Just Say What's On Your Mind

From that point on the conversation was over. Akshay took control of the situation. It was obvious that he had been in this position before, and knowing that we were exploring this together for the first time, he handled us both gently and firmly. 

It was obvious from his bedroom that Akshay was every bit as experienced as he had led Preeti to believe. With a massive custom-made platform bed and headboard that appeared to be much larger than an ordinary king-size bed, and various recessed lights over, around and under the bed, it seemed more like an arena or a stage than a place for sleeping. And it was to this arena that Akshay led my Preeti by the hand. Having already left her pumps behind in the great room, he helped her up to the bed still wearing her skirt, blouse and stockings, and she reclined languidly against the padded headboard. Kicking off his own shoes, he reclined next to her, while waving me over to the other side of the large open space on the bed. Akshay smiled at me to make sure that I understood. I did – I would be watching, rather than participating.

I kicked off my own shoes and settled in to watch the show. It was an amazing show. Even though both of them were still fully clothed, the level of arousal was heavy in the air like a morning mist. After ensuring that I was going to be a good boy in my observer’s position, Akshay rolled over to devote his full attention to Preeti, and maybe it was the effects of the pot on her, but already it was as if she had forgotten I was in the room.

As I watched, I noticed that the first thing she did was to entwine her hands in his, directing him so that, with a knee on either side of her hips and him on all fours, his body was straddling hers. In that position, she raised her head up so that he could kiss her now, very deeply, and knowing how she likes to tongue a man deeply when she’s aroused, I knew that the non-stop frenching between them was a sign of where this was heading. 

But that’s what I wanted, I thought to myself. In my deepest, most unknown parts, I had fantasized about this moment for years. Sure I had seen a few girlfriends kiss other men over the years, and had found it arousing, but now I was going to see this encounter through to consummation, and the adrenaline rush it brought to me was an incredible aphrodisiac. There, only a few feet from me, was my wife, in the bed of another man, eagerly urging him on to take her fully.
I watched carefully, enjoying the feeling of my dick slowly growing hard as the scene unfolded before me, the feeling of my balls slowly filling with come as my arousal was building. I was turned on knowing that Akshay was a professional at this, a man who, according to Preeti, had fucked in excess of one hundred and fifty women, and who was now going to do exactly that to a very willing Preeti. I was looking forward to seeing her hands move down to his zipper, and watching them pull out that experienced cock, but now the show was being directed by Akshay.

Have you ever considered what that must be like? To watch your wife’s seduction from a removed position? It was utterly fascinating. While kissing her deeply, their eyes closed, her jaw working as he pushed his tongue in and out of her willing mouth, his hands were moving slowly and methodically over her also-willing body. At thirty-eight, and after bearing three children, Preeti has taken excellent care of herself, and I was proud to watch her show this to Akshay. I watched his large hands caress her small breasts through the silky blue material of her blouse, deftly slipping open a button or two so that he could slip a hand inside the blouse, taking his first squeeze of her A-cup breasts in the black lace bra. I watched as her hips bucked up ever so slightly as he gently pinched her nipple through the lacy cup.

It was at this point, after maybe ten or fifteen minutes of foreplay, that Akshay stopped what he was doing and turned to me. “Abhi, Preeti. I was thinking that this might all seem rather conventional.”

At first, I thought he was joking, as almost anyone would consider a man watching the seduction of his wife by another as anything but conventional. “Why are you stopping? I’m not sure where you’re going with this. What do you mean, ‘conventional’?”

Preeti was laying back under him, sleepy-eyed with arousal, his hair tousled from where Preeti was pulling him closer. “C’mon, Akshay – don’t be a cunt-tease. You gonna finish me, or what?”
He stroked her cheek fondly. “You can be assured of that, my dear. It’s just that I was thinking – isn’t this how most people fuck? All of us, how many times have we done it this way? Kiss, feel up some titties, dry hump a little, then shove it in, pump like crazy for a minute, then come. You two alone, in ten years, you must have done it like that thousands of times. And honestly, not bragging or anything, I fuck women like that almost every week. What do you say we start out by breaking all the rules?”

Preeti was so turned on now that she sounded almost desperate. “Ok, I’m game. Anything that will get me laid.”

Akshay turned to me. “Abhi?”

I nodded. “Yeah. You’re the pro, here. Lead the charge.”

