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Thursday, September 16, 2010

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Home Made SummerImage via WikipediaWe met at a football game one wintry night in my freshman year. She was a sophomore, 16 to my 15, tall and thin, with long brown hair that fell over her shoulders and about halfway down her back. She was sitting in the bleachers just behind me. All she had was a thin blanket spread over her legs and I could feel her shivering every few seconds. I turned around and said, “Hi, you’re freezing!” She said she was and that she wished she’d have brought a warmer blanket. “Well,” I said, pointing to the empty seat beside me, “if you want to sit here, you’d be a little warmer.” She moved down, put the blanket over both our legs, snuggled in close and said, “I’m so cold!”

Let me tell you about myself. I was a typical high school freshman. I didn’t know which way was up or sideways regarding girls. Sure, I’d had a few “girl” “friends” before, but it was just kid stuff. We’d sit together at movies, or we’d end up at each others houses and drink sodas and watch tv or movies or whatever. I had not a clue as to how to go about making out, much less anything else. Yeah, yeah, I’d heard all the stories and seen the books and magazines, but my experience level was doo-dah. I looked okay, about 5’ 8” tall with a runner’s body. Tight, hard muscles from working at my dad’s farm implement store, delivering heavy parts and helping out the farmer’s and ranchers wherever I could when I did. “Good for business,” my dad always said. I’d have done it anyway, just seemed the right thing to do.

We were both wearing heavy coats, so I put my arm around her at the small of her back. Her shivering didn’t diminish much, so I’d give her back or shoulder a quick rub, trying to warm her up with the friction. Eventually she did steady down, so I went over to the snack stand and bought us a couple of hot chocolates. By the time I got back and we’d gotten them down, the game was over and it was time to go.

“Where do you live?” I asked. “Do you have a ride home?” I could have kicked myself as soon as the words were out of my mouth. I didn’t have a car, and just a learner’s permit to boot, so it wasn’t like I could offer her a ride. “Oh,” she said, “Just a couple blocks away.” “Can I walk you home?” “I’d like that.” So I walked her home in the light snowfall, holding her little hand in mine. I’ll tell you, that walk in the night, with the snow in the streetlights and clinging softly to her hair will forever be etched in my memory. I cannot imagine anything more magical than that short walk that night.

As it turned out, we became friends, and then one thing led to another, and we were soon making out on the couch in the den of her parent’s house. Just lip touching at first, but wow, what lips. Like I said before, I wasn’t any great shakes as a lover, but I’d heard a thing or two, and I was eager to try all of them with her. I’d get right up to her lips with mine and just brush them lightly, nip at her lower lip with my teeth, and then back off to look at those beautiful brown eyes. “You are such a teaser!” she’d say, and then attack my lips with hers. That girl did love to kiss.

After a couple of weeks and after the homework was done, our sessions on the couch would get pretty heavy. We were trading tongues and biting lips and chins and earlobes. A couple of times I'd put my hand up the back of her blouse but never went any further than that, although the raging hardon in my pants practically yelled at me to throw her on the couch right then and there. She’d always turn into me to press herself harder against my chest, but I really couldn’t tell whether she wanted any more than this “halfway to first base” gentle rubbing, and I was too chicken to find out.

During one of our couch sessions when her parents weren’t home, she reached up and turned off the lamp, the only light in the room. Turning back around, she said “Hold me.” Holding her was one of my favorite things to do, so I had no problem obliging her for that one. My arms were around her waist. Due to our teenage pawing each other, her blouse had come out of her skirt about an hour ago, and I had been reveling in the feeling of her velvety soft skin along her sides, back and tummy. She was just gorgeous. I felt one of her arms drop to my chest and start rubbing back and forth. It kept dropping as we made out, eventually winding up at my belt buckle. Even as we kissed, I was keeping close track on her wandering arm, wondering just what she was up to. I sort of matched her and had the back of my fingers rubbing lightly on her belly, just above the top of her skirt.

She seemed to be stuck there, rubbing back and forth, so I thought I’d see just how far she wanted to go with this and lowered my hand to the hem of her skirt, caressing her thigh. This was previously unknown territory for me, so I was being as gentle as I could possibly be, using only my fingertips to lightly brush and stroke her skin. Taking a mental deep breath, I put my hand back up to her waist, then moved it slowly down over her hips, squeezing gently, then on down over her skirt and again to her bare thigh. As soon as I squeezed her hip, she gave a little purr of pleasure, then put her hand lightly on mine as I moved it down to her thigh.

