Hello everyone, I am back with another swapping story. As you all know from my older stories, I worked in Delhi in a law firm. We were introduced to swapping by my wife’s sisters, and we have then explored more and more. Today, I am narrating another real story.
Describing myself and my wife again for those who are reading this for the first time: I am Arjun, 37 years old, 5’7″ tall, fair-complexioned, and with a good physique. My wife Anju is 35 years old, 5’5″ tall, fair-complexioned, with big boobs like a watermelon and rounded, big buttocks.
During this Diwali, we planned to visit our village. For security reasons, I am not mentioning the name of the village, but it is near Lucknow. There, we have our uncle, aunt, their son and his wife, and their two kids who are the same age as my son.
We reached our village house. It is always the best feeling to be in your own village where you grew up. It is a beautiful village, with rivers, mountains surrounding it, and trees and farms everywhere with greenery.
All welcomed us with smiles and snacks. We were sitting outside in an open space in front of the house; it is the best thing in the village to have tea and snacks. The kids started playing.
That night, we discussed many things about Delhi, our life, and my brother’s and uncle’s life in the village.
My brother’s name is Soham. He is 41 years old, has a muscular body due to working on farms, and has a good mustache and beard (which I am always jealous of). He was taller than me and measured 6’3″ and was heavily built.
His wife’s name was Sonam. She was 30 years old and younger in our family, as village marriages happen early for girls. She was thin with long hair but perfectly shaped with boobs, though small buttocks.
She was wheatish (brown colored) like her husband. She always wore a ghoonghat, had bangles and sindhoor. Her eyes were small, and her lips were thin. Whenever I see her, I imagine how she handles my brother’s weight. He must be crushing her.
The next morning, I woke up and saw my wife was cooking, so I called Sonam to start the hot water chulha. She sat on her legs, bending and used a rod to ignite fire (called foonkani). I saw her waist and felt like holding it, and my wife came there to ask something and caught me.
Anju: “ARJUNNNN…”
Me: “Yes,” (with a winked smile)
Anju: “You want to eat?” (Looking at Sonam)
Me: “Yes, why not, if you allow.” Sonam then turned to us, and Anju changed the topic.
Anju: “I mean breakfast… You want to eat before bath or after?”
Me: “After bath only.”
That night, Anju and I discussed how to proceed.
Anju: “Arjun, let’s be practical this time and get straight.”
Me: “Means?”
Anju: “Tomorrow, Soham is taking us to the farm… so there, we will discuss it directly, and if it backfires, we will say it’s just a prank.”
Me: “OK… but we need to make them attracted to ourselves first.”
Anju: “OK… that we will do tomorrow morning.”
Next morning.
Sonam: “Arjun BHAIYA… breakfast and tea.” (As we are the same age, we call each other by name, but in front of others, we call BHAIYA or Bhabhi.)
While taking a dish, I intentionally held her hand softly and smiled, and she too smiled back shyly. It was a green signal for me. After breakfast, I went inside the kitchen when Sonam was alone.
Me: “Sonam, I want to tell you something, but don’t tell anyone.”
Sonam: “OK.”
Me: “See, I must admit that village girls are more beautiful as they have a natural beauty.”
Sonam: “Oh, so should I tell this to Anju?” and teasingly pinched my arm.
I took this opportunity and held her hand and pulled her to me. Her body met mine, and she looked puzzled, looking in my eyes with puzzlement and fear that someone might see, but I held her firmly and said: “Look at yourself only… You don’t look like you are married and have two kids.”
Sonam: “Please leave me now, otherwise someone will come.”
Me: “So, you are scared because someone will come, but OK with me holding you??”
Sonam smiled shyly, and I left her. She went to the kitchen floor, and I left the kitchen with a flying kiss to her, to which she again smiled. I went to our room; Anju was getting ready for a shower. I went from behind and grabbed her by the waist and kissed her neck.
Me: “Sonam gave a green signal…” and I told her the things that happened in the kitchen.
