broke down talking to
me.”

I was quiet. He said, “I asked him if

he could spend the evening with us.
He agreed to come. His daughter is
away for the weekend. He should be
with us at about 6 pm.”

I was happy that Nalin invited

Mukesh and he would be with us that
evening. I hoped he would stay for
the night. Nalin told me that he had
bought whisky and some drinks and
snacks.

I said, “It is good of you to invite

him. We shall spend time with
Mukesh to try and make him feel
better. A few drinks also will make
him feel better.”

We returned at about 5.30 pm. I got

in the kitchen and Nalin went about
making other preparations. Just at
about 6 pm, Mukesh came. I
received him. I was wearing an open
collar shirt and short knee length
capri. My shirt showed quite a bit of
cleavage of my ample bosoms. He
was more somber than usual. They
sat in the dining space, drinking,
whilst I made some snacks and
served them.

At about 9 pm, I served them dinner

on the dining table, I was in a
strange state. I was aroused,
nervous and excited. As I bent down
to serve, I saw Mukesh looking into
my cleavage. I looked at my
husband. He pretended not to notice.
I went and sat next to Nalin. Whilst
my husband and Mukesh talked
some business matters, Nalin kept
squeezing my thighs and inserting
his one hand between them under
the table. I kept discouraging him.
He was so obvious that I was sure
Mukesh watched this. After the
dinner, the men returned to the
drawing room, carrying their
whiskies with them.
After cleaning up the kitchen, I had a
shower. It was sultry. As I returned, I
heard my husband shouting for me. I
had to rush because my husband
and Mukesh were having heated
argument. I had no time to look for a
proper dress. I picked up my night
gown and quickly put it on. I rushed
to the drawing room to see what the
matter was. From their looks I
realized that the gown I was wearing
was quite thin and revealed more
than it concealed. When they looked
at me, they simply tuned quiet.

I asked, “What is the matter? Why

were you shouting?”

They made room for me to sit

between them.

They had a glass of whisky in their

hands and had filled up a glass for
me also. I do not drink normally.
However, I knew that if I refused,
there could be another argument. I
took a gulp. I did not like the bitter
taste of whisky. I decided to gulp it
down in one shot and then hear the
men. I finished the glass in one
straight big gulp and looked at them.
I almost blanked out for a moment.
Both of them clapped.

Mukesh said, “Neha, you be the

judge. Your husband is repeatedly
asking me to get married. I am
telling him that I have a reason and I
will never, repeat never get married
again.”

Nalin interrupted and said, “He says,

he will only marry a girl like you. I
told him every girl is different. Neha
is Neha. There is no other girl like
Neha. In that case, he says he will
not marry; period. Now tell me what
will I do with this guy?” Nalin pulled
his hair gesturing his frustration.

I kept quiet. Nalin continued, “The

only woman whose company he
wants is yours. Now how can we him
to have a female mate for him? This
is very frustrating.”

I pushed him back and said, “Cool

down. Now let me hear Mukesh’s
argument.”

Mukesh said, “My argument is

simple. I do not want to entrust
myself to any woman, whom I and
my daughter don’t know. I do not
want to take any chance. I shall
manage being a celibate. When your
husband asked what type of woman I
would agree to marry, I simply said
any woman like Neha.” After a brief
pause, he mumbled almost
inaudibly, “I shall not have any other
woman.” He seemed to be rather
high.

I heard him with stunned silence. For

a few moments I was in a
tremendous dilemma. I was caught
between my two most beloved men.
By that time, the strong peg of
whisky had begun to lift my spirits. I
was happy that at least I was not
cheating on my husband. I moved
closer to Mukesh and took his hands
in mine and said, “I fully understand
and I thank you for considering me
as your loved one. I also consider
you as my most loved one. However,
I am married to Nalin and will follow
his wishes. I will never be unfaithful
to him.”