Squeezing her thigh again, I started caressing her skin again with my fingertips, this time moving up her thigh to her skirt. With her hand still on mine, I pushed her skirt up a little to touch the skin a little higher. With our tongues locked in a ferocious battle, I kept stroking her skin higher and higher until finally I could feel the elastic hem of her panties. I played one fingertip along the curve of her tight little butt from the outside of her hip and back around to the inside where her ass met her legs. A soft moan came from her as her hand pushed down on mine, inviting me to move a little further. I cupped her ass outside her panties and massaged her a couple times, then went under them and had a handful of the sweetest, smoothest ass cheek I had ever felt. I slid my hand across under her panties and squeezed the other cheek, then moved back a little and squeezed them both together.

Well sir, she started breathing real heavy, and the hand that had been following mine went back to the front of my jeans. She started at my belt, then down about an inch, and that’s all the space there was before she got to where the head of my cock was trying to break through my zipper. She felt the lump and hesitated just a second or two, then laid her hand directly on it. I hear a little whimpered squeal, and she started rubbing it up and down through my jeans. “Let me play with it,” she whispered, “Please.” “If you do, you know what’s going to happen.” “Yes, I know, I want to.” “Okay, baby, go for it.” It didn’t take long for her to have my belt undone, then the snap of my jeans, and then the zipper down. As soon as it was down, she reached her hand under the waistband of my underwear and got a handful of my 5” long, 2” wide cock. “Oh, it’s big!” as she played with it, “I want to see it.” She reached up and turned the lamp back on, “Oh, it’s wonderful!” and took it in both hands, jerking it slowly up and down. “I’ve been wanting to see something too, baby.” She looked up at me with those smoky brown eyes and said, “You can have anything you want.” and kissed me deeply. “Get between my knees,” I whispered. She moved slowly down to the floor and positioned herself with her face about 6” away from my cock. “Now, unbutton your blouse.” Never taking her eyes from mine, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. “Do you want me to take it off?” “Yeah.” The movement of her arms thrust her bra-covered tits at me, and I reached out to cup them as her blouse fell to the floor. “Now the bra.” Peeling the straps from her shoulders, she started to reach behind her but said “I can’t reach the hooks. Can you unhook them for me?” She leaned forward so I could get to the hooks of her bra and at the same time reached up and took my cock in her hands again. I pulled her forward by her shoulders, bringing her face within inches of my cock. Unhooking her bra, I let it fall to the floor, then reached around and played with her perfect tits. Two nice handfuls of 34B, they felt so soft with a hard little nipple adorning them. As I played with them, she closed her eyes and sighed, and her hands started stroking my cock again. Her tongue reached out and licked my cock, moving up and down, then moving in circles at the tip. I moved one hand to the back of her head and lightly pushed. Her mouth came open and took the head of my cock into its warm cavern. Her lips sealed around it, and she began moving it in and out of her mouth. “Suck it in, baby, take it all.” “Mmmm” she moaned. I pushed my hips into her so I could face fuck her, and she gripped me tighter as I felt it slide all the way to the back of her throat. I needed to calm down a little, so I pulled her up to where I could get my mouth on those wonderful tits. Sucking first on the left one, I pulled it into my mouth and played with her nipple with my tongue, flicking it and then biting it gently. Her arms wrapped around my head and pulled me in and she moaned, “Oh yeah, suck my tits, suck them both.” I changed back and forth a couple times, sucking each one until both nipples were like little diamonds mounted on a soft swelling of flesh. My hands found the catch and zipper of her skirt, and I pulled it down and started playing with her ass cheeks again, squeezing them together and running my fingers over her butthole. I moved one hand around and cupped her pussy, rubbing it through her panties, then hooked the hem with my thumbs and pushed them down to her knees. “Stand up, baby”. When she did, that wonderful pussy was right in front of me. My tongue played with her slit, and I reached around to grab her now naked ass with both hands.