Anju: “That’s great, buddy. When it comes to a legal case or sex, you always win.”
Me: “Yes, my lord…” And we laughed.
Me: “Now, it’s your turn… have you thought about anything?”
Anju: “Just see what I will do.”
Me: “I want to see how you will make it happen.”
So, I video called on my wife’s phone and fixed my mobile camera on the cupboard so that the full bedroom could be viewed, and while watching the video call, I could have a live telecast. I left the room. As per my wife’s instructions, I called my brother Soham to come to our bedroom and intentionally left the room and went to our backyard.
As I saw and heard in the video call, I am now narrating:
Soham opened the door and found no one, so he came inside, thinking I must be in the shower as the shower was running. Then he sat on the bed.
As the shower had stopped, my wife came outside with a towel wrapped around her waist, her wet hair freely falling on her shoulders, her big melons were pressed tightly by the towel, and due to that pressure, they were making a huge cleavage that anyone could fall for.
Her wet hairs were dripping some water on her shoulder, back, and chest areas. Her fair thighs with little wet inner thighs were the cherry on the cake. Looking at that, Soham was stunned, scared, and lustful at the same time.
Anju: “Soham, you?”
Soham: “Sorry, Anju… I thought Arjun was inside, so I was standing here and waiting for him.”
Anju: “I think it’s not you… It’s your dick that’s standing.” Anju commented, looking at his semi-hard dick.
Soham: “Sorry,” and he started to leave the room.
Anju held his hand and turned him to face her and then grabbed his dick.
Soham: “Anju, what are you doing?”
Anju: “If your dick is hard and loaded, it must be calmed and relaxed.”
Soham: “But it is wrong… if anyone comes or if Sonam comes…”
Anju: “OK… if Sonam has no issues, then?”
Soham: “Means?”
Anju: “Don’t worry… Sonam will not be a trouble if we have sex.”
Soham: “How come?”
Anju: “That I will tell when we reach the farm.” And took his dick out and started stroking it slowly.
Soham: “I cannot control looking at your big melons.”
Anju then went to lock the door from inside and unwrapped the towel and knelt and started sucking Soham’s dick. Soham was pressing her big melons, and my wife was sucking his big cock.
As per his height, he really had a big dick; my wife was shocked looking at it. But she did not hesitate for a deep throat. She took all that shaft inside her mouth and gave him a lifetime experience that he never experienced before. He pulled her over and asked her to spread her legs, but she denied.
Anju: “Wait till we reach the farm and just unload your cum in my mouth.” And started sucking it hard again, and in no time, he unloaded his heavy cum inside her mouth.
It was so much that more than half came outside her mouth and dripped on her boobs. She coughed a little. Then she asked him to leave and went into the shower to clean herself.
After some time, I went into the bedroom.
Me: “Anju, nobody will say ‘no’ to your body and you.” And we laughed.
Then we got dressed, and all four left for the farm. We have a big farm, and we were cultivating sugarcane. You know how long and dense sugarcane farms are. After looking at the farm and discussing the future of farms (as I was funding it and getting some revenue shares too), we sat near each other to have our lunch.
Anju: “Arjun, you should get some more shares other than revenue from this farm and Soham, isn’t it Soham?” She teasingly looked at Soham and Sonam.
I was taken aback by her words as I was not preparing for this sudden attack either. But Soham sensed where the conversation was going from his deep throat encounter that had just happened with Anju an hour back.
Me: “Means? I could not get you…”
Anju: “See, it is not hidden now, so let’s get it straight. Arjun, you wanted Sonam and Sonam wanted you to be in bed… and the same way me and Soham too. So, what is everyone’s take on it?”
Soham: “I am OK if Sonam is OK.”
Me: “OK.”
Sonam: “But it is not right; we are all in-laws and relatives. What will others think about it?”
Soham: “Nobody will come to know.”
Me: “Then why wait for night? We will enjoy this here on the farm in the open air. What do you all say?”
