Nisha had arranged to meet Meenakshi for a drink on the way home from work. It had been a while since they had met without their two husbands and they had missed the opportunity to have a candid, racy conversation about their sex lives; one of the whispered, giggly conversations they had always had over a bottle or two of wine ever since Nisha had been Meenakshi’s bridesmaid many years earlier. She looked forward to hearing about what Meenakshi and her husband, Rishi, had been getting up to between the sheets since last they had talked.
They had decided to meet in the West End in a small bar near Piccadilly. Meenakshi had taken the day off and had spent it shopping on Oxford Street. The shops had been busy and she was running late so she texted Nisha to let her know. Receiving the text, Nisha sighed and looked at her Instagram to pass the time. This wasn’t the first time Meenakshi had been late.
Meenakshi and Nisha had been friends for ever, or at least so it felt to Nisha. When Rishi, an old family friend of hers, had brought Meenakshi round to her house to introduce her as his new girlfriend eighteen years previously, she and Nisha had hit it off immediately and all three of them had been extremely close in the years since. Rishi and Meenakshi had married two years later and were now the parents of two teenage girls, but Nisha had always continued to meet them regularly and the children considered her an aunty more than a family friend.
When Nisha and Rishi were younger their parents had hoped they might get married and had even encouraged them to do so but, although attracted to one another, Rishi and Nisha had never taken their relationship beyond that of friends. Rishi had met Meenakshi around the same time and had been so overwhelmed by her beauty and attractive, sexy personality that nobody else could capture his attention and he had remained completely in love with, and faithful to, Meenakshi ever since.
Meanwhile, Nisha had eventually met and married Chris and they were equally devoted to one another. Although she had been in her fifties when she married Chris, she had never had much regular sex until then. Now she was getting it at least daily and usually more frequently than that. Chris had an insatiable sexual appetite and their days usually began and ended with a fuck and were often punctuated with one or two quickies in between. Nisha loved the attention, and that she could talk about almost any of her sexual needs with Chris and he would try to fulfill them. It also meant she had lots to gossip about when she had one of her racy tête-à-têtes with Meenakshi.
Fifteen minutes after she had received the text Meenakshi had still not arrived and Nisha was a bit annoyed. Why did Meenakshi always go by “Indian time?” Nisha by contrast had arrived early and had quickly attracted the attention of a group of drunken bankers who had offered to buy her drinks and sit with her. It must have been the low-cut dress that Nisha was wearing that had drawn them to her. Admittedly, she was displaying a lot of cleavage, and in a way she was flattered that, aged fifty-one, she could still have pulled one of these much younger guys if she had wanted to, but she wasn’t interested and looked at her watch wishing Meenakshi would get here soon.
When Meenakshi eventually arrived Nisha had already had two glasses of wine from the bottle she had ordered and was beginning to feel a bit tipsy. Meenakshi put down her many shopping bags, took off her coat and after hugs, sat down opposite Nisha, apologising for her tardiness. It didn’t take long for Nisha to forgive her.
“Nice dress!” Nisha said, and Meenakshi stood up again to give Nisha a twirl. It was a beautiful short, tight dress; dark blue in colour, it perfectly showed off Meenakshi’s legs and curves. “Very sexy,” Nisha continued. “You’d better be careful in here though – I’ve been fighting off these wankers over there for the last half hour. When they clock you looking like that they’ll be after you instead!” Meenakshi laughed.
The two friends caught up on the news about their lives and families but it didn’t take Meenakshi long to raise their pet subject of sex. “So how’s your sex life Nisha?” Meenakshi swept back her long black hair and flashed Nisha a big, white smile. “I hope that husband of yours is still giving you plenty,” she began in her typically forthright manner as she poured them both another glass of wine.
“God yeah,” Nisha replied. “He can’t keep his hands off me. Every night he comes home from work and expects sex straight away. I was watching TV when he came home last night and after I’d given him a welcome home kiss he roughly undressed me, bent me over and fucked me then and there. I just carried on watching TV until he finished – I didn’t want to miss Pointless.” They both laughed. “I love being used like that for quickie sex. But yes, it’s great. We’re always trying new stuff. How about you? Is Rishi still as horny as ever?”
“Yes, similar with me,” Meenakshi began, “Rishi doesn’t show any signs of slowing down either. But I must admit, his size is beginning to be a problem, would you believe.”
Nisha was stunned. One of the things Meenakshi had always seemed to like best about her husband was the fact that he had an extremely long and thick cock. Nisha had heard many stories about how Rishi had stretched Meenakshi to her limits – something she loved – and Nisha had always joked that his cock had been the reason why an average looking guy like Rishi had managed to marry a beautiful, sexy woman like Meenakshi. So how could his size have emerged as a problem eighteen years and two children later?
Meenakshi leaned in towards Nisha conspiratorially and explained further. “Remember the last time we had one of our chats?” she whispered. “I told you we had been experimenting with… er… anal play?” She giggled as she pointed to her beautiful, round bottom. “Well at that point it was just using a butt plug or dildo. Sometimes I’d play on my own and other times I’d use one when I was being fucked – I love the feeling of being full in both holes at once – but… sorry, am I shocking you?”
Meenakshi had noticed the look on Nisha’s face. The frankness of the conversation had taken even Nisha aback and, despite her best efforts, it was showing in her dropped jaw and wide eyes.
“No, not at all! Do continue Meenakshi.” Nisha regained a straight face and Meenakshi continued her explanation.
“Well, I was really enjoying the dildos and stuff but I wanted the ‘real thing’ so we tried it but I just couldn’t take him inside me. We’ve tried loads of times now but I just can’t accommodate his cock. We’re getting frustrated because he wants to do it and I can’t wait to feel a man inside my bum but… well… it just doesn’t seem we’re compatible in that area.” Meenakshi looked despondent.
“Have you tried using more lube? I’ve read that…”
“We’ve tried everything, Nisha,” Meenakshi interjected. “Even poppers. The thing is, we both want it so badly but there just doesn’t seem to be a solution to the problem. My hips must be too narrow. I just can’t take a cock as big as his in my arse. My pussy? No problem! But my arse…?
Nisha took a moment to consider Meenakshi’s revelation. The brief pause in conversation was only broken when Nisha smiled knowingly.”Sorry for smiling,” she started, “…but it’s just that we both appear to have the same problem only in reverse.”
Meenakshi looked confused so Nisha continued.
“After our conversation last time I was interested in trying anal play myself. You made it sound fun so I asked Chris if he wanted to try it and he was keen. So we did it – full anal sex – and it was okay but I felt I needed… more. Chris isn’t small as I’ve told you, and his cock took some getting used to at first, but once we’d done it a few times I just wanted something bigger and thicker.” Nisha looked around to check nobody was listening then whispered, “He doesn’t know this, but I’ve bought some huge dildos and when he’s not around I use them. We’ve pretty much stopped having anal, which he’s not happy about, but it doesn’t really do anything for me unless I’m completely filled up, if you know what I mean? I know he’d be much happier if he could satisfy me that way but I can only cum if I’m really stretched and his cock simply isn’t big enough.”
Now it was Meenakshi’s turn to look shocked. “So let me get this right! All four of us want anal but your husband’s cock is too small and my husband’s is too big? What the fuck…?” Nisha smiled ruefully and nodded.
There was a long pause in the conversation as both women took a sip of wine and considered their shared dilemma. It would have been obvious to any observer that, as Meenakshi and Nisha mulled over the situation, there was an obvious solution to the problem. It would have been equally obvious that both women were aware of what the solution was but neither were prepared to take the step of suggesting it to the other. It was Nisha who broke the silence.
“So if you had a partner with a smaller cock – Chris for example – for one night only, what would you do with him?” She tried to make the question sound hypothetical but as soon as the words left her lips she knew it sounded much more tangible than she had intended. This wasn’t lost on Meenakshi who realised that Nisha was coming to the same conclusion as her.
“Well, as you know, I love Rishi so I would only ever be with the other guy – Chris, to use your example – for good anal sex, and it would only be with Rishi’s knowledge and consent. If I did have a night with a guy with a regular sized cock I might let him fuck my pussy too just to see what it was like – as you know, I was a virgin when I met Rishi and have only known his cock – but I can’t imagine it would be as good as having Rishi’s truncheon inside there.” They both giggled. “What about you?”