I pushed my face further into her pussy, licking and sucking on her lips and labia. I moved my tongue into her slit and opened her sweet pussy, fucking her with my tongue. I brought one hand into play and fingered her opening like I was fucking her with it. I found her little rosebud of a clit and sucked it into my mouth, and you’d have thought I’d hit her with an electric current. “Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! AHHHHH!” Her pussy started flowing like a river and she pushed my head into her sweet lovebox as she came once, then again, and then again. I licked and sucked for all I was worth, bringing her around to lay her on her back on the couch. I slowed down when I could feel her spasms decreasing, kissing her pussy lips and the insides of her thighs. “Oh! Oh! What did you do to me? That was better than anything I’ve ever felt!” “I’m glad you liked it, baby,” as I moved, licking and kissing and sucking, from her tummy to her tits, and then up to her neck. She turned and kissed me fiercely, whispering “Do me. All the way.” I moved inbetween her legs, positioning my hard cock at the entrance to her tight little cunt. Rubbing it up and down to get it lubricated, I pushed forward slowly and felt the top go in, then backed out and pushed again, getting another inch inside her. “Give it to me, give it all to me,” she moaned. I pushed a little more and found myself up against the barrier of her hymen. I raised up a little and looked in her beautiful eyes. She read the question there and said “Yes, I want it to be you. Do it.” “Ah, baby, you have got no idea how much I love you. It’s going to hurt a little.” “I know. Do it, and then stop for a minute.” I pulled back a little, and then thrust forward hard enough to get through her barrier. She squeeked a little cry of pain and locked her arms and legs around me, burying her head in my neck. I felt her tears as she whispered, “Wait a minute. Wait a minute.” I remained still until I felt her move her hips into me, drawing more of my cock into her depths. I pushed, and she raised her hips to meet me. A couple more thrusts and I was all the way in her, feeling my balls against her ass. I ground my cock into her, then withdrew until just the head was still in her. “Ohhh. Ohhh. That feels so good.” With our lips locked together, I started pushing it back in slowly, then out again, I slowly picked up the pace, only wanting this girl to feel good about her first time. Soon her legs started pulling as she raised her hips to fuck me back, trying to get every inch of me into her. I could feel her pussy beginning to get tighter and I knew she was building up to another orgasm. I was banging her just as hard as I could, bottoming out and slapping my balls on her ass with each stroke. Her arms tightened around my neck and she started screaming and thrashing her head from one side to the other “Oh yeah, oh yeah … Ohhh … Ohhh …. OHHHH …. YEAH …. HARDER …. AHHHHHHH …. I’M CUMMING AGAIN …. AHHHHH … OHHH …. OH BABY.” Her pussy tightened around my shaft so hard I thought she was going to pinch it off inside her as she came, her juices flowing down my balls as I fucked her faster and faster. I could feel the pressure in my balls building, and I really wanted to cum in this girl’s tight pussy, filling her up and draining myself completely into her. From somewhere the light of sanity came on, and I said “I’m going to cum soon, do you want me to pull it out?” “Yeah, you better, you're not wearing a rubber or anything.” I pulled out of her and flipped her over on her stomach, pulling her tight little ass up so she was on her knees. Slipping my cock back in her pussy, I started pumping her again and reached around to play with her pussy and clit with one hand, holding her hips with the other so I could bang her as hard as I could. “Oh shit … oh … oh …. OH BABY !!! OHHH !!!” She came again, even harder than before. Her pussy clamped down around my cock, pulling on it, driving me closer and closer to cumming. I pulled it out and she spun around. “Cum on my tits. I want your cum on my tits.” I got up on my knees as she sat in front of me and took my cock in her hands. She closed her eyes and with just a couple quick strokes, one spurt landed on her lips and chin, another on her neck, and a third and fourth on her tits.

She got up and went to the bathroom, returning with the cum and pussy juice cleaned off and a warm washcloth which she used to very attentively wipe off my cock and balls. When she was done, she took my now flaccid cock in her hand, kissed and licked it a couple times, lightly sucked on it, and then moved up to bring our lips together. “Love me forever, baby, all the time, any time you want,” she whispered. “There’s nobody like you in the whole world, honey.” As we kissed, I could feel my dick twitching again. She evidently felt it too, as she reached down and held it in her hand. “Oh my,” she said, and, looking at me with those smoking hot brown eyes, “what are we going to do with this?”

We’ve been married for almost 40 years. I showed this to her before I posted it. She said "I didn't think you'd remember that." "Light of my life," I said, "how could I ever forget."

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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Hello readers this is rajiv from new delhi. This is the first time that I am telling you the story that really changed my life. This story is dedicated to all the ladies of delhi. Do tell me how u find the story

After six years of marriage, my wife, Neeta and I, were facing disaster. We both enjoyed each other’s company, and most of the big things; career, finances, and family, were not an issue. We decided long ago not to have kids, so we could concentrate on our careers. The problem was sex.