Everyone was OK with it.
Soham: “Yes, nobody comes to our farm… and now due to Diwali, all workers are on leave.”
So, Anju, my wife, stood and went to Soham and sat on his lap, facing him, and started kissing him. I wasted no time either and pulled Sonam to me and kissed her waist, which I had wanted to do since I saw her yesterday. My wife removed her kurta and bra, and Soham was busy licking her pink nipples. I, on the other hand, was sucking his wife, Sonam’s, brown nipples.
Then we went inside the sugarcane farm. My wife was about to lie on the soil.
Soham: “Anju, your fair complexion will be ruined if you sleep on it, so I will lie down; you come on me.”
So, my wife was on top of him, kissing his hairy chest. And while licking, she went down to lick his big cock. It was a real fat, big cock. She teasingly looked at me and started to suck it again. Then, Sonam held my cock in her mouth and started licking it.
Sonam: “Soham ji… see his cock… is perfect for me; yours is too big… which makes me unsatisfied.”
Anju: “Soham, my pussy will eat your cock completely,” and sat on his cock. But it hardly entered her and literally tore her vagina.
Anju screamed: “OH FUCK… YOU MOTHERFUCKER, IT’S TOO BIG!”
Soham was out of control looking at my wife’s boobs and pink pussy; he pushed from below, and it went inside completely with my wife gasping heavily.
Anju: “OHHH FUCK… IT REACHED MY WOMB!”
Sonam was still licking my dick, and we were in a 69 position. Her hairy pussy was so good, as if I was nourishing a farm with my tongue. Her vaginal juices came in loads. Then she lay down, and I started fucking her in the missionary position.
She wrapped her legs around my waist. Birds were chirping, a cool breeze was flowing, and all four were enjoying the most sutra of our life: Kama Sutra. My wife was riding my brother, and I was fucking my brother’s wife.
Anju: “It’s painful, but I am enjoying this pain.”
Soham: “Pain is yet to be experienced when you give access to your lovely ass.”
Anju: “No, Soham… you will tear that part… and it will bleed.”
But Soham was not in the mood to listen. He pushed my wife onto the soil now and opened her legs and forcefully entered her ass. It was not even 10% inside, and my wife was in deep pain of her life.
Anju: “YOU MOTHERFUCKER, STOP PLEASE, IT’S HURTING A LOT!”
To that, he poured some raw cooking oil we brought for eating dry chutney, and it slowly started entering her ass now. Looking at that scene, I increased my speed and unloaded my cum inside Sonam and fell on her.
Sonam: “Thanks, Arjun. Today for the first time, I really enjoyed true sex because Soham does it hard and painful.”
Anju, with Soham’s dick inside her ass: “Yes, but I like it the hard way too.” And Soham entered her ass now completely and forcefully, so she screamed aloud: “YOU FUCKER, FUCK YOUR WHORE, DON’T LET HER GO!”
I saw some blood come from her ass, and at the same time, Soham unloaded his cum inside her ass. Her ass was dripping Soham’s sperm and her blood, and her vagina was also releasing her juices.
Then I and Sonam jumped into a well for swimming. On that edge again, I started to fuck her. Her wet hairs were on her shoulders, water was slapping our buttocks, and we were fucking each other like frogs.
Soham wanted to join, but as my wife was in pain due to the ass fuck, she refused. So, Soham joined us, and we had a threesome in the well. Soham was sitting on a rock in the well, and Sonam was on him, and I was swimming and fucking her in the missionary position.
After a good few rounds of fucking, we left for home. Then we wore clothes and returned to our house. While returning, my wife was not able to walk properly.
My uncle asked: “BAHU, what happened?”
To that, Soham: “Dad, it was me. I mean, while walking in the farm due to the wet outfield, I slipped, and during that, I held BHABHI, and she fell in the farm.”
So, all of us laughed, and Anju pinched Soham on his shoulder.
The end.