“Same,” Nisha replied, “I just want to experience the feeling of being stretched in both holes by a guy with a big cock. Feeling him pull out of my pussy only to force his way inside my bum would be such a turn on. But like you, I love my husband and would never go behind his back.”
Meenakshi considered Nisha’s answer. “But if you told Chris what you’ve just told me about your fantasies, would he let you have a night with a guy with a bigger cock… Rishi for example? I thought you guys could talk about anything.” Their eyes met but this time they both looked at each other knowingly. It was clear to both of them what the other was thinking.”
“I don’t know,” Nisha replied. “We do have some secrets. I’ve not even told him about my monster dildos much less my fantasies about a larger guy. He might feel inadequate or that I’m cheating on him. I’d feel awkward even raising it with him in case he didn’t agree to it. And what if I liked monster cock so much I wanted it regularly? I’m not sure I trust myself. What about Rishi? Would he let you go with another guy for a night if it meant you could experience good anal sex?”
“I don’t think Rishi would feel inadequate at least – he’s got more between his legs than any girl could want.” More giggles. “But I don’t think he’d let me go with another guy unless perhaps it was part of a ‘wife swap’ situation – he would have to feel it was fair on both of us, if that makes sense? Even then I’m not sure he would go for it but we’ve been married for eighteen years and our marriage is rock-solid in every other way – maybe he’d like to spice things up a bit with a one night ‘hall pass’, especially if it meant he got to have anal sex. I know he’s desperate for it.”
“Yes, that makes sense,” Nisha replied. “And I think Chris would think the same. If going with someone else was something we both did together he might go for it – especially if the other woman was attractive and enthusiastic about anal. I know he’s desperate too but I just don’t get off when he does it with me and it frustrates him. Maybe I’m just being a bit selfish.”
“Yes, we will have to make sure the guys have a good time and have their needs met too.”
Meenakshi’s slip from the conditional to the future tense was accidental but it marked a distinct change in the conversation. Suddenly the women were discussing how they would arrange their ‘husband swap’ and any pretence that this was a hypothetical situation was suddenly dropped. Both women desperately wanted the other’s husband for the night to fulfill their darkest desires. But Nisha was still anxious.
“I just don’t know how I’ll raise it with Chris. I know he fancies you – he can’t stop looking at you when we’re all together, although he thinks I don’t notice – but I’m not sure how he’ll react when I raise it with him. We’ve never talked about swapping with another couple before.”
“I know what you mean,” Meenakshi replied. “It’s awkward with your own husband, isn’t it. So… how about we proposition each other’s husband? I’ll ask Chris and you talk to Rishi. If he would do it with anyone he would do it with you – he loves you to bits and still fancies you as much as ever. We’ll tell them everything; that we have both discussed it and that we’re keen to try it. We’ll pretend that we’re doing it for their pleasure not ours; that we love our husbands and just want them to be satisfied in bed. They’d be mad not to go along with it when they know their wives are happy with the arrangement – it’s every man’s dream!
“When we’ve spoken to them separately they can get together, discuss it, and come back to us with a joint answer. Their discussion will remain secret so we won’t be offended if either one of them doesn’t want to fuck either one of us. We’ll never know who said no, but if one of them doesn’t like the idea my bet is that the other one will talk him round. If neither of them are up for it we can just put the idea down to too much drink and apologise for suggesting it.
“What’s the worst that can happen? If they turn us down it will only be because they love us and want to be faithful, but either way their egos will be boosted because they’ve been asked to fuck another woman. It’s a win-win situation; either we get a great night of sex or we know that our husbands are faithful to us even when tempted.”
Nisha thought about it further. Would Chris think less of her for offering herself to another man, albeit with return favours for him? Meenakshi was right though; by pretending it was all for Chris’s benefit the worst that could happen would be that she could be accused of an error of judgement, not unfaithfulness. She trusted Meenakshi to explain to Chris that this was to be an act of love, not desertion or dissatisfaction on Nisha’s part, and she would do the same for Meenakshi with Rishi. The thought of Rishi’s monster cock was very tempting; if she had known all these years ago that his cock was so huge he might have got her down the aisle after all.
“Okay, let’s do it,” Nisha said. “Let’s ask them at Rina’s wedding next Saturday. There’ll be loads to drink so we can just blame it on that if it all goes wrong.”
“Mark my words,” Meenakshi replied, ” …by the time the boys have had a drink or two, they’ll not say no.”
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A week of constant texts and phone calls followed as Meenakshi and Nisha prepared to ask the big question at the wedding the following weekend. They rehearsed every possible scenario so, by the time the wedding day came around, both were confident that they could sweet-talk the other’s husband into bed. The plan was for Nisha to send Chris to the bar for drinks whereupon Meenakshi would intercept him and take him somewhere private to hear her proposal. Nisha would take Rishi aside at the same time and put the idea to him.
The wedding was a good one. The reception was held at a top London hotel near Hyde Park and the event oozed class. Seemingly endless courses of high quality Indian food were washed down with copious amounts of wine, and by nine o’clock – the time the girls had agreed that their plan was to be enacted – all four of them were quite tipsy.
“Chris, Rishi and Meenakshi need another drink. Would you mind?” Nisha watched as Chris rose and proceeded towards the bar.
“I’ll go and help him,” Meenakshi said, and she quickly got up and disappeared into the crowd before Rishi had a chance to offer to help instead. Seizing her opportunity, Nisha asked Rishi to accompany her outside, telling him there was something she wished to discuss with him in private. Curious, Rishi rose and led the way to the ornamental garden.
Once outside, Nisha came straight to the point. “Rishi, you know Meenakshi would do anything for you, don’t you?” she asked.
“I think so, yes,” he replied, “Just as I would do anything for her.”
“That’s what I thought. Meenakshi tells me a lot about how happy you both are together and how in love you still are, even after all these years. We talk about everything, you know.”
Rishi was beginning to wonder where the conversation was leading and was slightly on his guard but he remained quiet and allowed Nisha to continue.
“When I say we talk about everything, I mean everything,” Nisha continued. “I know for example, that you give her enormous pleasure in the bedroom. Don’t be embarrassed – be proud of how happy you make Meenakshi. She loves you very much.”
Rishi was indeed embarrassed; he knew exactly what Nisha was getting at when talking about ‘enormous pleasure.’ “You girls really don’t have any limits, do you!” he responded with a embarrassed smile.
“No, not when it comes to our friends and family, which is why I’ve brought you out here. Meenakshi knows how much you want to have sex in new and exciting ways and she’s desperate to do it for you, but she’s worried that she can’t give you what you need because of… er… your size.”
“Do you mean…?” Rishi began.
“Yes, let’s call it what it is – anal sex. It’s a perfectly natural thing for a guy to want with his wife and if it was within her power she would do it for you, but she can’t.”
Rishi didn’t know what to say and he certainly couldn’t have imagined what Nisha would say next.
“So we’ve talked about this and Meenakshi is happy if, just once, I take her place in bed and give you what you need.”
Rishi was dumbfounded. “You spoke about this? Meenakshi would do that for me? You would do that for me?” Nisha nodded earnestly. “But what about Chris? He can’t be happy about that?”
“You know how much Chris and I love you guys. I’m sure Chris will go along with it. But you must understand, Meenakshi has needs too and she wants anal sex just as much as – if not more than – you do. If you’re both agreeable, while I’m giving you what you need, Chris can be doing the same for Meenakshi.”
Realising the implications of what Nisha was saying, Rishi turned away and walked slowly towards a rose bed, running his hand through his hair as he tried to process Nisha’s words. He turned back to Nisha. “So you and me have sex and Chris and Meenakshi have sex?” Nisha nodded. “But what’s in it for you and Chris, apart from giving Meenakshi and me what we both want?” Rishi was confused.
“Let’s just say we all have the same desires but have different obstacles preventing us from having them met. I need a bigger cock than Chris’s and Meenakshi needs a smaller cock than yours. All four of us want satisfactory anal sex and Meenakshi and I have just discovered a way in which we can work together – all four of us – to make each other happy in that way.”