“You will not be unfaithful to me if

you sit between us and let Mukesh
kiss you once,” my husband asked.
I was nervous but I knew that I was
facing the inevitable. I said, “Only
once, okay?” and went into his arms.

My husband made Mukesh sit by my

side and placed his arms around me.
Mukesh moved forward hesitantly
and looked apologetically at me,
muttering “I don’t know. Is this right?
Hope you don’t mind.”

I smiled at Mukesh encouragingly

and said, “Come my baby! I love
you. My husband has asked me to
kiss you. I want you to kiss me hard.”

Looking at Mukesh’s hesitation, Nalin

almost shouted at Mukesh with some
irritation in his voice, “Don’t sit like a
buffoon. She is waiting and I am
ordering you. Come on kiss Neha.”

Finally Mukesh moved closer and

placed his hand on my head. I felt
Mukesh’s hand caressing my hair as
if gently combing it. I felt happy that
at least he took initiative. I took his
hands in mine and pulled him closer.

Mukesh adjusted his stance

awkwardly. He lowered his mouth. I
caught his face and pressed his lips
on mine. Finally he opened his
mouth and we kissed each other
hesitantly initially and passionately
later. As seconds passed his lips
pressed harder and maneuvered skill
fully on mine. I began to feel his heat
as he held me hard and sucked my
breath in that long kiss. That was the
first time ever that I kissed anyone
other than my husband. We must
have kissed for almost two minutes,
whilst he kept moving his hands on
my back. When he finished, I was
breathless.

Whilst we were kissing, Nalin was

massaging my legs from my toes
inching upwards sensuously.

I looked at Nalin to check if he was

ok with my kissing Mukesh. Nalin
understood my look and kissed my
navel to convey that he was fine with
it. I murmured in his ears that
Mukesh was feeling shy. Nalin
nodded his head. He began
caressing my body over the gown as
Mukesh watched. I felt Nalin’s hands
exploring my front. He ran his fingers
over my gown, squeezed my breasts
and caressed my navel. Mukesh was
watching our game with a peculiar
look. It was like a hungry cub seeing
his father eating a goat, hoping for
his turn.

Nalin gently took my one hand and

placed it between Mukesh’s legs. He
wanted me to stroke him. Earlier he
had desired that at least I should
masturbate Mukesh. Of course I
wanted much more than that. I
squeezed my palm hard on his
trousers. I could feel his big cock
under the trousers. It was getting
harder. He was getting aroused
seeing Nalin fondling me. I kept
squeezing his trousers. His erection
was visible and I felt it also in my
palm.

Nalin was mighty pleased to see my

voluntary initiative. He came close
and kissed me briefly and whispered,
“Thank you. You are a sweetie.”

I felt Mukesh’s meat rod stretching

his trousers. Nalin quickly opened
Mukesh’s fly and uncovered his
shaft. Mukesh unbuttoned his
trousers. He pushed his trousers
down on the floor. He also dispensed
with his under wear in no time. He
was naked from waist down. His cock
was then free, fully erect and hard. It
was defying gravity. I saw it with
amazement. I covered it with my
palm. I felt a sizable mass of hard
meat in my palm. I saw his big cock
pointing straight at me. It was
certainly bigger and thicker than
Nalin’s.

I hinted Nalin to get rid of his

trousers also. I caught their cocks in
my hands and gently began to pump
their hard cocks. Mukesh spoke
something in Nalin’s ears. I did not
get to hear it. I asked them, “What is
the matter?”

Nalin said, “Mukesh is asking if he

could carry you up in his arms to the
bedroom?”

I was high by then. I told my

husband, “Enough of your
wisecracks. You are the boss.”
Mukesh lifted me up easily. It was
perhaps more than 18 months since
he carried a woman to bedroom. I
saw my husband follow him.

