Hey, fellow readers! This has been a very twisted and exciting experience for me with a desi hotwife and her fantasies. It’s not something I expected, but it’s worth it. With that said, I won’t keep you waiting.
So everything started with an email, and it was a short enquiry about me and my interest in a possible arrangement of a threesome with his wife. I replied to it, and then we moved to the Hangout app. We discussed the situation and whether his wife had consented to be fucked willingly.
Chats turn into internet calls and sometimes video calls. They were nice and had good personalities. They are from Chennai but live in a posh Delhi society. For reasons of privacy, names will be made up. Let’s call the husband, Ketan and his wife, Alka.
They shared how they wanted to spice up their relationship and look all over the internet, dating apps, stories, etc., for a perfect match to satisfy his sweet wife. I indulged in normal daily conversations and more contact sharing and nude calls with them.
It went on for a long month. I was occupied with my office work and travelling. Finally, they asked if I could meet them publicly, and we set a date. But again, due to work, it got postponed.
To be true, I never knew my unavailability was making his wife Alka craving for a good fuck with a stranger. Ketan duly informed me of the same via WhatsApp.
Ketan: Hey, Aman! How are you doing tonight?
Me: I am good, thanks for asking. Just a little stressed out from work.
Ketan: I can understand; you’re a hard-working young man. Anyway, are you free for a call right now?
Me: Sure!
Ketan connected the call instantly connected a call.
Ketan: Hey there, young man.
Me: Hello, so how’s everything going with you all?
Ketan: All good, thanks. Where are you right now?
Me: Just wrapping up my reports and finally going home.
Ketan: Very well, that’s why we are such good friends, and I want to say that…
Alka took over before he could say anything more.
Alka: Hey, sweety!
Me: Hello!
Alka: Ya, hi, so I’m going to say straight to the point because he’s not able to tell you directly, but I have chosen you to fuck me. It would mean the world to me if you could come over to our place quickly, right away.
Me: I wish, but it’s going to be late and what about your kids?
Alka: That’s our headache. We’ll deal with the kids. I need you here with us, Baby. Please don’t break my heart.
Me: Um, alright. I’ll be there. Just send me the location.
They shared the address, and it was a decent 1-hour drive.
Alka: Bhej di location. Ab bas aa jao tum yaha saara stress nikal deti hu tumhara aaj he. (Location shared. Just come over quickly and let me take care of your stress.)
Me: Theek hai ji. Aa raha hu sweety. (Alright then. I’m coming.)
Alka: Haan ji. Pohonch ke call kar dena Ketan aapki society main entry karwa denge. (Very good. Just give us a call when you reach the destination. My husband will get you inside the society gates.”)
With that, the call was disconnected, and I was on the road with the location on my map. With that, the call was disconnected. I was on the road with the location on my map with a quick stop at a 24×7 store for condoms and a gift basket for the couple.
As I got closer to the location, the map started taking me through many deserted, shady-looking main roads. My heart was racing as I was all alone and nobody knew anything about my whereabouts. Additionally, thoughts of getting scammed or blackmailed followed.
But I still drove. My fucking dick won’t stop reminding me of how good it will feel to fuck that bitches pussy till she can’t stop screaming my name all night long. Lust overpowered my fears. I finally drove till I was at the gate of the well-lit society.
I called Ketan, and he was at the gate talking to the guard in no time. I then greeted him. He got in the passenger seat, guiding me through the buildings to the designated parking stop. We then got in the lift and reached his flat. Alka buzzed us in, and I was stunned to see her.
A little intro to all the characters:
Alka: She’s a fair South Indian babe with a curvy body, a heavy ass, a cute face, and long hair. Her stats were 32B-34-38, as per the measurements I took with my palms. I’m not sure about the height, but I’ll say it was 5’8.
Ketan: This guy was a 6ft + dark-skinned bodybuilder with a very strong “don’t mess with this dude” presence. But his nature was immensely friendly towards me. I had to tilt my head slightly up to see his face.
Aman: Well, I’m a fit, 5’11, young, charming guy with a very friendly personality and an above-average penis.
We exchanged greetings again with hugs. Ketan handed over the gift basket to Alka. They invited me to the hall, and I saw they were already drinking. Ketan sat on the sofa with Alka, and I sat diagonally next to them. Alka complimented my willingness to come over and join them.