Neeta was raised in a conservative religious family in a small town of UP. Despite her staggering looks, which attracted me in the first place, she was always uncomfortable with sex. We were both 35 now, but the combination of her 35c choochi, perfectly shaped legs, and beautiful face with full lips always attracted attention. Unfortunately, she purposely dressed in a dull, frumpy way, with collars to her chin and usually pants, to avoid that attention. And the few times I suggested anything mildly different in bed, she said she just was’t comfortable experimenting with sex. We were down to very routine screwing, once every two weeks or so. Both of us were wondering how much longer this could go on. I was completely frustrated after years of getting turned on by her spectacular body, only to be limited to the same thing in bed.

Finally one evening at home over dinner, I opened up and told Neeta I thought we had to at least try something new, or consider marriage counseling. After some discussions, she agreed for the first time to watch an adult video with me. The next friday night, I carefully selected a film that received high ratings from women: some explicit sex, but not just a bunch of banging. After dinner and some kingfisher beer, I set up the film, and as I laid back on the couch, Neeta reclined with her back to my chest. There were about seven sex scenes, and during the second, I started rubbing under Neeta’s choochi.

One of the greatest turn-on’s about Neeta is her tits. They’re not overly large, but when she gets excited, not just her nipples get erect, but the whole areola. I’ve looked at men’s magazines my entire adult life, and I’ve only seen three or four women whose nipples react like that.

In the third sex scene, the film became more explicit. The guy in the film took out his huge lund, and the actress started sucking him. I could feel my wife become more excited. She said she had never watched anything like this before, and with her prudish upbringing, I knew she was telling the truth. By the end of the film, I had her shorts off, and had brought her to two orgasms with my fingers. When it was over, we had a session more excited than in several years.

A few nights later at the dinner table, Neeta said she was really turned on by the film, and wanted to watch it again. We repeated the whole thing the next night. Part of the film plot involved the woman becoming totally submissive to the man. I noticed that Neeta became especially turned on at that section.

A few weeks later, our sex life was a little improved, but not much. After a depressingly routine session, I told Neeta it was time to take some more drastic action to solve our sex problems. She became very quiet for a few minutes, and then said, “you have a birthday coming in two weeks. For my gift to you, that night I’ll do what we saw in the movie.” I asked, “you mean, give me a blowjob?” This would have been a great step forward. In twelve years of marriage, Neeta had only put my lund in her mouth three or four times. Once she told me she just felt guilty doing it, and she knew it was because of the way she was raised. I didn’t want to push her to do something she didn’t like, so we just cut that out of our lovemaking.

“no,” she said. “I mean I’ll be your slave for the night.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My shy, prudish wife was talking about submission. I couldn’t help but smile. Her shyness took over for a minute, and she said, “but not until your birthday.” I said, “that will give me some time to plan.”

The following weekend, I had my birthday wish in mind. It required one major day of work. Our house has a laundry room next to our master bedroom. On saturday, I cut a large rectangular hole in the wall between the two rooms, over the head of our bed. Neeta thought I’d gone crazy, but I just said, “this is part of my birthday present.” I then installed a one-way mirror, so that as long as a light was on in the bedroom, I could see in from the laundry room without being seen. I also installed a sensitive microphone near the floor, so with headphones, I could hear everything in the bedroom. Neeta had a worried look on her face, but her innocence kept her from realizing what I had in mind.

As the next week passed, I became more nervous with anticipation. Finally, my birthday arrived on a friday. I could tell we both had butterflies in our stomachs. Before I left for work that morning, I said, “sure you don’t want to take back your gift?” With a little bit of worry on her face, she said, “I made a promise, and I’ll keep it. Your gift begins at 8:00 p.m.”
That night at the stroke of 8:00, I told Neeta we were going out for a nice dinner. I told her to take a shower. When she stepped out, I dried her gorgeous body, gave her a robe, and told her to do her hair and makeup. We both had a glass of kingfisher beer as I watched her do her eyes and lips, much sexier than usual. Then I laid out some clothes that I had spent a few hours that afternoon picking out.

First I had her put on black stockings with elastic garter tops, something she never wore before. Then a deep blue silk blouse, just a little low cut. She looked at me wondering about a bra, but without a word, the look on my face told her that wasn’t allowed. The blouse wasn’t see-through, because I knew she would be too self-conscious, but I could see her nipples pressing out against the thin material, and when she walked, her choochi bounced fabulously. I chose a black skirt, a few inches above her knee, and black high heels a little higher than she had ever worn before. It was also the first time she wore a skirt out of the house without panties. She looked stunning, and by her kiss I could tell she was excited.