Rishi was still trying to work it all out. Nisha made it all sound so businesslike, and you couldn’t argue with her logic, but surely it must be more complicated than this? “And does Chris know about this?” he asked.
“Meenakshi is talking to him now on my behalf. We both want to give our men what they need. In a moment, we’re going to leave you two guys to talk it over. Your discussion will remain a secret, but at the end we would like you to give Meenakshi and me a joint answer, yes or no.” Nisha took Rishi’s arm and walked him, still shell-shocked, back to the party.
When they arrived back at their table, Meenakshi and Chris had already returned. Judging by the stunned look on Chris’s face, Nisha surmised that Meenakshi had carried out her part of the plan too. A nod from Meenakshi confirmed it. “Chris, I think we have some things to discuss,” Rishi said, clapping Chris on the shoulder. Chris got up and both men left the room.
“How did it go?” Meenakshi asked. “What did he say?”
“Very little,” Nisha replied.
“Same with Chris. I think he thought it might be a trap, but at least it wasn’t a flat no.” The girls awaited the men’s decision.
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Meanwhile outside in the ornamental garden, the men were trying to make sense of it. “So basically we swap wives for a night of anal sex?” Chris asked.
“That’s my understanding,” Rishi confirmed. “From what Nisha said, when it comes to anal sex we are all better suited to each other’s partner than our own. She made it all sound so reasonable – normal even – but I’m not sure. What do you think?”
“I’m confused about it too, to be honest, but I know I love Nisha and I know she loves me. I’ll do anything I can for her but, I suppose, if there’s something I can’t do for her it’s wrong of me to stop her getting it from someone else. And with this proposal she – with Meenakshi’s help – meets my needs in return. I suppose it’s the same for you guys. I must say, I can see the logic.”
“I agree. So… we say yes?” Rishi clarified.
“If you’re okay with it, I am,” Chris replied, and the pair shook hands and returned to the table.
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Nisha and Meenakshi had been delighted when their husbands had given their decision four weeks previously but working out the rules and practicalities of their arrangement had taken some time to conclude. There were so many things to work out: when to do it, where to do it, whether to use protection or not, childcare arrangements and many other issues.
Knowing both their husbands had had vasectomies, Nisha and Meenakshi wanted to avoid condoms but only if all four of them had taken STD tests – just in case. It was a frustrating delay to their plans but they felt it would make the experience more intense, natural and satisfying when it happened. It had taken three weeks before the tests came back clear and a date and venue were finally agreed. They would spend the night at Chris and Nisha’s house in adjoining rooms the following Saturday.
There were only to be three rules:
There would be no kissing or cuddling – that was to remain between husband and wife only. The sex would be transactional only.
Each wife would be given two hours with the other’s husband, and;
What went on during the two hours would remain confidential forever.
Both girls were excited about it and met for coffee the Thursday before. “How’s Rishi?” Nisha asked nervously. “Is he still keen to go ahead?”
“I think so,” Meenakshi replied. “I tell you what – the sex since the wedding has been amazing! He’s not asked me to try anal again and we’re both just enjoying trying out other new things. It’s freed us both up, not having to worry about the other person being dissatisfied or not getting what they want.”
“It’s been the same with us,” Nisha replied. “Chris has been even hornier than usual and the only time he has mentioned anal is in relation to next Saturday. I think I’d better warn you though, he’s going to be horny as hell by then – I hope you’re prepared for it!” They both laughed.
“I’m prepared,” Meenakshi smiled, ” …or I will be after I’ve cleaned out and stretched my bum ready for him.” Nisha’s face contorted at the grossness of Meenakshi’s reply. “But I’m more concerned about you. I’ve told you many times that Rishi is big but you do know how big, don’t you?”
“Tell me,” Nisha replied, suddenly a bit concerned.
“I measured him once and root to tip he’s thirteen inches.” Nisha’s eyes widened. “But length isn’t the main issue; after all, you can only take as much as you can take, and even I can only take about two thirds of him in my pussy. The main issue – and this is what’s causing our little problem – is his girth. His cock is as thick as my wrist! Every time he fucks me it feels like I’m being fisted rather than fucked. Are you sure you can take that.. down below?” Meenakshi flicked her gaze to Nisha’s bum and back again.
Nisha took hold of Meenakshi’s hand and examined her wrist. “Hmm… similar thickness to my dildos. I’m sure I’ll manage. Don’t worry, I’ll have a great time as will Rishi, and Chris is an amazing lover so I know you’ll both have all kinds of fun too.”
“We’ve decided not to have sex again between now and Saturday,” Meenakshi said. “We want to be hot and horny for you both, and Rishi wants to make sure he’s fully loaded for you.”
“Mmmm!” Nisha replied. “I hadn’t thought of that. We’ll do the same and I’ll tell Chris not to pop any off on his own. I’ll make sure he saves up all his cum for you.” Meenakshi smiled and licked her lips in mock delight.
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Saturday night arrived and Chris and Nisha were excited for Rishi and Meenakshi’s arrival. They had spent all day cleaning the house, putting on fresh sheets and preparing a meal. Nisha had spent an hour and a half in the bathroom making sure she was clean inside and out for Rishi. She knew Meenakshi shaved and was unsure what to do about the thick bush she had recently grown at Chris’s request – would Rishi go for fur pie? Chris said she smelled and tasted much better when she was hairy but if Rishi was used to a neatly shaved pussy her hair might put him off. By way of a compromise Nisha decided to trim but to leave some hair behind – Chris wouldn’t be happy otherwise.
Similar preparations had been going on at Meenakshi and Rishi’s house. The kids had been dropped off for a weekend with their grandparents and as the evening approached, the couple both dressed up smartly for the occasion, as had been agreed. As Meenakshi stood in front of the mirror putting on her jewellery, Rishi put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.
“Chris is a lucky guy, taking your anal cherry tonight,” he said provocatively. “I wish it was going to be me stretching your bud for the first time.”
Meenakshi smiled as she adjusted her necklace. “And Nisha’s a lucky girl, getting your truncheon deep inside her arse. I hope you’ve saved up lots of cum to give her.” She turned and kissed him deeply.
“Oh, I have,” Rishi replied as he drew away.
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Dinner was accompanied by wine, and any nervousness amongst the four friends quickly vanished as the meal went on and the drink continued to flow. Nobody mentioned their partner swap but the sexual tension in the room was palpable to all four present.
Once dinner was finished they made their way to the lounge, each couple snuggling up together on a sofa in a tangible show of togetherness before they were to bid each other goodnight and went to different rooms with a different partner. Nisha put on some music and they chatted over more wine.
As ten o’clock approached Nisha sensed that the anticipation was building and started to move things on. She had been stealing glances at the thick ridge in Rishi’s trousers all evening and could feel the building wetness in the gusset of her panties. She knew Meenakshi would be feeling the same. The wine had made her tipsy and uninhibited so Nisha took control.
“Perhaps Chris and I can show you where you’ll be sleeping? I’ll get you a fresh towel for the bathroom in case you would like to shower.”
All four proceeded upstairs, Rishi and Meenakshi carrying the overnight bags they had brought. Nisha showed Meenakshi the guest bedroom with the en-suite that she would be sharing with Rishi once the swap was over and Chris showed Rishi the main bedroom he and Nisha would be using for their sex. Happy with arrangements and with their bags unpacked, Meenakshi and Rishi said they would take a shower and asked Chris and Nisha to join them in 20 mins in their respective rooms. The two hour partner swap would officially begin at 10.30pm.
Chris and Nisha returned downstairs for what seemed like the longest twenty minutes of their lives. Nisha was so wet and horny she wanted Chris to give her a quickie before joining Rishi but she resolved to save herself for a few minutes more.
Hearing Rishi come out of the main bathroom and retire to the bedroom, Chris and Nisha went up to share a shower themselves. Taking care not to mess up her make-up, Chris soaped Nisha’s body, running his hands gently over her tawny skin. Moving his hands between her legs, he washed her pussy and bum, imagining Nisha’s tight little holes being stretched minutes later by Rishi’s enormous cock. Nisha then washed Chris all over, spending more time on his stiff cock and balls than was absolutely necessary. She knew Meenakshi would enjoy him sliding it inside her arse and feeling a man fuck her that way for the first time.