I smiled at them. I pulled both of

them and caught their cocks and
began stroking them. I said, “You two
rogues. You people can’t think of
anything but sex. But I like it”

My husband reached my legs and

started massaging my toes and
ankles. Nalin was an expert in erotic
massage. I always enjoyed his
tantalizing massage. He massaged
my toes, ankles and then the calf
muscles. He was so sensual that I
could not avoid moaning softly. I
whispered, “I love your massage.”

I closed my eyes and felt another set

of hands on my head. My husband
must have signaled Mukesh. Mukesh
began hesitantly and caressed my
hair and then gently came down to
my neck and my face. Nalin caught
his hands to demonstrate how to
massage my face better. I closed my
eyes and was experiencing two sets
of hands wandering over my half
naked body under the flimsy gown. I
simply closed my eyes and did not
speak.

When Mukesh reached below my

neck, his fingers got entangled on
my gown. My husband came to his
rescue and unbuttoned the top part
of my gown. My gown slipped down
to below my shoulders. When
Mukesh came down to my shoulders
and parts above my breasts, I began
shuddering with excitement. The
touch of his hands sent shivers down
my body. My husband was reaching
my knees and gradually moving up.
He had raised my gown up.

Mukesh hesitated to go lower down.

Silently, Nalin caught his hands and
moved them over to my breasts
hinting him to massage my breasts.
When he touched my boobs, Mukesh
was so overwhelmed by the feel that
he kept massaging them repeatedly
without leaving them. This,
combined with my stroking of his
cock was doing things to him. On the
other side Nalin was also ecstatic
that his rather conservative wife
(me) agreed to fulfill his fantasy and
was shaking their two cocks in her
hands.

He muttered, “Neha, I am so grateful

to you. You have fulfilled my fantasy.
I love you for this.”

Mukesh whispered in my ears, “I am

thankful to you for letting me touch
you.”

I replied, “Don’t thank me. If I can

give you some of the pleasures, your
wife gave you, I shall be pleased.” I
looked straight into his eyes. I was
drowning in the ocean of lust and
love. At that time, I wanted him real
bad. When he began to caress and
squeeze my breasts over the gown, I
pushed the top of my gown down to
my waist belt. I was topless. I said,
“Come on, silly. Get rid of your
hesitation.”

That was the time, when I decided

that I would fulfill the fantasy of my
husband fully. I sat up in bed still
stroking their lunds. I saw Mukesh
focusing on my swollen, ripe and
adamant breasts jutting out of my
body. My erect nipples pointed
straight as if ready to spray milk.
Mukesh looked like a child looking at
some fancy toy with wonder. My
breasts swayed slowly as I moved. I
caught his hands and placed them
on my breasts. He cupped them. I
felt constant flow of juice flowing out
of my pussy.

As he caressed and relished my

breasts in his palms, he muttered,
“You are unbelievably gorgeous. In
this pose, you look like a statute of
Venus.” I could not control blushing.

He cupped my breasts. My boobs

were swollen and pointing straight at
him. My nipples ballooned to the
point of bursting. There were tiny
goose pimples on areolas. Areolas of
my tits were fully swollen. I was
amazed at the impact of my arousal
on my body. I felt as if my breasts
were full of milk. They were craving
for a hard and ruthless sucking and
mauling. I had such churning of
sensations and desire in my breasts
that I wanted him to suck them,
squeeze them and bite my nipples
hard. The feeling of his cupping my
breasts was driving me mad. Down
below, my husband reached my
thighs and was doing things there.

My body language revealed of my

horny state. I was queering on the
bed almost as if begging him to fuck
me. I felt almost like reaching the
climax. I had twitching spasms in my
pussy that drove me crazy with lust.
I was itching to be fucked hard. Both
men looked at my state with
pleasant surprise. This was perhaps
the first time that both were
seducing a woman together. That
was the first time that any male
other than my husband got so close
to me.

Nalin got up and gently pushed my

hips up a little and pulled my gown
off. I lay on bed completely naked for
a few seconds. It was a tremendous
feeling for me to lie naked by the
side of two naked men watching me
with all the lights on. I instinctively,
tried to cover my breasts and my
body.