We went to a small five-star hotel restaurant for a leisurely dinner. A few minutes after we came in, two men, late thirties, in business suits sat at a table nearby. I could see both of them catching glances at Neeta, and I knew she saw them looking. After about twenty minutes, I told her, “now my birthday gift starts. I want you to pull your skirt up higher. Don’t look at those two men because I want them to get a good look at you.” Neeta bit her lower lip, but did exactly as I ordered. We talked a little, and I saw the two men throwing glances at her great legs. A few minutes later, I said, “higher, above the top of your stockings.” Neeta looked both worried and excited. After a short hesitation, she adjusted in the chair, and with her legs crossed, lifted her skirt above the stockings. I let the two men look for about ten minutes and by now they were staring. The waiter came to our table and got a good look at Neeta’s legs also. He had a sly smile on his face as he walked back to the kitchen. Then I said, “now, I want you to slowly lift up your skirt, uncross your legs and spread them a little, so these two men can see your choot. But don’t look at them. Then you can slowly cross them again.”

This time, Neeta turned red, and I reminded her of her promise. Then, after a deep breath, slowly she uncrossed her legs. Her skirt was already high enough that I’m sure her choot was clearly showing to the two businessmen. She must have had the feeling, “well, it’s done now,” so she let them look for a good 45 seconds before crossing her legs again, much longer than I expected. My lund grew hard watching her, and knowing these two men were getting a good look at Neeta’s choot. Just then our main courses arrived, and we took time to finish a great meal.

After I paid the bill, we got up and Neeta said, “wait ‘til I get you home.” I told her, “honey, my gift is just beginning.” I had a detailed plan in my mind.

Outside the restaurant, I told Neeta we were going to the hotel bar-lounge. This was a real luxurious place, and I knew the lounge always had a great quiet jazz trio and an upscale business clientele. “but,” I told her, “we’re not going together. I want you to go to the ladies room for about fifteen minutes, and come in after me. Then don’t sit at my table, but instead on the couch nearby me. If anyone decent looking wants to join you, say yes. When I leave the room, you go to the bathroom again.” Neeta’s eyes were big, and I directed her to the ladies room.

I went in, and everything looked comfortable. A friday night, so there were several customers, mostly men in business suits. Neeta came in, and several heads turned her way. She sat as I instructed. Before long, a man in his late thirties, handsome and trim, came up and asked if he could join Neeta. She glanced at me, and I gave a small nod. She quietly told the guy he could join her. I was close enough to hear their conversation. His name was kapoor. He was from out of town and had just finished several days of meetings. He’d be flying home tomorrow. Neeta told him her husband was out of town, and she had come to unwind with a drink after a long week at work. After a few minutes, I thought she may have forgotten about me nearby, and they were having a friendly conversation about restaurants in town.

Two glasses of kingfisher beer later, I watched kapoor put his hand on my wife’s knee. She must have known what I wanted because she didn’t push it away. Another twenty minutes, and I could see Neeta didn’t know what to do next. Just then, kapoor made his move and asked her to come up to his room. I stood up, and heard Neeta say, “I need to visit the restroom.”
Outside the bar, we went in an alcove and I gave Neeta a deep kiss. She said, “can we go now?”
I answered, “you’re my slave, and we’re not done yet.”

“I’ll do as I promised,” she said. “you bet you will, or I’ll give you a good hard spanking so you can’t sit for a few days. Now, go back in there and tell kapoor you won’t go to his room, but he can come to your house.” There was a flash of fear in Neeta’s eyes. “I can’t do that,” she said.

“okay, we can just end it,” I said, a little angrily. Neeta looked down, and quietly said, “okay. I made a promise. I’ll tell him.” She was clearly scared, but I could also see something I’d never seen before: sexual excitement.

“now follow these two orders. He can’t touch you until you take him to our bedroom. And leave the light on.” I gave her another kiss, and I could feel her lips quiver.

I stood outside the bar where I could see both of them. By the look on kapoor’s face, Neeta followed through and asked him. While he asked for a bill, I quickly walked to the car so I could get home before they did. It was only a fifteen-minute drive. I parked several houses away, went in the house, and set myself up in the laundry room. I sat there thinking, “what if he takes her when they’re still downstairs? What if he turns off the light?” My heart was pounding.