Having washed and cleaned their teeth, Chris and Nisha kissed and told each other not to worry but to just enjoy themselves. Nisha was going to return downstairs to dress up specially for Rishi but Chris was going to make his way straight to the bedroom and Meenakshi.
“Chris – do remember what we discussed about afterwards,” Nisha said with a wink.
“Oh, don’t worry. I will.” Chris replied with an enigmatic smile. Leaving the bathroom, Nisha and Chris went their separate ways.
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When Chris reached the bedroom door it was closed so, out of courtesy, he knocked. Meenakshi bid him come in. As he entered the lights were on and Meenakshi was lying reclined on the white leather sofa in the corner of the bedroom.
Her legs were slightly open and her left hand teased her long, raven hair as her right hand slowly moved over her pubic mound. She wore only a set of matching pink thong and bra, and Chris could see the outline of her dark nipples through the fabric and a wet patch developing on the gusset of her panties. He was used to Nisha seducing him by wearing sexy underwear but seeing Meenakshi do the same was new and exciting, and his cock swelled in his boxer shorts as he shut the door behind him. “Meenakshi… you look amazing,” he stammered.
Meenakshi removed her bra, draping it over the back of the sofa behind her. “I’m glad you like what you see,” she said seductively, and she turned around and knelt on the sofa, bum in the air. Her thong perfectly bisected the two golden brown globes of her buttocks and her hand gently pulled them apart so Chris got his first glimpse of the pussy and arse he had been assigned by his wife to fuck.
He felt the first drops of pre-cum leave his cock as he watched Meenakshi pull her thong to one side and rub a finger over her pussy and bumhole.”Thank you for doing this, Chris,” she said casually. “Nisha’s a very good friend, lending me her husband’s cock for a couple of hours. You’ve no idea how frustrated I’ve become, trying to take Rishi’s cock in my bum all this time but not quite managing it. Come over here and let me see your cock – let me see if I can take it instead.”
Chris walked over to Meenakshi and sat down beside her. “I think you’d better remove your boxer shorts,” Meenakshi teased. “Show me what you’re going to fuck me with.”
Chris removed his boxers and his cock sprang up, a silvery string of pre-cum dripping from the tip. “Oh yes!” Meenakshi said delightedly, “This is much more my size! Small enough to get inside me but big enough to stretch me when it’s in there.” She pushed Chris back so he was lying on the sofa and moved to kneel between his legs. Taking his cock in her hand she slowly moved up and down over his shaft, squeezing it tightly as she moved towards the tip. She seemed fascinated as she squeezed a clear drop of pre-cum onto her fingertips.
Chris was loving this new, naughty side to Meenakshi; a sexy, seductive side he had never seen before. Of course he and Rishi had had their own conversations over a beer in the past and Rishi had told him Meenakshi could be a tiger in bed, but the way she expertly squeezed out more and more pre-cum, licking each fresh drop from his tip was way beyond his wildest expectations.
“I love your cock, Chris,” she whispered. “Would you like me to put it in my mouth? I can only fit the tip of Rishi’s cock in my mouth but I want to take yours deep into my throat.” Meenakshi coquettishly brushed her throat with her fingertips. Chris nodded and lay back as Meenakshi slowly closed her mouth around his glans.
Chris closed his eyes and concentrated on the exquisite feeling of Meenakshi’s mouth servicing his stiff cock. She started by slowly sucking his head before licking his shaft from base to tip. Pushing Chris’s legs apart, Meenakshi went lower, running her tongue slowly from his bumhole, over his balls and up the length of his manhood. Chris moaned softly and tweaked his aroused nipples as she took each of his balls in her mouth, sucking them firmly and massaging them with her tongue. The sensations Meenakshi could give him with her mouth were incredible. Then eventually, she licked him again from base to tip before closing her mouth over his entire cock.
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Next door, Nisha had entered the second bedroom to see Rishi lying, still clothed, on the bed, playing with his phone. It had taken a little longer than she had anticipated to dress up for him downstairs but it had been worth the effort. Rishi put down his phone and looked at Nisha standing in the doorway. Wearing a cream coloured sari and headscarf,she looked every bit the demure, innocent Indian girl. What Rishi didn’t know was that she had a surprise for him underneath. Rishi had always said Nisha looked sexy in her glasses and she had clearly remembered as she had decided to keep them on for him.
She looked at Rishi’s appreciative eyes looking her up and down. Being South Indian by descent he was much darker skinned than Nisha and she expected that his cock would look like that of a black guy rather than an Indian. He was much shorter and stockier than Chris but she could see by the bulge in his trousers that his cock, even in its current flaccid state was huge in comparison to Chris’s. It was long and thick and she couldn’t wait to get it naked, erect and inside her.
Making her way to the bed, Nisha knelt between Rishi’s legs and undid his trousers. Pulling off his socks, trousers and boxer shorts, she released his cock from its confines. It was just as she had imagined; thick and gristly with a pink tip just visible beneath the foreskin. Taking his semi-flaccid member in her hand she spoke for the first time.
“Hmmm… this isn’t quite the monster I’ve been promised,” she teased. “Perhaps if I do this…” and, removing her glasses and headscarf, Nisha pulled back Rishi’s foreskin and took his cock deep in her mouth.
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Meenakshi had brought Chris to the edge of cumming several times using only her mouth but she had expertly stopped at the critical moment each time, making Chris even hornier and desperate to cum than ever. She knew he would have at least three days worth of spunk to give her but she didn’t want it just yet. Lying back on the sofa, Meenakshi removed her panties, opened her legs wide and showed Chris her wet and willing pussy.
“I want you to bury your face in my pussy, Chris,” she said, matter-of-factly. “I want you to make me cum with your tongue. Can you do that? Let’s move to the bed.”
Meenakshi led Chris to the bed and lay back on the edge, her knees pulled up to her chest and her legs wide. Chris kneeled on the floor in front of her and looked at the pink, shaven pussy open in front of him. He could see how aroused Meenakshi was from the silky strings of her juices on her pussy lips. Meenakshi put her hands behind her head, closed her eyes and waited for the warmth of Chris’s tongue on her clitoris.
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Meanwhile Nisha had succeeded in getting Rishi’s cock harder but before she was going to let it near her pussy or bum she wanted it firmer still.
She stood up and went to the en-suite bathroom. She quickly removed her sari to reveal a pink, semi-transparent belly dancing outfit. Covered in gold tassels and metal, it was designed to jingle as she danced and to add to the allure, it was barely long enough to reach her bum. She knew from using it with Chris that Rishi would be rock hard by the time her dance routine was finished. Adding the final touches – a jewelled bindi and her glasses – Nisha emerged from the en-suite. Lowering the lights and playing a slow Indian song on her phone, Nisha started her seductive belly dance.
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Chris still had his tongue on Meenakshi’s clitoris and two fingers deep in her pussy when he heard the music coming through the wall from next door. He recognised it immediately and knew that Nisha must be dancing for Rishi the way she had done many times for him. The thought of his wife gyrating seductively for another man made his cock twitch and he leaked more pre-cum onto the floor. He imagined Nisha raising her hands in the air as she shimmied, revealing her tits, pussy and bum to Rishi and getting up close enough to give him a better view or even a touch. He thought of Rishi stroking his huge cock in anticipation, eager to fuck Nisha and satisfy her in a way he couldn’t. Turned on, he increased the momentum of his attentions towards Meenakshi’s pussy and made her cum noisily for the second time.
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Throughout her dance Nisha had found it hard to avert her gaze from Rishi’s cock. She knew eye contact was important in a seductive dance but she couldn’t help looking between his legs; with every twist and shimmy she had seen Rishi get harder, thicker and longer and as the music finished, bringing Nisha’s dance to an end, Rishi was as hard as granite. His cock was even bigger and thicker than Nisha had believed possible and she desperately wanted to feel it inside her. She wasn’t prepared to wait much longer. Lying back on the bed and pulling her dress down below her breasts, Nisha demanded that he fuck her.
Rishi knelt between her legs to taste her pussy. He wasn’t used to hair but it turned him on to smell the pheromones on Nisha’s bush. He breathed in her scent deeply before dipping his tongue into her warm, wet hole. He knew she had showered just minutes earlier and her wetness tasted clean and alluring. He flicked his tongue over Nisha’s pussy and sucked on her pussy lips, enjoying the feeling of her wetness being smeared over his face.