Mukesh gently pulled me up in

sitting position and brought our lips
together to kiss me hard on my lips. I
had their cocks in my hands all
along. It was not just a deep French
kiss. He began kissing me all over
my body starting with my earlobes.
This was my weakness. He then
began kissing my forehead, neck,
shoulder blades, chest and he got
onto one of my breasts sucking it so
hard that I had pain. He bit my
nipples hard and kept mumbling,
“God! These are gorgeous. I shall not
leave them for anything.”
As he kissed me, he moved my
hands away, which were making a
bad job of covering my exposed
body. I opened my mouth and took
his tongue into my mouth. I could
not control my urge caused by days
or weeks of fantasizing sex with him
and the tidbits of flirting we had for
the last few months. I sucked saliva
out of it. His saliva tested erotic. His
hands caressed my naked back. His
fingers explored the cavity of my rib
cage. As he explored it, his fingers
reached the crack of my ass. He
squeezed my buttocks with the
fingers of his one hand. This was an
indescribably ecstatic experience for
me.

I felt Nalin’s tongue licking my

vagina mound. My husband wanted
to drive me to the heights I had
rarely experienced. I spread my legs
wider to let my husband push his
head deeper between them. Mukesh
bent his head down and began
kissing my tits and sucking them one
after the other. Nalin gestured to me
hiding behind Mukesh signaling me
that it is time to seduce Mukesh. He
did it by making a circle with the
thumb and index finger of one hand
and inserting and withdrawing the
index finger of the other hand
repeatedly through that circle. He
was indicating intercourse. I blushed
at his brazenly signaling me to be
fucked by his friend.

Mukesh was licking and fondling my

boobs. I murmured in his ears, “Do
you want me now?”

He said, “More than ever.”

He wrapped his palm around my

palm. He wanted me to feel his
erection. It was rock hard. I kept
caressing his cock. I began shagging
his cock. It was easily the biggest
one I had seen. I admit that I had not
seen any adult penis, other than my
husband’s.

I inserted my one hand into his shirt

to feel his chest and his nipple. He
quickly removed his shirt. He was
fully naked. His hairy chest felt so
erotic. When we were fully naked
and the veil of shame or restraint
evaporated, I made him lie down by
my side. I had his hard cock in my
palm. I stroked it gently. He had his
hand on my buttocks. We looked into
each other’s eyes. I asked him
loudly, “Tell me, what is this we are
doing?”

Without giving it a second thought,

Mukesh said, ”Neha, I want you. I am
saying this in front of your husband
that I don’t want you just for now. I
want as much of you as I can have
forever; if you and your husband
agree.”

My husband Nalin replied promptly,

“You were asking for someone like
Neha to be your wife. I told you there
is no one like Neha. However, here is
Neha in flesh and blood and as long
as you both don’t throw me out of
your lives, she is yours as much as
she is mine.”

I blushed at his announcement. That

was all the talk we could have;
because my husband was back on
me sucking my fully matured
melons, suckling them one time and
biting my nipples other times. His
action threw me in a tizzy. I began to
feel spasm and twitching inside my
pussy. Whilst he kissed and sucked
my breasts, his one hand constantly
worked on my ass, squeezing my
bottoms and pulling me closer to
him, if that was possible; inserting
his fingers into the crack. His rock
hard rod was poking my belly. I was
experiencing spasm of erotic waves
going on between my mind and
between my legs. I was leaking
juices.

After a while, he made Mukesh to

come and work on my breasts as he
moved towards my legs and began
tongue fucking me first and finger
fucking me after his tongue got tired.
His actions sent my mind spinning. I
gyrated on bed moaning loudly then.
I sighed out, “Please, suck my
breasts, I am coming……”

Mukesh was sucking my one breast

and squeezed and pinched the other,
I jerked and said, “Harder…. I am
cummminggg……..” He sucked me
harder as I had my first orgasm that
night.