“Okay,” he said. “I get to be the director.” He gestured to where I was sitting. “First, we’re going to throw out the usual batting order. Abhi, lay back on the bed.” I did as he told me, and Akshay got up on his knees on the bed next to me. “Now, Preeti, come here, on your knees, too, with your ass against my crotch.” She followed his instructions, facing me with a devilish smile as she ground her ass up against his fly. 

Akshay wrapped his arms around her from behind, letting his hands drop to the hem of her skirt. “Abhi, did you ever wonder what kind of girl would skip the preliminaries, and let a man she hardly knows pull her skirt up so he can see under the hood?” As he said this, he was slowly raising her black miniskirt higher, revealing the embroidered tops of her thigh-highs, the creamy pale flesh of her bare upper thighs; pulling the skirt higher as he exposed the black lace of her stretch silk boy panties, turning the skirt inside out so that it bunched around her waist and rested on top of her hips.

I didn’t answer him. “Did you ever think that you might be married to that kind of girl?” he asked, as her nuzzled her behind the ear, and let one of his hands begin drifting over her exposed thighs and crotch. I could see from my vantage point that the black cotton panel between her legs was already soaked, and seeing me staring at it, he looked down her chest and watched his own right index finger begin to rub along her slit through the panties. “I know I used to wish I married that kind of girl,” he said, catching my eye, “but after I was single again, I found that there were plenty married to other guys. I guess you could say I haven’t gone hungry since,” he said with a smirk.
Through all of this, Preeti didn’t utter a word. She was busy stroking her back up and down his chest and stomach, like a friendly cat rubs against your leg. Her eyes were closed in pleasure as he worked his finger up one leg of her panties and into her wet cunt. He stirred that finger around in there for a moment, then withdrew it and put it into his mouth for a taste. “Mmm,” he said. “Like fine wine.”

Akshay then began to work her panties down over her lovely ass to her knees. “You like watching this up close, don’t you Abhi?” I nodded slowly. “This is a strange experience, isn’t it? If someone else was watching, they might think that it’s just Preeti and me putting on a show, but there’s really a crazy dynamic going on here, isn’t it? It really is all about the three of us, regardless of who’s dick goes where, right?”

Preeti moaned ever so slightly as Akshay said that, and I knew he was right. “Abhi, I want you to do something right now,” he said as he stroked Preeti up and down her entire body. “In a few minutes, I’m going to slip my dick inside Preeti. I’m going to fuck her for you, but before then, I want you to taste her cunt. I want you to feel with your mouth how turned on she is right now. I think that’s an important part of this whole thing. I sense that you want Preeti to be happy, to really enjoy this gift you’re giving her.”

Akshay put his hands on her firm ass, and kind of pushed her forward a bit. “Preeti, before I let you undress me, I want you to straddle Abhi’s face. Get on him, and slide that wet pussy up and down on his tongue.” Preeti moaned deeply as she did as she was told. “But whatever you do,” he said, “don’t let your yourself come from it. When you come, I want it to be from my cock sliding in and out of you.”

It’s funny – after enough years with someone, it’s not that the sex becomes bad, per se. It just becomes routine, I guess. Like Akshay said, you go through the same motions in the same order. You still enjoy it, a lot, to be sure. But you do notice certain things, like how your dick won’t become nearly as hard as it used to when you first slept together. And you notice that your wife’s pussy will not become as wet as it used to back then either. It’s just a fact – someone new can trigger something in your partner’s psyche just by virtue of being new to your partner. And that is something that Akshay was highlighting to me by have Preeti ride my face. I hadn’t seen her this wet in years, really. She was so wet that kissing her down there was like kissing a woman’s mouth, but really, I kept thrusting my tongue up into her, and it was more like I was fucking her cunt that way than kissing it.

With Akshay watching over us almost paternalistically, I sensed this part of the scene was turning her on a lot, especially with the moans coming from her. Part of what I learned from it, the dynamic of it, as Akshay put it, is that it is a chain. In one aspect, Akshay is dominating Preeti, persuading her to give herself fully to him, and at the same time that he is making her submissive, he is also making her dominant over me. That’s how it felt as Akshay pulled her back to him, and she slid her cunt off my face.

“That looked awesome, you two,” he said, and both Preeti and I smiled as he added, “I told you I’d take care of both of you, didn’t I?”