“Fuck me, Rishi,” he heard Nisha plead. “Give me your cock and make me cum.” Taking his cock in his hand, Rishi entered Nisha’s pussy.
Nisha had never felt a stretch like it. As Rishi’s tip pushed deeper and deeper inside her she consciously relaxed her vaginal muscles to allow him as deep inside her as he could get. His girth was incredible and as Rishi’s cock pressed against Nisha’s cervix, she knew she couldn’t take any more. His cock was only three quarters of the way inside her pussy but she knew when she offered Rishi her bum she would be able to take much more. This was just an appetiser for him to enjoy before the main course.
As Rishi started thrusting, Nisha gasped. Although his cock was a similar size to her largest dildo, it was so much more pleasant taking a real cock than a silicone imitation. Rishi effortlessly hit all of Nisha’s most sensitive points with every stroke and she knew he was easily going to make her cum. He continued fucking her as he removed his remaining clothes; his shirt and tie. Rishi meant business.
Remembering that this was a one-off fuck, Nisha closed her eyes as Rishi continued to pound her pussy, increasing the momentum with every stroke. She wanted to commit the feeling to memory and for a moment she just lay back, allowing her body to appreciate the length and girth of Rishi’s cock. She loved the way he grunted roughly as he took her – it was like being fucked by an angry bear.
Rishi grabbed Nisha’s breasts, squeezing them between his hands. She arched her back and opened her eyes. “Yes, squeeze my tits as you fuck me, Rishi. And slap me, you dirty cunt, slap me,” and Nisha slapped Rishi across the face once, then twice.
Rishi had never been rough with Meenakshi but Nisha’s wantonness and dirty talk turned him on. It was like flicking a switch and he suddenly found himself becoming more aggressive too. He slapped her face three times, knocking her bindi clean off. “Oh, you want it rough do you? Get on your fucking knees then!”
Nisha turned over onto her knees and Rishi entered her again, more roughly this time. She buried her face – still smarting from Rishi’s slaps – deep in her pillow, wondering if he was going to force himself inside her arse now. But Rishi wasn’t finished with her pussy yet. As he started pistoning in and out of her she felt a series of hard slaps across her bum cheeks and she let out a small whimper. This seemed to urge Rishi on and his thrusts became more urgent and frenzied.
Every movement of Rishi’s cock brought Nisha closer to orgasm. She put her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clitoris, closing her eyes again to savour the feelings washing over her body. As she felt Rishi’s thumb press against her bumhole, she knew her orgasm was close.
“Yes, finger my arse,” she said rudely. “Put your thumb inside me as I cum over your cock.” As soon as Rishi did as ordered he saw Nisha’s body begin to quiver as her orgasm began. Her breathing quickened and her moans became more intense. Her hand was flicking her clitoris wildly and he knew she was almost there. He quickened his strokes even more, feeling his own orgasm building in response. With a series of involuntary jerks and moans, Nisha came strongly, her cries of pleasure muffled by the pillow her face was still buried in. With Rishi’s huge cock continuing its assault on her pussy, her ecstasy was prolonged for several minutes longer as his cock stimulated her clitoris from the inside. Eventually Nisha went limp and quiet as her orgasm ebbed away.
Rishi wasn’t in the mood to give Nisha any respite though. He spanked Nisha’s bum as his thumb probed deeper into her anus. He wanted to cum so badly, and the thought of squirting his jism into Nisha for the first time made him even more aroused.
He heard the familiar moans of Meenakshi’s orgasm as she came yet again next door, and wished his wife could see him now, with her close friend firmly impaled on his cock and being mercilessly fucked. He imagined giving Meenakshi a long, slow kiss as he fucked Nisha. Maybe if she were here Meenakshi would join in and they would fuck Nisha together, or maybe she would hold Nisha down as he ravished her.
Having eventually recovered from her own orgasm, Nisha wanted to encourage Rishi towards his climax. “Come on Rishi – I know you’ve been saving up your spunk for me. I want you to fill me up now. Come on – fill my pussy!”
Nisha’s dirty talk pushed Rishi over the edge. He threw his head back and let out a low, loud, guttural growl as the sperm gathered in his cock and he ejaculated; his cock twitching and throbbing wildly. He stabbed Nisha’s pussy repeatedly, flooding her cervix with hot, sticky cum. Each thrust delivered more and more until he could feel it spill out of Nisha’s pussy and down his shaft.
Nisha took her face out of the pillow, turning it sideways so she could urge him on. “Oh yes, that feels good Rishi. Oh God, I can feel it! It’s so hot inside my pussy! Give me all you’ve got.” Chris was quite a heavy cummer but Rishi seemed to be releasing more sperm than she had experienced before and it felt good. She could feel her body sucking his cum deep inside her and it felt good.
As his orgasm receded Rishi wanked his cock slowly, teasing out the last few drops of semen before he very slowly pulled out. As his tip withdrew, Nisha’s pussy, stretched and gaping, spilled his mess onto the sheets.
Nisha rolled onto her back and drew up her knees. She let Rishi watch as she pushed his seed out, his cum dripping slowly from her pink lips and over her bumhole. She wished Chris was here to see. She knew how much it would turn him on to see another man’s cum flowing from her fertile pussy.
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“It sounds like your wife has just made my husband cum,” Meenakshi said as she recognised the sound of Rishi’s cum grunts coming through the wall. “I bet he enjoyed that. I’m sure you’ll enjoy cumming just as much.”
Chris was well on the way to cumming. By now he was balls deep in Meenakshi’s pussy, fucking her from behind. “Mmmm… I know,” he replied. “It sounds like he enjoyed it. Are you ready for my cum yet, Meenakshi? Where do you want it?”
“I want you to squirt it over my belly,” Meenakshi replied. “Then I want you to lick it all up and spit it in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop.” Chris was amazed at Meenakshi’s rudeness but it turned him on to think of cum-swapping with her. He knew that after abstaining from sex or wanking for three days he would have plenty of cum to give her.
He carried on fucking her from behind, enjoying the smooth glide of his cock as he repeatedly withdrew almost completely before driving his cock deep inside Meenakshi’s wet pussy. Pulling her bum cheeks apart he looked at Meenakshi’s hole. It looked tight and ripe for fucking. He thought about pulling out of her pussy and giving Meenakshi her first experience of anal now, but Meenakshi wanted his cum on her belly and when he fucked her arse he wanted to finish off in there. Besides, Meenakshi’s purring told him that she was enjoying her pussy being fucked for now.
Chris ordered Meenakshi off the bed and back to the sofa. Lying her down on her back he knelt in front of her and entered her again. Meenakshi spread herself wide and held back her legs as his thrusts increased in intensity and his orgasm neared. He enjoyed watching his cock splitting her pussy lips apart as he leaned back, fucking her with his tip only. Before long he could feel his balls tighten, his breathing deepen, and the tip of his cock become sensitive and ready to shoot. He stopped trying to stave off his orgasm and allowed his cum to flow.
Meenakshi saw Chris’s face begin to contort in ecstasy and knew his orgasm was upon him. He slowed his thrusting as he felt the cum welling at the base of his cock. “Yes, use my pussy. Fuck me until you cum then squirt your seed over my belly,” Meenakshi urged.
Chris couldn’t hold back any longer and shot a load inside Meenakshi before withdrawing and dumping three more thick strings of cum on her belly. He carried on wanking himself until the pulsing sensation in his cock began to recede and he knew he was dry. A big droplet of cum remained on the tip of his cock so he wiped it off with the tip of his finger. Offering it to Meenakshi, she pulled his finger towards her mouth and, looking him in the eye provocatively, took his whole finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
His cum looked white and shiny on Meenakshi’s dark skin as she took hold of his cock and slowly continued to wank him, making sure the last few drops of ejaculate weren’t wasted.
“You’re a good boy,” Meenakshi said soothingly. “Lots of cum for me to drink – and you even gave me some in my pussy too!”
“‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back,” Chris said apologetically.