Nalin resumed working intensely on

my pussy. He increased pace of
finger fucking. He was perhaps
preparing me for his best friend. He
inserted his fingers so that it could
reach deep inside my love passage.
He could sense the smoothness of
my shaved pussy. Nalin always told
me that it was an experience to slide
his hand over my mound and feel
that perfect smoothness. Nalin took
Mukesh’s hand and placed it on my
smooth mound.

My one hand did not let go of his

mammoth manhood. More than
giving him the pleasure, I wanted to
feel his large cock in my hands. This
was the experience, I longed for
quite some time. I caressed his
testicles so lovingly that Mukesh
could not control his oomph!

When he saw that Mukesh was

adequately busy, Nalin positioned his
hard cock at my mouth. He wanted
me to give him a blow hob, which
otherwise I avoided. I gladly opened
my mouth wide and let him insert his
cock gently in my mouth. I wrapped
my lips around his shaft and
squeezed his cock with my lips and
caressed it with my tongue.

On the other side, Mukesh’s hand

travelled down to between my legs
and reached my G-Spot. He slowly
inserted his one finger into my pussy
hole. He must have sensed flow of
my juices. He rubbed the upper part
of my pussy lips lovingly. I had a
small hole and his finger in it made
me jump in arousal. I held his hand
and whispered in his ears,
“Mukesh…..” indicating my arousal.
He began pushing his finger in and
out of my hole. I got highly aroused
on finger fucking. He started
vigorously stroking my pussy with
two of his fingers. He increased his
pace much more. I was on the edge.
A huge wave of spasm caught me
between my legs. I reached the
crescendo of my pleasure again and
began cumming hard at his action. I
shouted, “Mukesh , don’t stop…… I
am cumming… ooohhh!: There I had
my second orgasm.

I lay in bed exhausted, eyes closed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my
husband sitting some distance away
and watching us. He smiled
encouragingly. Mukesh was
surveying my fully naked body. His
eyes were focused on my breasts
and flat belly ending at my belly
button, then tapering down into the
navel to culminate between my legs.
I wondered if he was puzzled seeing
how my big breasts remained so
upright. Was he wondering at the
smoothness of my body, as he slid
his palm over my flat belly reaching
down to the end?

I asked him, “What are you looking

at?”

He replied, “I am wondering, how

lucky I am and how lucky Nalin is.
Neha, believe me; I am not happy
being your lover for tonight. I would
love you to be mine, forever; if I can
help it.” The conclusive way he said
it; had butter flies flying in my
stomach.

I looked at my husband. He was

listening to the conversation intently.
I realized a serious situation
developing. Would that lead to a
conflict between him and my
husband? I did not know. However,
at that time looking him sitting
naked with his hairy chest looming
large on me; I did not care. I
whispered to him, “We shall see, but
at this moment, fuck me.” That was
also the first time that I used the
word ‘fuck’.

My simple sentence was just enough

to drive him into action. I caught his
cock in my palm. It had contracted
somewhat. I made him lie on bed
and sat up. I began stroking it. The
lusty meat rod began to expand
rapidly. I rotated my palm over the
tip of his cock’s eye. I saw a series of
drops oozing out in rapid succession.
Mukesh began squeezing my breasts
and simultaneously squeezing my
buttocks also, as I pumped his cock
harder. Very soon, his rod assumed
the fullest erection. It was at least six
to seven inches in length and might
be about two inches thick. That was
as big as I had ever seen or
imagined. I wondered how it could
have gone into Anu bhabhi’s (his late
wife’s) hole. Well, at that moment I
had to worry of the same problem for
me then.