He got up off the bed now, and went over to the closet, where two straight-backed, armless upholstered chairs flanked the door. He went into the closet for a moment, and appeared to be hunting around for something. Then he came out, and pulled one of the chairs over to face the bed. “Okay, Abhi. I want you to sit in this chair now.” I got up and sat down, watching Preeti uncertainly as she reclined on the bed, waiting for instructions, too. Akshay pulled a couple of silk neckties out of his pocket and handed them to Preeti. “This part may be more symbolic than anything, but Preeti, I want you to take these and tie Abhi’s hands behind his back. 

She gave me a wicked smile, but did as she was told without hesitation. “This is all amateur psychologist on my part, but I think what might turn on Abhi to this whole thing is the feeling of letting go. Letting his wife feel pleasure from another man, and being able to sit back and just watch, without any pressure to perform.”

Preeti finished tying me up and went back to Akshay’s side. Akshay rested his arm around her waist and down across her crotch in the very same way that Bob Guccione used to pose with his Pets in my old copies of Penthouse that I used to jerk off to when I was a teenager. That proprietary way of photographing himself with them turned me on like crazy, and I’d fantasize that I’d be in that position one day. Of course I never fantasized that I’d end up watching this Bob Guccione surrogate at such close range with my wife, but I wasn’t complaining. 

“Okay, now, before we get started, I want Preeti to do one more thing. Preeti, unzip Abhi’s pants, and pull down his underwear enough so that you can pull his cock and balls out of his fly. I want it so that we can look down at his hard cock and see how turned on he gets watching us. I want him to be able to see how turned on he is.”

Preeti did as Akshay asked her, kneeling in front of me, staring deep into my eyes as her hands tugged me out of my pants. My already-hard cock made it a little tough, but Preeti worked it free. “Oh, he knows, Akshay,” she smirked at me. Licking her lips, she added, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he shoots his load without even touching it. We’ve been talking about do something crazy like this for a long time, and every time I come up with something dirty like this when we’re fucking, he comes in seconds.”

Akshay nodded at her handiwork. “Good. You have a nice little cock there, Abhi. I bet Preeti loves sucking on that thing. Now stay down on your knees Preeti,” he added as he walked over.

Addressing me, now, “Abhi, I bet one of the things you’re curious about is what another man’s hard cock looks like. You don’t have to answer, but I bet you’ve always wanted to compare – we all do. And locker rooms don’t really cut it, since everyone is walking around soft.” Standing now in front of Preeti, directly in front of me also, my face at his crotch-level, I became a little alarmed with where his talk was going. I was afraid that he was going to make me suck on his cock. With him looking down on me, I was a little relieved when he turned to address Preeti. “Preeti, my sweet thing. I know you’ve been around the block a few times, but I’m guessing there haven’t been that many times that you seen a man’s naked cock before you’ve seen the rest of him naked. So I want you to do the same thing to me now that you just did to poor Abhi here. I think it’ll be a real turn-on for him to see the hard cock that will shortly be pumping come into his wife. I want him to see it up close, and I want him to see how your hands look on it when you feel it for the first time. I want him to see the veins and ridges up close, and I want him to be able to look down and compare it to his own dick.”

“I’m not going to tell you that I have a donkey cock,” he went on, looking down at my own dick, still resting in one of Preeti’s hands, “but I have see a few other cocks in situations like this, and it seems to be a pretty good size.” Catching my eye, he added, “I think you’re really gonna like what you’re about to see.”

Pulling Preeti by the back of the head gently toward his waist, he urged her to open up his pants. She didn’t hesitate, quickly letting go of my cock so that she could undo his belt and pull down his zipper. She was pulling down the waistband of his boxers when he said to her, “when you take it out, don’t put it in your mouth just yet. I know you’re going to want to, but take it slow. I want to let Abhi appreciate how it looks, resting in your small, pretty hands. It’s going to be really intense for him, finally seeing his wife holding another man’s penis, and I want him to savor it, okay?”

She nodded obediently as she finally pulled his semi-hard dick free. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “God,” she breathed, “it’s been so long since I’ve felt a strange cock. It’s fucking amazing.” As they say, I’m not gay, but it was an amazing thing to see. Akshay’s pubic area was neatly trimmed, and his shaft was just beginning to point upward as she slowly stroked it up and down. It wasn’t John Holmes size, but it must have been a good seven or eight inches. She turned to me, showing it off. “Abhi, I can’t wait to suck this thing. I forgot how incredible it is to feel a new one – it feels so hot in my hand, it’s almost like it’s glowing like a hot coal or something.” She tilted her head up to Akshay with almost a pleading look. “If I can’t suck it, can I rub it across my face?”