He moved to the floor, kneeling between her open legs to lick up the cum that was now leaking freely from Meenakshi’s pussy. He took his time, enjoying the taste of her freshly fucked hole. Their intermingling juices on his tongue was a heady, salty mix and he wanted to share it with Meenakshi. She opened her mouth and allowed him to slowly spit it onto her tongue. Meenakshi didn’t swallow but instead rolled the thick, white liquid around on her tongue, waiting until Chris had slurped up all the cum from her belly before she thought about swallowing.
It took Chris some time to lick the last drops from Meenakshi’s belly. It was difficult holding so much sperm in his mouth while trying to lick and suck up more. He persisted until eventually he had his whole load in his mouth. Moving onto the sofa he knelt over Meenakshi and gathered the cum on his tongue, allowing it to slowly dribble into Meenakshi’s open mouth. When he pulled away, Meenakshi opened her mouth to show him his white mess before swallowing the lot.
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Next door, Nisha and Rishi had recovered from their first fuck and Nisha was ready for more. Sucking his enormous cock and balls had got Rishi hard again and Nisha was ready to take his cock in her bum at last. Retrieving a tube of lube from the bedside table, she applied liberal amounts to her bumhole before smearing Rishi’s cock with more. “I’m ready for you now, Rishi. I want to take every inch of you inside my arse. Be gentle with me.”
Nisha bent over and pulled her bum cheeks apart. Rishi needed no further encouragement. Placing the tip of his cock at Nisha’s entrance he began to force his way inside her. He knew he should take things slowly at first and tried to be gentle as Nisha had asked, but weeks of frustration had left him desperate and in need of satisfaction. Nisha let out a small gasp as his tip broke through but he didn’t pause. Instead he pushed harder, enjoying Nisha’s moans of pleasure and discomfort as more and more of his thirteen inches disappeared into her bumhole. Only when he was three quarters of the way inside her did he stop and allow Nisha time to adjust to his rude intrusion.
For Nisha the feeling of Rishi’s thick rod stretching her was a searing mix of pleasure and pain. She had used her dildo earlier in the day to stretch herself ready for Rishi but she had been gentle with herself; Rishi was not so kind. Initially it felt good with just his tip inside her but as he roughly pushed the thickest part of his cock inside her it had become more difficult to accommodate him and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She knew she had taken longer dildos but Meenakshi had been right; it wasn’t Rishi’s length but his girth that was most challenging. Eventually the discomfort in her hole subsided and she pulled her cheeks apart again, tacitly inviting Rishi to continue deeper into her arse.
Rishi picked up the lube and applied more to the base of his cock. He had no intention of stopping until Nisha had taken every inch of his dick and he began to push it even deeper inside her. Nisha’s bum was gripping him tightly and it felt good; so much more intense than her pussy. He carried on pushing, watching intently as the rest of his cock disappeared inside her.
Nisha knew she would have to relax more and closed her eyes to focus as Rishi’s cock made its way further into her bum. It seemed for a moment that she had taken all she could but another strong push from Rishi allowed him to get deeper still. Eventually she felt his short pubic hair touch her bum and his balls flick against her pussy lips and she knew he was all the way inside her.
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Chris had needed very little recovery time after his first orgasm. Meenakshi had been licking his cock clean of their juices, telling him as she did so how much she wanted his cock in her bum. “I can’t wait to feel this inside my arse,” she had said as he became stiffer and stiffer again. “I know that later I’ll want to tell Rishi all about how you took my anal cherry and what it feels like to take your cock in my most private place but I know it’s going to have to stay our secret. I’m looking forward to feeling you fuck me, shoot your cum inside me and watching as I let it drip out.”
Unsurprisingly this had got Chris very hard very quickly and he wanted to take Meenakshi again, this time the way she had craved for so long. He told her to kneel on the sofa and spread her legs.
Chris wanted Meenakshi to enjoy her first taste of anal and unlike Rishi, was prepared to wait before he took her. He knelt on the floor and pulled Meenakshi’s bum towards him, gently licking her rim and getting her used to having her hole touched. Meenakshi moaned as she felt Chris’s tongue flick her arsehole and she held on tight to the back of the sofa enjoying being pleasured. He pulled apart her cheeks, allowing his tongue to probe deeper. He could taste his own cum on her hole and couldn’t wait to properly fill her with sperm next time he came.
Taking some lube, he covered his index finger and slowly eased it inside Meenakshi’s hole. She gasped and he felt her tighten around his finger. She would have to loosen up if he was going to proceed much further.
After a short pause, Meenakshi relaxed and Chris was able to move his finger in and out of her with ease. He slid his middle finger inside her pussy, finger fucking her in both holes at once. “Oh yes, I love that!” she cried. “Keep doing that and I’ll cum again.” Chris found Meenakshi’s G-Spot and concentrated on working it with his fingers. Pausing for a moment he licked both fingers, savouring the taste of her pussy on one finger and her arse on the other. Pushing both fingers inside her again he continued finger fucking her, reading her body language to work out where and how she most liked to be touched. Pinching both fingers together and finger-fucking her hard and to the knuckle elicited the strongest response and when Chris coupled that with some clitoral stimulation, Meenakshi reached her climax. She came noisily around his fingers and a jet of clear pussy juice squirted over his hand and onto the sofa.
“Sorry, I should have mentioned I squirt sometimes,” Meenakshi said, still leaning over the back of the sofa.
“Don’t worry – Nisha has squirted on this sofa more times than I can remember. That’s why we got a leather one – it cleans easily,” Chris replied laughing. He got a wet cloth from the en-suite and wiped the sofa down, passing a towel Meenakshi so she could wipe the wetness from between her legs.
Sitting down next to Meenakshi, Chris decided he wasn’t prepared to wait any longer. Meenakshi’s arse had been thoroughly finger-fucked and now she was ready for his cock. With Meenakshi still recovering from her orgasm, he covered his cock with lube, turned Meenakshi onto her side and placed his cock at her hole. With one strong push he was inside her. Meenakshi gasped as Chris slowly pushed his way in as far as he could go.
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At last Nisha had what she wanted – a huge cock sliding in and out of her bum and the feeling was incredible. After he had roughly pushed his way inside her Rishi had taken things more slowly; starting with small, almost imperceptible movements before his thrusts had become more pronounced. Nisha’s arse had become looser and his cock easier to take and for the first time she was beginning to enjoy it fully. Now he was withdrawing completely before gradually filling Nisha up again. Her bum was enjoying Rishi’s length and girth and she was ready to take things to the next level.
“Pull my hair and fuck me harder,” she ordered, tossing her head back so Rishi could grab hold of her long dark hair. Rishi did as he was told, taking Nisha’s hair in his left hand and pulling back hard. With his right hand he smacked Nisha twice on her bum before resuming his thrusts, this time harder than ever.
Rishi couldn’t believe how good it felt. He had never experienced the feeling of being balls-deep in a woman before; how good it felt to have every inch of his cock gripped and stimulated at the same time. His cock had always been too long for any of his partners to fully take but now one of his oldest friends was giving him that pleasure, and with her arse too! It spurred him on to greater efforts and he increased the tempo further.
Nisha was in ecstasy and put her hand between her legs. Finding Rishi’s swinging balls, she grabbed hold of them and squeezed hard. Rishi let out a cry of pain and Nisha let go, but it had already had the desired effect. Angry at Nisha’s roughness, Rishi dispensed with niceties and started to get rough himself.
Pushing Nisha forward, he slapped her bum hard and told her to roll onto her back. Nisha reached for the lube and reapplied it to her bum before getting onto her back as ordered. She had no longer done so than Rishi was back inside her, his huge cock urgently fucking Nisha’s tight hole.
Rishi moved Nisha’s legs around his neck and leaned forward, thrusting as deep and as hard as he could and bending Nisha almost double. She had never felt anything like it and her loud moans and whimpers could be distinctly heard by Chris and Meenakshi in the room next door. Rishi looked like an enraged animal as he pounded her arse furiously, grunting and snorting with every thrust. Nisha had never been fucked like it before.
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Anal sex was everything Meenakshi had hoped it would be. It felt exciting and dirty to have her friend’s husband doing to her what her own husband couldn’t, especially as she could hear Nisha’s moans and Rishi’s grunts from next door as they too had their anal needs met.