Alka asked Ketan if she could sit alongside me, and he nodded. Alka and I were sitting on a two-seater sofa, and Ketan was on the next. I complimented her beauty and how she looked in her loose top and pyjamas. Alka giggled as her fingers traced over my boner.
She kissed my cheeks, slowly moving up to my ears and whispered. Ketan was giving me the thumbs up, watching his wife move on my hand around her waist and me, pulling her closer.
Alka: Ye batao ki hosho hawas mai ache se chodte ho ya pi k? (How do you want to fuck me? Drunk or sober?)
Me: Halke suroor mai. (When I’m slightly intoxicated.)
Ketan: Halke suroor mai? (Slightly intoxicated?)
Alka: Jaan wo keh raha ki halke suroor mai hai aur chadha k aaya hai office se he. (Sweetheart, he’s saying that he is already drunk as he was drinking before meeting us.”)
Ketan: Aray koi baat nhi mai khud chadha k betha hu, jaisa theek lage bana lo peg. But brother, yaad rakhna ki humko milke ye madam ko khush kar dena hai.
(It’s okay. I am drunk as well. Drink as you please but brother, remember that you and I need to fuck her till she is fully satisfied.)
Alka offered to make my drink as she was already making a few for Ketan. I saw her pouring 60 ml on the rocks for him. And barely 30 ml for herself and me, too diluted in water. I could sense her intentions with the lustful gaze she had on me. I, the horny pleasure seeker, played along with her sinful game.
As expected, within a few drinks, Ketan was completely drunk. Alka held my hand, and we moved to the sofa where Ketan was already seated. Alka was between us. She held his face and tilted towards him as she gave him a nice deep smooch.
Her hand was on his neck while the other struggled to loosen my belt. I quickly opened the buckle, button and zipper, and she groped it hard, twisting her wrist. Soon she turned, and I kissed her passionately, groping her sexy body and fondling her breasts.
She wasn’t wearing any bra, so it was a pleasure to lift her top and suck on their hard nipples like a baby. God, her moans were 100 times more intoxicating than the scotch. Meanwhile, Ketan had removed his lower and boxers, jerking off his dick as his wife made out with a young stud beside him.
Alka then got up and kneeled in front of me and rushingly pulled my jeans and boxers down. My cock sprung up as soon as my boxer’s elastic slipped off the head. I didn’t want to brag, but Alka gasped at the view of my big cock, saluting her beauty.
Ketan was either confused or shocked. But he kept staring as his wife jumped at it with a sparkle in her eyes. Ketan was a decent 5 inches, while mine overshadowed his dick. Alka wasted no time licking the new toy from balls to the tip before trying her best to take most of it inside her gorgeous mouth.
Ketan, too, got excited and rolled her hair tightly in his fist, pushing her face as much as possible on my rock-hard cock. I just sat there with my hands behind my head as Ketan choked his loving wife’s throat with my cock with no mercy. I never imagined something like this was possible.
But it felt so good that I was in no mood to stop the husband and wife from enjoying themselves. Alka somehow slipped my cock from her mouth, but Ketan was in no mood to stop. He pulled her by her hair between his legs and pushed his dick between her lips.
Alka did not struggle and allowed her drunk husband to have his way with her, slurping and sucking on his dick. Instead, she gave her best and an awesome blowjob until he blew.
Ketan groaned and held Alka’s face tightly on his dick as he shot load after load of cum straight inside her throat. Finally, she got free from his grip and kneeled on the floor with a fast deep breath. A devilish smile took over her lips as she gazed at my cock covered in her saliva, still hard as an iron rod and throbbing.
She fixed herself up and went straight to the washroom in the master bedroom. Leaving me there as it is with her hubby thanking me for the night. Then he poured a drink for himself and me.
I’m going to take a break here, but you don’t need to! Feel free to drop your views or response on what you think happened next. Did I leave for the night and go home with a raging boner? Did I visit my old fuck buddy to complete satisfy myself? What could be beyond that last drink?
You can reach out to me on hangout/email at [email protected]. You can also read the story of how I creampied Horny Kirti.
Next Part: Threesome with a twist – Part 2