After what seemed hours, but was probably only about 25 minutes, the two of them entered the bedroom. Both were still fully dressed. I fit on the headphones.

Kapoor took Neeta’s elbow from behind, turned her around, and gave her a deep kiss. I could see his tongue darting in her mouth. After a short hesitation, Neeta put her arms around his neck and gave into his kiss. Her tongue was answering his. Next he ran his right hand from the back of her waist, up her side, and cupped her choochi. I could see her nipples become erect, and the bulge in kapoor’s pants grew. When Neeta gets excited, her legs become weak, and I could tell she was having trouble standing.

After several minutes of kissing, kapoor turned, sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me, and said, “strip. But slowly.” Neeta, facing both kapoor and me, waited a few seconds, looked down, and slowly pulled the blouse out of her skirt, then up over her head. Her choochi were excited, and I could tell she was both nervous and hot. Then she unzipped the back of the skirt. With a little pause, she let it drop, and her soft choot hair was uncovered. Next she started to take off her shoes, but kapoor said, “stop there.”

Kapoor stood up, and slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt. As I thought, he was in great shape. In a few smooth moves, his shoes were off, and his slacks and boxers dropped to the floor. His lund was a good two inches larger than mine, and by now hard as a rock. Then Neeta almost made me cream right off. Without kapoor saying anything, she walked to him, turned him sideways to the mirror, dropped to her knees, and took the head of his lund in her mouth. Slowly, she started moving it in and out, and he gently stroked her hair. Here was my prude wife, who wouldn’t do anything provocative for the past 6 years, jamming the lund of a total stranger in her mouth.

I could tell kapoor came close to exploding twice, and the second time, he stopped Neeta just in time, took her by the shoulders and from behind, walked her to a chair facing the desk next to our bed. He kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her tits for a few minutes, with his prick against her ass. Then he said, “take two steps back.” Neeta obeyed. “now spread your feet apart and put your hands on the back of the chair.” Neeta followed his command. Kapoor walked up behind her, took his lund in his hand, and started rubbing it up and down her choot. Neeta turned her face toward me, but had her eyes were closed and mouth open, obviously lost in excitement.

Then there was a quick jerk, and I knew kapoor had pushed his lund head into her. He started pumping her from behind with his hands on both sides of her waist, and I could see his wet lund each time he pulled back. Their pace built, and Neeta was moaning choooddd dooooo mujhe kappooooooorrrrrr, . Finally, he was pounding into her, and his hips began to jerk in orgasm. This brought her to climax and she was say mar gayiiiiiieee please kapoor fuck me chodo aur chodo. Of course, I had my lund in hand, and I came along with them.

They both kissed for a while, and Neeta got a towel to wipe the jism running down her leg. They lay on the bed chatting, kissing, and fondling each other. After ten minutes or so, I could see kapoor’s lund coming back to life. Their kisses became more passionate, and he placed her on her back on the bed in front of me. He pulled her legs, still in the black stockings, above his shoulders, taking her ankles in his hands. I watched as he plunged his big lund down into my wife’s choot, and she closed her eyes and began to move her hips with his. They both lasted about ten minutes before coming this time.
Kapoor and Neeta fucked six times that night. After the fourth time, kapoor turned off the light, and for the last two orgasms, I just listened, but this still brought me off.

At 4:30 am, kapoor left for the hotel because he had an early flight out. Neeta put on a robe, and told me she gave him a goodbye kiss at the door, knowing the neighbors wouldn’t be awake at that hour.

We waited until saturday evening to have sex so Neeta could recover, but by then Neeta was uncontrollable. She started me off with a good lund sucking, and said she had enjoyed my gift as much as I did. I told her I never came so hard as when I watched her with kapoor. We both still had the jitters from the excitement. Kapoor could have been a jerk, or violent, but instead he turned out to be the perfect gentleman. Neeta said he gave her his office phone and e-mail address, and she could find out when he was coming back to town. I said the only mistake I made was not video taping them so we could watch it again. Quietly, Neeta said, “maybe we should correct that next time.” I only smiled.

After 6 years, our dull marriage took a complete turn. Now I was married to a shy, prude, but we both knew that a confident woman who loves sex was just under the skin. I will come back with my next story in a about a months time. In the mean while me and wife Neeta have agreed that I can fuck any one provided she is a married lady. So if you feel like getting fucked mail me at rajiv_of_delhi@yahoo.co.in