He nodded. “Sure. Abhi, what do you think so far?”

I smiled down at my hard cock, poking straight up out of my open fly. “Actions speak louder than words, I guess.”

“Do you like watching her? You’ve never seen her with another man, have you?”

“No,” I answered. “Will told me about her, but I never got the chance to see.” I smiled tenderly at Preeti while she was petting Akshay’s cock, and she grinned and blew me a kiss. 

Now Akshay pulled Preeti to her feet. “Well, as you can also see, you’re not the only one that’s hard around here. And since it’s my house, I’m going to take first crack at your wife’s pussy.”
Preeti interrupted him. “What about me? I thought you said that you were going to let me suck that beautiful cock.”

“In due time, my dear.” Akshay now laid back on the bed directly in front of my chair. “Other than getting both of you out of here by midnight, I don’t have any set plan. Right now, I want to see if we can make your poor husband pop his cork. Look at the way his poor cock is bobbing around – Abhi, that thing looks like a fish out of water.” Akshay pulled on his big cock now. “Preeti – I’m feeling a bit lazy tonight. What do you say you strip for Abhi and me?”

“Okay,” she said. “What would you like to see first?”

“Mmm,” he said. “Well, first, I want you to face me, not Abhi. And since you already lost your panties, why don’t you take the skirt off?”

Preeti pushed it back down into place, and reached to her side to unzip it. She shimmied her hips as she worked the tight skirt down over her curving hips.

“Very nice,” said Akshay. “That cunt of yours is really swollen. You’re really getting turned on, aren’t you?”

Biting her lip, Preeti just nodded. 

“Turn around for a moment so Abhi can see, too.” She did – like my own cock, it was almost throbbing. 

“Okay, come here now. I don’t think I can make you wait anymore. I don’t have the heart.”
Preeti stood beside where he was laid out on the bed. “Where do you want me?”

Akshay pulled her toward him. “This is important to Abhi. I want him to see everything very clearly. Straddle my hips so that your cunt is facing his chair, okay?”

Preeti did as she was told, and reached down between her legs to position his bulging head against her swollen labia.

“Mmm,” he said. It sounded like he own arousal was starting to overwhelm his efforts to stay in control of us. “God, that’s a wet cunt. But don’t push it in yet.” He began to unbutton her silky blouse. “I want Abhi to see those beautiful little tits bouncing around while you’re pumping my cock, okay?” 

“Sure, Akshay. Just hurry up, okay?” she panted.

“I know, Preeti,” he said, as his manicured hands were fumbling with her black lace bra. “Where does this fucker snap?”

Preeti was breathing hard as she hovered above his cock. “Fuck that,” she said, and simply pushed the bra up so that her pert little A-cup tits bounced free. “C’mon. I really need that cock now.”
Both of our cocks were waving around now. “Okay,” he muttered hoarsely. “Start pushing my cock up into your pussy now,” he said, as he roughly thumbed her small brown nipples with one hand, and guided her hips down onto him.

“Okay, Abhi, watch closely,” she said to me, looking directly into my eyes. “This fat fucking thing is gonna fuck me now.” She closed her eyes as she worked his head along her lips, lubricating that large head with her juices.

Akshay was just lying back on the bed now, eyes closed. The dynamic was shifting to Preeti, and he was now just a cock as our fantasy was coming to life. My heart was beating wildly as she began to actually push the head into her now. “God, Preeti, are you going to take him bare?” I asked.

She nodded slowly. “Yep. I hate fucking with condoms. I’m fixed anyway, and I want to feel that come in me when he shoots.” She began to slide up and down that big tool now, but the conversation was between us now. “You know what he told me, Abhi, back when you went to the john? He said he hasn’t fucked anyone in over three weeks. Can you believe that? You know how much come is going to squirt out of this thing?” she said as she grabbed the base of his cock and worked the last of it into her.

“Fuck, Preeti.” I mumbled, as he bumped his hips up into her a little bit. “You’ve got that whole fucker in you now.” My balls were tingling now, and I desperately wanted to free my hand to jack off while I watched, but Preeti had tied my hands tightly behind me with the neckties. 