Mukesh lay on the bed, with his long

rod in my charge. I slowly rose from
the bed, turned to his Lund (Cock, in
Hindi language). Turning 180
degrees, I climbed on top of Mukesh
and rested my full weight on his
body. I let my pussy close to his face.
I went down to kiss his cock. In this
short time, I had become quite fond
of his lovely Lund. We were in ‘69’
position. Mukesh must have felt my
pussy hole leaking rather heavily
with drops falling on his chest.. He
adjusted his position. I felt him
licking on the periphery of my slit.
Again, I felt a surge of high voltage
current making me vibrate with
ecstasy.

I shuddered as I felt his tongue

entering my pussy. I had a spasm in
my pussy as I sensed his tongue
inside me. My pussy twitched in
contraction. He kept swapping his
tongue into and around my pussy for
quite some time. Then he slowly
began stroking his finger in and out
of my pussy once again. As my love
hole accommodated his finger, he
inserted another one into my love
hole. A crescendo of ecstatic waves
was building up inside me. As I
mentioned, I am very vulnerable to
finger fucking. I can have a number
of orgasms, simply through finger
fucking. I cried out ooohhh… as
Mukesh began stroking harder. As he
reached a faster pace, I had an
uncontrollable huge orgasm. I cried
out, “Ooohhh mukesh... please fuck
me now. I can’t control…”

I heard my husband exhorting

Mukesh, “Mukesh go ahead, fuck her.
She is a bitch in heat for you. She
wants your lund (cock) in her choot
(cunt) now. Fuck her hard.”

Mukesh saw me having my third

orgasm that night. He stopped. I
collapsed on the bed, exhausted
after so many quick orgasms. I
rested for a while. I saw his Lund
losing erection somewhat. I felt a
pang of sorrow for this man, who did
so much for us and who loved me
heartily. I rose after a slight break
and moved to his cock. I opened my
mouth and I lapped up the drops of
juice forming at the tip of his cock.
His cock was rock hard by then. I
wrapped the tip of his cock between
my lips. I slurped on it for a few
seconds. Under me I felt him
shudder a little. I continued lapping
around his tip and suddenly pulled it
into my mouth. My lips enveloped it.
I began stroking him slowly.

I felt his body becoming tight. I

realized that since he was devoid of
sex for a long time, he might eject
soon, I stopped. I did not want him to
cum in my mouth. I had waited for so
long. I wanted him to cum in me.
Secretly, that was the reason I was
on the pills for quite some time now.
I gradually slid down from atop his
body and stretched flat on the bed
next to him. Nalin moved forward
and made Mukesh mount on me.

I took Mukesh’s cock in my hand and

stroked it gently pushing the foreskin
back and forth. This was also
somewhat difficult moment for me as
I had to accommodate his rather big
cock into my small hole. I lubricated
his cock and rubbed his leaking cock
on my fully over flowing pussy lips.
After lubricating both, I gently
pushed his cock in my cunt. I
motioned for him to push it further
down. He was as gentle as ever. He
perhaps realized that I feared his big
size cock in my hole. He pushed his
cock in, a little and pulled it back.
Again he rubbed it a little onto the
pussy lips and pushed it in, gently
again. It was so sweet of him. I knew
that he wanted to push it in and fuck
me quickly. However, his action of
controlling his urge made me admire
him.

He gradually began stroking his cock

in and out of my love hole. He made
sure that I almost did not feel any
pain at all. It was so sweet and
marvelous to feel him inside me.
When he inserted himself fully inside
me; I asked him to halt for a while.
When he looked at me questioningly,
I smiled and told him, “I want to feel
you inside me. Please let me feel you
for some time.”

He stopped and waited for a while.

He was in a high state of arousal and
as such, he still made very tiny
strokes inside me, whilst he halted. It
was such a wonderful feeling
experiencing Mukesh’s fully
engorged cock inside my body. I told
him, “Mukesh, whether my husband
finally accepts you as my husband or
not, I am and will be your wife by
heart forever. Even if socially, I may
not be accepted as your wife, by
heart I shall ever be yours.” I looked
at my husband also whilst I said it.