Chris was clearly an experienced and sensitive lover and Meenakshi felt safe in his hands. She loved the way he partially withdrew, slowly fucking her with only his tip before pushing his cock in deep again, allowing her to feel his whole length. If he got the angle wrong and it became painful he would slow down and adjust until he got it right. Nisha was lucky to have such a good fuck for a husband!
He put her on her back and, holding her ankles, spread her legs wide. Kneeling above her, entered her slowly, throwing his head back as he pounded her bumhole.
“Let me taste my arse. Put your dirty cock in my mouth,” Meenakshi said. She would never normally be this brazen but the intensity of the experience – and lots of wine – had loosened her inhibitions and she wanted to experience anal sex in all its dirtiness. Chris obliged; pulling out and kneeled astride her, allowing Meenakshi to lick their juices from his cock. She loved how dirty it made her feel and it turned her on even more.
Chris told Meenakshi to lie on the floor with her legs on the sofa. Sitting on the sofa between her open legs, he pulled her bum up towards him, bending Meenakshi almost double to get her in the right position. She pulled her bum cheeks wide, offering her gaping arse to him, and he was inside her again.
Despite the apparent discomfort of this position, Meenakshi found that now Chris’s cock was hitting all the right places. She felt her G-Spot being stimulated by his cock and knew that if she was going to cum through anal sex, this was how she would do it. She touched her clitoris, moving her fingers over and around it using the lube from around her bum for extra glide. Yes, she wanted to cum now. As Chris increased the tempo, she placed two fingers inside her pussy, frantically fucking herself for a moment before resuming her clitoral stimulation. She threw back her head and closed her eyes as her orgasm took over and, putting two fingers in her pussy again, Meenakshi fingered herself to completion, squirting another clear stream of her juices over her head and onto the carpet behind her.
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Nisha was also flicking her clit as Rishi continued to fuck her angrily. He was still cross about Nisha squeezing his balls so hard and was taking out his anger on her arsehole. He withdrew his cock, held it tightly in his hand and drove it back inside her, this time into her pussy. After five or six deep strokes he pulled out again and plunged his full length back inside her bum. Every few moments he would alternate, as if unsure which hole he liked best.
By now Nisha was too turned on to care about the wisdom of taking Rishi’s cock in both holes without concern for hygiene. The feeling was like nothing she had experienced before and she didn’t want it to stop. She felt like a whore; a slut being used for Rishi’s gratification, and she loved watching him take what he wanted from her. When Rishi roughly entered her pussy yet again she felt her orgasm quickly build and she came hard again, screaming loudly as the rush took hold of her entire body.
“Yes, cum you fucking whore,” Rishi grunted, without slowing his cadence. “Cum on my fucking cock.” He loved watching Nisha cum. He had known her for years and had often imagined what it would be like to fuck her but he had never imagined she would be such an exciting, dirty fuck. Not only could she take his entire cock in her arse, she also put few limits on anything he wanted to do. He could be rough with her, abuse her verbally and physically, and she loved it. It seemed she wanted his big cock so much she was prepared to allow him to do anything he pleased, and he was glad to be taking full advantage. Meenakshi was an amazing fuck but Nisha was on a different level entirely.
Rishi intended to make the moment last and tried desperately to hold off his orgasm, but watching Nisha climax had brought him close to the point of no return. Seeing her limp, spent body below him passively taking his cock in both holes was such a turn on he couldn’t hold back. He sent a first load of cum into her pussy before, pinching his cock to hold back the cum, he pulled out and forced his way into her bum, giving her a second blast of sperm in there. Pulling out again he slowly wanked the rest of his milk over Nisha’s pussy before leaning back to look at the mess he had left.
He was pleased with his handiwork. He watched as a large droplet of his seed appeared at the entrance of Nisha’s pussy before trickling down her bum cleft, meeting up with a similarly thick white flow escaping from her bum hole. The sticky white mess continued to drip downwards, ending up on the sheet under Nisha’s still-gaping arse.
Nisha lay back, eyes closed, unable to move at first. Her latest orgasm had drained all the energy from her body and she had been rendered powerless against Rishi’s aggressive double invasion. Her leg was still twitching uncontrollably and her chest heaved as she tried to get some air into her lungs again. She could feel the warm wetness of his cum in both her holes but didn’t have the energy even to open her eyes much less to deal with the spunk seeping from her holes.
Slowly, her senses returned and, wiping her brow with her arm, she opened her eyes to see Rishi looking at her cum-soaked pussy and arse, apparently fascinated by the way his cum was still oozing out. Knowing that their time together was running short, she decided to leave Rishi with a final tawdry image to remember and, scooping up the cum from her pussy and arsehole with her fingers, she opened her mouth and let it slowly drip from her fingers and onto her tongue. After licking her fingers clean, she swallowed his cum.
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Meenakshi couldn’t wait to feel Chris cum inside her arse. She had often wondered what it would be like; would she feel the warmth of his cum as he exploded inside her? How would it feel as his cock pulsed and throbbed during his release? She wouldn’t have long to wait until she found out.
By now Meenakshi was sitting on Chris’s lap as he continued his relentless pumping of her tightest hole. She remembered what Nisha had said; that Chris wanted anal with a woman who enjoyed it so she decided to let Chris know just how much she was appreciating his cock.
“Oh God, this is so good,” she hissed into his ear. “So fucking good. I can feel every vein in your cock. Don’t stop fucking my arse, Chris. Keep fucking me until you cum. Don’t waste a drop – I want it all in my arsehole.”
Chris had no intention of stopping but he knew his orgasm was approaching and he could only hold it off for so long. Meenakshi’s dirty talk was only making it more difficult to postpone his orgasm. She opened her legs slightly and slipped her hand between them. Taking hold of his tight ball sack she gently massaged each ball between her fingers. She scraped her fingernails over his sack, inadvertently discovering another thing that drove Chris wild.
“Oh God, keep doing that! Keep scratching my balls!” Chris cried, and he put his head back to enjoy the double sensation of Meenakshi’s fingernails scraping at his balls and her arse impaled on his cock.
“Mmm.. your balls are tight and hard,” she told him. “In a minute I want you to stop holding back your orgasm. I want you to let your cum flow from your balls into my arse. I want to feel your cock throb inside me as you release your cum. I’m going to squeeze it out now.” Meenakshi began squeezing more firmly on Chris’s sack, trying to draw out as much of his sperm as she could, and he felt his orgasm building.
Meenakshi knew from Chris’s grunts and his slowing thrusts that he was cumming. She gripped his cock tight in her arsehole to milk him for as much of his cum as she could. Her hand rhythmically squeezed on his balls as, with a few short stabs, he released his pent into her.
Still squeezing him with her bum and fingers, Meenakshi felt every wave of Chris’s orgasm as his cock twitched wildly inside her. She knew that for every thrust and throb she was getting more and more of his sperm and she loved it. As she moved her fingers upwards from his balls to the base of his cock she felt his wetness already flowing out of her down the length of his shaft so she slowly wanked out more and more cum to keep her full.
“Yes, good boy,” she said again. “Pump it all inside me. Fill my dirty bum with your thick, hot babies.”
Chris continued his short, jerky jabs as Meenakshi drained his balls with her arse and fingertips. The release was like nothing he had experienced before. Months of anal frustration seemed to be coming out with every thick spurt of semen. Even after he felt his cock run dry his orgasm continued as Meenakshi’s arse gripped his cock tightly. Eventually it became too sensitive to carry on his thrusts and he slowed to a stop. Meenakshi’s bum relaxed around his cock and he slowly pulled out of her.
Still sitting on Chris’s lap, Meenakshi leant back on his chest and drew her legs back around her ears. He could feel her heart beating quickly through her chest as he held her under each breast; she had clearly enjoyed her first anal experience as much as he had. Meenakshi started straining to push out Chris’s cum until, with a series of loud, wet, farting sounds his cum dribbled out of her and onto his cock below. Scooping up the remaining cum from her hole, Meenakshi licked his thick cum from her fingertips before rolling off Chris. Kneeling on the floor between his open legs, she started sucking and licking up the mess she had farted onto his cock moments earlier as he lay back, still spent from his orgasm.