“Shit, I feel so full right now,” she said. “I can’t remember if I’ve ever fucked a cock that was this thick before.” She laughed to herself. “Even if I have, it’s been a while. Feels fucking awesome, though.”

“God, that thing is thick, Preeti.” I agreed. “It looks like it’s swelling even more.”

Preeti looked back over her shoulder at Akshay. “It is getting fatter, Abhi. Look at that face – Akshay’s going to come soon, I think,” she said proudly. “Guess I’d better stop talking and start fucking, so I can come with him.”

She fell silent as she tilted her head back, both of her hands between her legs as she fingered her swollen clit with one hand and gripped Akshay’s cock and balls tightly with the other. Her beautiful little tits were bouncing wildly now, and Akshay’s hips were thrusting upwards uncontrollably. Other than a steady stream of moans, he’d been silently for several minutes now. 

“Oh, fuck,” she screamed. “He’s coming, Abhi, he’s coming,” and pushed herself hard down onto his cock. “I can feel it in me. God, it’s huge, I can feel come everywhere. It’s making me come, too. I can’t hold it – I have to come now,” she grunted, and then rapidly twitched her hips back and forth on him, like she’d done to me hundreds of times before.

I was going crazy in the chair now as she slowed down and began to recover from her orgasm. I was even more aroused as I saw his milky come begin to seep out of her wide open pussy and down his shaft. “Please, Preeti,” I begged. “Do something with my cock. I have to come too. Please.”

She smiled wickedly at me, dismounted from Akshay, and came over to the chair. “I thought we were teasing you tonight,” she said.

“Please don’t. Just let me come. You can fuck him again as much as you want, but I just need to come.”

“Is that a promise?” she asked.

“Yes, whatever, just do something. Jack me off, or suck me, whatever, I’m so close.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” she said, and now she put a foot on either side of the chair and straddled me. “I want you to feel my cunt when it’s like this. It’s so fucking dirty, isn’t? I want you to feel his come in me.”

“God,” I moaned. “So do I. Please, just slip it in.”

“Okay,” she agreed, and moved forward so that she could whisper in my ear as she lowered herself. “Abhi, thank you so much for this. I came so hard. I want you to do the same.” She started slipping that sloppy cunt down on me, and I simultaneously felt my own come begin to rise into her. “Feel my cunt, Abhi, feel how he stretched me out and filled me up. Come for me, Abhi. Come now. Come in your slutty wife.”

I released into her with everything I had, my balls finally throbbing and releasing their load. I couldn’t stop even as she milked me dry, adding my load to Akshay’s. 

And that’s how everything began.

Double Seduction

My wife and I had discussed her attraction to my best friend, Pratik. He was a bit bigger than me at 6', with curly hair and had a thin but athletic body. She thought he had a cute ass and his clever sense of humor tickled her. I had teased her with the thought of a threesome for a long time but I had never mentioned it to Pratik. And we had never done anything close to a threesome because Preeti was basically a shy almost insecure person. But the fantasy made for great sex.

This hot summer day, Pratik came over to help us cut up and stack a cord of wood that was delivered as full length logs. It was hard work and we stayed with it for about three hours before the sun had taken enough of our strength. We came in for beers and ice tea and decided to quit early for the day. After a couple of beers I suggested showers and Pratik went first. While he was in the shower I spoke to Preeti and told her to complain about her back being sore when she was done with her shower. She asked why and with a twinkle in my eye, I said, "Wouldn't you like a nice relaxing back rub." I let her imagination fill in the rest.

The subsequent showers went quickly with a little bit of flirting between Pratik and Preeti as they came in and out of the bathroom. He, predictably, had a comment and a suggestion for her when she tried to dash to the bedroom in a towel. She of course, stopped and flirted sticking her leg out at him so the fold of the towel opened and showed her whole leg right up to her hip. She came out dressed in a tank top and tiny shorts. We two men were sitting on the couch drinking beers and listening to music. As requested, she mentioned that her back was bothering her and I immediately suggested that I give her a back rub.

I asked Pratik to move to the chair, while I spread the cushions of the couch onto the middle of the floor and had her lay down on a sheet used as a covering. She lay on her stomach and I began to rub her lower back, asking her where it hurt and she replied that it was both in her lower back and in her shoulders. I asked Pratik how he was feeling and he said fine now that he had a beer in his hand. I then suggested that he get on the other side of her and help me massage her. I sensed no hesitation as he made his way onto the floor.