Nalin responded promptly. He was

emotional. His eyes were wet. He
said, “I shall not back out. If you and
Mukesh both are agreeable, I have
no issues with it. Please go ahead
without any hesitation.”

With that, Mukesh started fucking

me with much greater vigor. It was
then just raw and simple sex. It was
two bodies asking enjoyment from
each other and making efforts to
fulfill the other partner’s demands. I,
in turn, matched his strokes by
raising my belly and meeting his
thrust to ensure that his cock
entered deep recesses in my body,
where even my husband’s cock had
never reached before. His balls
swayed and slapped on my pussy
lips and ass crack; making slapping
sounds. This exhilarating experience;
formed a very important memory
and history in my life span. I will rate
the fuck; Mukesh gave me on that
day, as the best, I ever had until
then. It easily surpassed the fuck my
husband gave me on the night of our
honeymoon.

Mukesh became vocal as he fucked

me. He kept on saying, “Neha I love
you so very much… Your entry in my
life has completely changed me… I
will never leave you. I am yours for
ever… For me you are my wife and I
am your husband. Please do not ever
leave me.”

I did not say anything. I was too busy

enjoying his deep thrusts to say
anything. It was just ooommmhhh,
Aaahhh…. Ooohhh…hhhaaa…
coming out of my mouth as he
began fucking me harder and harder.
For the first time in my life, I
experienced what a real hard fucking
was. I was torn into numerous
emotions. Here was my lover fucking
me in reality, which was just a
fantasy a little while ago.
Finally, I felt that Mukesh was
reaching the extreme. He squeezed
my shoulders so tight, that I felt the
pain. I was also reaching the climax
of our lovemaking. I caught the
buttocks of Mukesh and squeezed
them hard and cried in low voice, “I
am coming… I feel so good… Mukesh
. Please don’t sto... Fuck me hard… I
am yours and will remain yours for
ever… Please fuck me until the end
of my life. Oh… Aaar ghhh….” I had
a huge orgasm. However, this time,
Mukesh did not stop. He did not let
me rest.

Mukesh was ramming his rod in and

out of me. He was nearing his
climax. I was also in complete
rhythm with him. But then a thought
struck me. I stopped him. His eyes
were asking me what happened. I
motioned him to lie down. I climbed
on top of him. I murmured, “I want to
come again and with you now.” I
took his hard rock into me gradually.
It slipped in without much trouble. I
could feel his engorged rod bore into
my crevices and love valleys. I began
pumping my body onto him, making
his rock hard cock go in and out.
Mukesh also swayed and raised his
belly to match my motion. I was
going nuts, feeling the movement of
his cock sliding in and out of my love
hole.

My breasts were jumping up and

down with my up and downward
swings. His cock went even deeper
into me than before. Huge amount of
juices flowed out of my pussy onto
his ass. His hands tightened onto
both my breasts. he squeezed them
so hard that had there been any milk
in them, it could have come out. He
pinched my nipples hard.
Occasionally, he bent his head up
and suckd my breasts and bite my
nipples.

I went crazy and burst into another

huge orgasm wih 'aaahhhh…
Mukesh, I am coming… I am
coming…”

He also reached his climax at the

same time as I did. with a huge
Aaaa… hhh…” With that he released
a huge load of his semen into my
crevice. I felt his warm and thick
sperm filling all corners of my deep
caves and overflowing. It felt deeply
satisfying after months of
fantasizing. I felt that it was worth
the wait

Nalin was highly aroused as I could

see from the hardness of his
erection. He was in a hurry to put his
cock into my wet cunt. He did not
need then to lubricate it. My pussy
hole was fully lubricated. He made
me lie on bed and climbed on top of
me and pushed his penis into mine.
After experiencing rather a big cock
into my pussy, my husband’s fully
erect cock went in easily. I asked him
to clean the pussy and remove
excess cum from outside and inside.
I wanted to feel him.

Nalin was charged, like a horny bull.