“I’m such a cum slut,” she said matter-of-factly as she gobbled up his sperm. “I love your saltiness in my mouth. I bet you didn’t think I’d be such a whore, did you?”
Chris was too drained to even reply.
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Resting on the bed next door, Nisha and Rishi giggled as they heard the unmistakable sound of Meenakshi farting out Chris’s cum. “It sounds like your husband has broken my wife,” Rishi laughed. “I hope she’s not too sore.”
Nisha smiled. “If anyone’s going to be sore it’s me; being mercilessly fucked by this bad boy.” She squeezed his now flaccid cock. Nisha went quiet for a moment, thinking deeply before she spoke.
“Rishi – I know we said this was going to be a one off swap, but what do you think? If the other two have enjoyed it as much as we have should we do it again? Regularly even? I think I’ll go crazy otherwise; seeing you all the time but not getting serviced by your cock again.”
“I’m up for it,” Rishi replied, “You’re fucking amazing in bed but obviously I’ll have to check with Meenakshi.”
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“God yes!” Meenakshi couldn’t have been more certain. “As long as Nisha and Rishi are happy about it I’d love for this to become a regular thing.” She was lying on her front next to Chris as he puffed on his vape, his cock still leaking thick drops of cum onto the sheets.
With only a few minutes until their two hours of fun was due to finish Chris had also tentatively raised the idea of making their arrangement more than a one-off. He was surprised and delighted at Meenakshi’s enthusiastic response. “Good – there’s so much more we can do with that tight little arse of yours.” He slapped Meenakshi’s bum appreciatively.
“And is there anything else Nisha doesn’t like that I can, er… help you with?” Meenakshi asked. “There’s something else I’d like you to do with me?”
“Really? What?” Chris was surprised.
“Well, Rishi’s quite a dominant guy as you know so he’s never really allowed me to explore my dominant side much, especially in bed. Are you up for a bit of femdom action?”
For Chris the evening was just getting better and better.
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When 12.30 came around, both husbands slightly sheepishly left their rooms to return to their wives. Passing on the landing, each caught the other’s eye and broke into a wide grin. They said nothing to one another as they passed but their pleasure was clear from the high five they exchanged before each closed their bedroom door behind them.
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Nisha was texting as Chris returned to the bedroom. He guessed she would be messaging Meenakshi to check she had had a good time. She looked so sexy with her glasses on and her hair ruffled; she had obviously had a very good fucking. Chris gave Nisha a deep, loving kiss and she kissed him forcefully in return. Chris could smell Rishi’s after shave on his wife and it turned him on to think his wife must still be full of Rishi’s cum.
“You’ve not taken a shower, have you?” Chris asked.
“No, you?” Chris shook his head.
The final, secret part of Chris and Nisha’s arrangement was about to be enacted. Nisha removed Chris’s dressing gown and boxers and started stroking his dick hard again. It turned her on to think Chris’s cock was still covered in Meenakshi’s juices and she was pleased Chris had kept his promise not to shower so she could enjoy his dirty cock.
Chris lay down on the bed and Nisha knelt astride him, ready to go into the sixty-nine position. “You’re sure you still want to do this? she asked.
“Yes,” Chris replied. “I need to make sure my wife is clean after being fucked by another man.”
Nisha lowered her pussy onto his mouth and took his cock deep into hers. She slurped greedily on Chris’s cock wishing she could ask him what he had done with Meenakshi, but under the rules of their tryst she couldn’t. However she knew his cock must still be covered in Meenakshi’s arse and pussy juices and the taste of his dirty cock sent her head into a spin. She licked up and down his shaft enjoying the spicy mix of arse and pussy juice, lube and cum.
Meanwhile Chris was enjoying the unmistakable salty taste of his wife’s cum filled pussy. He knew from the state of the sheets that much of Rishi’s seed must have leaked out shortly after he had squirted it inside her but he knew from experience that Nisha would leak for hours afterwards. After a morning fuck she would often tell him that his cum was spilling out of her all afternoon, so he knew she must still have lots of Rishi’s cum inside her and it turned him on.
Chris moved his tongue to Nisha’s arsehole. He thought how stretched this little hole must have been to take Rishi’s huge cock and although it was no longer gaping wide, it still looked red and sore. Rishi must have given Nisha a really good seeing to, he thought. He gently licked Nisha’s rim, hearing her purr at the soothing feeling of his warm tongue on her red-raw hole.
Nisha climbed off Chris and bent over ready to be fucked. “Come on Chris – reclaim what’s rightfully yours,” she said, waving her bum in the air. Chris moved behind her and roughly entered her pussy.
Nisha loved feeling so slutty. Two cocks inside her pussy in one night! It felt good to have Chris’s cock again though. Rishi’s had felt much better in her arse but Chris’s cock was just right for her pussy and as he fucked her hard and fast, just the way she liked, she was glad to have her husband back.
Chris was feeling the same about his wife. He loved the way she moaned and talked dirty to him as he fucked her and tonight she was as good a fuck as ever. “Can you feel Rishi’s cum in my hole?” she asked. “Does it feel good getting sloppy-seconds in your wife’s used pussy?” It did feel good. Chris’s cock slid easily in and out of her cunt and he knew Rishi’s cum was lubricating his thrusts. When he pulled out there was the unmistakable sight of another man’s cum on his cock.
“I’m going to reclaim your arse too,” Chris said dominantly and he thrust his cock into Nisha’s bum hole. Nisha didn’t need any lube. Although raw and a bit sore, her bum had been stretched to breaking point by Rishi’s cock minutes earlier so she could easily take Chris’s smaller, thinner dick. Again, Rishi’s cum made effective lube as Chris roughly pushed his way inside her.
Getting to his feet, Chris crouched over Nisha for extra purchase and carried on thrusting deep into his wife’s arse. He knew Nisha wouldn’t be enjoying his cock as much as she undoubtedly had Rishi’s but he didn’t care. He had always pushed the slight pang of jealousy he had about his wife being fucked by another guy to the back of his mind but now his latent possessive jealousy was coming out. He wanted to totally own Nisha and roughly fucking her was his way to do it. Feeling his orgasm build he pushed Nisha roughly onto her back.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered before two thick ropes of cum splashed over Nisha’s face and into her hair, totally missing her open mouth. Nisha smiled and took his cock in her mouth again to relieve him of the last of his sperm.
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Next door Meenakshi and Rishi had showered, fucked and were now discussing the evening’s events.
“I know you can’t tell me about what happened,” Meenakshi asked, “…but did you get what you came for?”
“Yes, it scratched an itch I’ve had for a long time,” Rishi replied. “Did you?”
“Totally. Your wife is no longer an anal virgin you’ll be pleased to know.” Rishi laughed.
“Nor your husband!” Rishi hesitated then raised the elephant in the room. “I don’t know what you think, Meenakshi, but Nisha seemed keen to do this again, maybe regularly. If you’re not keen, it’s fine but…”
“Absolutely!” Meenakshi cut him off. “Chris and I had the same conversation. It’s not fair to give ourselves a taste of the pleasure only to deny ourselves afterwards – it doesn’t make sense! We all had fun tonight, nobody was disappointed or hurt it seems, so why not? What do you want to do with Nisha next time?”
“I just want a bit more of Nisha’s arse,” Rishi replied. “…but maybe it would be fun to all be in the same room next time. Would you be up for a foursome? I’d love to watch as Chris fucked you in the arse again.”
“Hmmm… that sounds like fun, naughty boy. I’d like to see Nisha take your cock in her arse too – I can barely believe she managed it! I’ll suggest it to Nisha at breakfast and see what she says.”
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Nisha and Meenakshi met again for drinks the following Friday to arrange their next husband swap. It was the first time they had met since Meenakshi and Rishi had left Chris and Nisha’s house the morning after their night of fun and there was much to discuss with the boys not around. As Meenakshi arrived – late again – the two friends smiled, hugged and high fived one another.
Pouring Meenakshi a glass of wine, Nisha didn’t even wait for her to take off her coat and sit down. They had both been eagerly awaiting this moment.
“Okay, fuck confidentiality – that was just for the boys. You start. Tell me everything you and Chris got up to last weekend and don’t leave out any details.”
They were both still in the pub at closing time.