I am married to my love (Deva) and it has been ten years since we started talking and making love. Deva always wants to explore new things. He makes me suck his cock, he licks my pussy and we have had anal sex too. Even though we are good at sex, I wanted to have sex with a third person! So I started online chatting.
After a long scrutiny, I selected one guy (Karthik) and he was from another city. I told him, “I will introduce you to my hubby as my cousin” and asked him to come on the weekend That is, he can come on Saturday and leave on Sunday evening. He agreed to it.
All the planning was done. I thought of only one thing – I should leave everything and be horny all the time. I should satisfy both men in the house.
I couldn’t sleep on Friday as it was a little nervous for me. On Saturday morning, I and my husband Deva went to the railway station in the car to pick him. I wore a tight salwar kameez dress which showed a lot of cleavage and I covered it with the dupatta.
As soon as the train arrived, Karthik got down and we met him. My hubby shook hands with him and I went and hugged him. Karthik was in shock. We started moving toward the car and I was holding his arm and rubbing my breasts on his hand!
Once we reached the car, Karthik sat in the back seat (behind the driver seat) and I sat beside him. Deva took the wheel but he got down as he got a call. My car’s windows were not transparent, so no one can see inside. Deva went to the back of the car and was facing the other side while talking. Meanwhile, I was looking at Karthik and caught his hand by locking my fingers in his. He was worried about getting caught.
Then I lowered my dupatta so that he can see my cleavage. Deva then came back and sat inside the car. I didn’t leave Karthik’s hand and I guided him to keep his hand under my top so that he can touch my bare skin. We are talking about some random topics in the car till we reached.
It was a 40 minutes drive from the station and the stranger Karthik was playing with my waist and was trying to press my boobs while my husband was driving.
After reaching my home, Deva parked the car and asked me and Karthik to go inside. We both took the lift and as soon as the door closed, I lip-locked him! Karthik was hugging me and running his hands on my back.
The lift reached the third floor, we both broke our kiss and the door opened. I took the keys from my wallet and opened the door. Karthik went inside. I went too and locked the door. As soon as I entered, I took my dupatta and threw it on the sofa. I hugged Karthik and kept his face on my cleavage. He was licking, and biting them and pressing my waist. I was running my fingers on the back of his head and enjoying the moment. Meanwhile, Deva reached the door and inserted his key to open it. We both quickly separated and was acting normal.
After having romance in the car, lift and hall, my panty was completely wet and I didn’t realize how much I was cumming!
Once my hubby got inside, he smiled looking at me. He went to his room saying he will change his dress and closed the door. As soon as he locked it, I realized he had taken out his laptop and was working.
I was standing in front of Karthik facing my back to him. He hugged me from behind and placed his face on my right shoulder after moving my hair. He started kissing my neck and holding my waist. I could feel his dick poking my ass. I was getting turned on and kept my hands on his hands. He was moving his left hand to my left breast and squeezing it. He kept his right hand under my top and pulled the thread of my pyjama. After pulling it, he inserted his hand and touched my pussy. With this, I got more excited and held his head with my right hand.
Meanwhile, my husband tried to open the bedroom door and we heard the sound. We quickly parted.
Deva: Roopa, show him his room so that he can get fresh.
Me: Karthik, come, I will show you your room. And I will give you all the things you need.
I took Karthik to the second bedroom and my hubby went back to his room. After giving him the towel, paste and brush, I hugged him and whispered in his ear, “Get ready dear, I will be waiting for you in the kitchen.”
After saying that, I was about to leave the room. But Karthik caught me and pushed me toward the wall. He started kissing again and pressing my boobs harder. I broke the kiss and told him, “Deva might come, leave me.” But he was not listening to me and started kissing my cleavage.
Karthik: I have waited very long to see your breasts. Those are soft and perfect. I can’t take my hands off them. You are the best.
I understood his desire and I was very happy to hear those words as Deva praised my assets rarely and I missed these words from my husband.
Me: You really like them?
Karthik: Who in the world won’t like them? I love them.
I pushed Karthik and removed my kurtha. He was holding my waist when I was removing it. As soon as I removed it, he pulled my bra down and started sucking my left boob. Actually, he was biting it. I was on cloud nine as I was being sucked by a stranger. I was moaning and running my hands behind his head and pulling him more. He was pressing my right boob and eating the left boob.
Then I caught his face and gave him a lip kiss. I took his hands and kept them on my boobs, signaling him to press them harder. Once he started pressing them harder, I was moving my hand on his back and inserted my other hand into his shirt and touched his bare skin. Our tongues were playing with each other. Again, he went to my boobs and was sucking them.
Suddenly, Deva called me!
Me: Karthik, leave me now. I have to go or we will get caught!
But he was not in the mood to listen and switched to the other boob. He was pinching my nipple, and pressing the boob. I could feel the wetness building. I removed my bra completely and dropped it!
Deva called my name louder again! This time, I pushed Karthik and made him sit on the bed. I caught his hands and kept them on my waist.
Me: I don’t want to ruin this, I don’t want to get caught. You can have me, but not now. Let me go.
Saying so, I started wearing my kurtha. Then I got dressed. He didn’t take his hand from my waist while I wore the kurtha.
Karthik: What about the bra?
Me: Keep it with you for now!
I bent and gave a quick kiss on his lips and touched his dick.
Me: Don’t waste the juice in the bathroom. I want every drop of it.
I opened the door and asked Karthik to give me his clothes for washing. I took them and told him to take a shower.
Karthik went to get fresh, and I went to my hubby’s room. He could see my nipples over the dress.
To be continued.
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