He had seen our lovemaking. This
was the fulfillment of his big fantasy
of a long time. Now there was no
hesitation, regret or fear. My
husband had been dreaming for this
sight for a long time.

Nalin kept hammering me with great

vigor. I called Mukesh and caught his
flaccid cock in my hand. He watched
our lovemaking, sitting next to me. I
picked his hand and placed it on my
breasts. He began to knead my
breasts. He picked my nipples
between his fingers and rolled them
and squeezed them. His squeezing
action was typical. He squeezed the
massive bottom of my breasts first
and gradually slid his fingers up;
increasing the pressure on my
breasts as he came up to the
nipples. My one hand was busy in
stroking his semi erect cock. As I
stroked his cock, it began to harden.

Nalin reached his climax in no time. I

asked him to release his load into my
pussy. With a big sigh and Oomph,
he released his load in my pussy. By
the time, my husband was finished,
Mukesh was hard and ready for
another round. I stroked his Lund to
a big erection. I stood up, coming
down the bed. I bent 90 degrees,
holding the edge of the bed and
kissed his cock and made him come
behind me. I was too horny to be
satisfied. I had two cocks now to
serve me and four hands. Those four
hands were all over me now. It was a
fantastic feeling to have two cocks
and four hands; working hard to
please me.

I stood waiting as Mukesh positioned

his big cock at the entrance of my
love hole. I picked it, adjusted its
position and he pushed it in. He
began to pump me from behind. He
was gentle and loving. He grabbed
both my tits in his two hands. I made
Nalin to come and stand so that he
positioned his cock in my mouth. I
savored his wet cock covered by his
semen, my juice and Mukesh’s
semen.

It was so erotic and titillating that I

had two orgasms, by the time both
my lovers also exploded once.
We were exhausted and lay on bed.
My husband told Mukesh that I would
be his, whenever he wanted me. He
said that he would not feel slighted. I
told my husband that I would
completely agree to whatever was
the wish of my husband. I had no
objection to have sex with Mukesh.
Nalin again asked me if I was ready
to be Mukesh’s wife forever. I replied
that if he so desired then I wanted to
be as much a wife of Mukesh as I
was his, forever.

Mukesh was silent. Looking at his

silence, my husband and I thought
that Mukesh was having second
thoughts. To clear the matter, my
husband said, “Mukesh, we want you
to enjoy with us, period. There are no
pre-conditions.”

What Mukesh said, then made

history of sorts; until the end of my
life. He said, “I swear under oath to
accept Neha as my lawful wife. I
would never look at another woman
with lust and would perform my duty
as her husband. I accept to share her
with you. It would be my greatest
pleasure to have both of you as my
life time partners.”

One year later:

Mukesh sold his old flat. He insisted

that we move into his new house and
stay with him. We moved into his
new flat. Mukesh made Nalin as his
partner in business.

I slept with Nalin one night. The next

night, I slept with Mukesh. Many
times, we all slept together and
fucked on the same bed. I was the
happiest woman on earth. In the
past, a husband had more than one
wife. I had two husbands to take care
of me.

I had a son that year. I do not know

who his biological father was. None
of us cared. I told my son to call
Nalin his father and Mukesh his elder
father (father’s elder brother). Nalin
and I were husband and wife for the
external world. Officially and on
record, my son was known as Nalin’s
son. However, from that time on, I
had two husbands. Our close friends
accepted our relationship.

As Mukesh’s business flourished and

we earned much more wealth and
became richer, people gradually
began to accept us as we were.
Although, perhaps, they knew about
our relationship, they kept quiet.

Nalin was happy at the turn of

events. He said that the
arrangement brought cheers to all.
He said that he got me back in full
form. I was then always eager to
have sex with him.

Now:

Mukesh willed all his properties to

me, Nalin and our children. We are
living happily together, enjoying our
threesome to date. Our son is now
five years old. I am pregnant again. I
do not know who the biological
father is, it does not matter to us
anymore and we do not care.