When I pulled her tank top up to the top of her shoulders she had to rise up off the cushions a bit so it could get over her size C breasts. As we got a quick flash of their sides I gave Pratik a facial expression that said — pretty nice huh. He nodded back. We massaged her entire back with four hands rolling and kneading her skin. She moaned in response to my questions about how it felt. I made a big deal about trying to get to her shoulders with the tank top on and finally told her in an exasperated tone that the top would have to come off. She objected, but I insisted telling her that she was already naked around her breast area. So she reached up and took it off. I could tell as she settled in again that she was really beginning to enjoy this and I knew her imagination was getting going.

As I rubbed her shoulders in a smooth sensual way I repeated defensively that she complained about the pain in her shoulders and lower back. After a pause I told Pratik to pull her shorts down a little so he could fully get to her lower back. Preeti acted like she wanted to complain and didn't provide any help but soon Pratik had dropped her shorts about three inches lower exposing her whole back. Neither of us could tell if she was wearing panties. We continued to massage her, moving up and down along her back trading places on her lower back and shoulders and then I decided it was time to rub her legs. I told Pratik to do the leg closest to him while I did the one closest to me. I told him to follow my lead and we would rub symmetrically down and up her legs. When he moved beside her leg, I could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was getting excited from rubbing her cool smooth flesh.

We started down and took our time doing it each using two hands. We massaged her feet which were nice and clean from the recent shower, lifting them up to get at them. As I returned her leg to the cushion I made sure her legs opened up a bit more than they had. Then I slowly began moving up as Pratik followed, gently rubbing around her leg. We moved to the bottom of her shorts and I got two full fingers under the edge touching her ass and the inside of her leg very near her crotch which was very moist. Pratik did not follow that move even though I encouraged him with a look. I didn't know how far he would go, but he was clearly enjoying it. I rubbed her ass through the material of her shorts and rocked her back and forth as I did. We both gave her a few very light gentle strokes all over her back and legs as though we were finishing. She stretched with all the tension of her imagination and the massaging.

I then told her it was time to turn over and she objected since she was wearing no top. I told her I would put her loose top over her breasts. I picked it up and held it over her back so she could modestly turn over which she finally did after a bit of protestation. I laid the jersey loosely over her breasts. We began to rub her stomach and the top of her shoulders. I started to rub the sides of her breasts under the top. She was watching us. I told her in kind of a commanding way to keep her eyes closed and just enjoy the feeling. She obeyed. With a look I encouraged Pratik to rub around the edges of her breasts and he did. She didn't object. She just lay there with her hands under her head and her eyes closed. I started to move my hands very gently across the tops of her breasts keeping her modesty with the top over my hands while Pratik was rubbing her stomach. She was peeking. I told her not to look and threatened to blindfold her. I knew she was curious who was rubbing where and it was driving her nuts.

I lifted my hands off of her and with a look suggested to Pratik that he rub her breasts. He lifted his hands and I immediately placed mine back down where he was on her stomach. My fingers were pointed toward her legs and my fingers edged their way under her shorts. With one hand I unsnapped her shorts. Pratik who had begun to rub her upper chest had moved down under the tank top and was rubbing and squeezing her breasts. I was smiling at him; encouraging him. She again stretched and slightly arched her body and I knew I had them both. She was having trouble staying still and Pratik was definitely into massaging her breasts which he did magnificently using two handed squeezing mixed with gentle finger passes on her nipples. Even though the top blocked my view I could see what was going on and I was enjoying it too.

I caught her peeking again and I took the top off her breasts and placed it over her eyes tucking it under the sides of her head. Her breasts retained most of their perkiness since her hands were still up under her head. Her nipples were huge and as hard as I had ever seen them. Pratik and I looked at each other with huge grins on both our faces. I asked her if she was wearing panties and she asked why I wanted to know. I told her to just answer the question and when she said yes, I began to remove her shorts, pulling the zipper down. She didn't object, in fact, she raised her hips as I pulled them off her legs. I sat in between her legs, spreading them wide, and rubbed each leg up and down with one hand. Pratik continued to focus on her top although not just on her breasts. He was rubbing her sides pulling the skin toward the middle with smooth strokes up and down the length of her stomach, chest and shoulders, still true to the massage.

I leaned forward and kissed her on her stomach with my chest just touching her panties and Pratik returned to touching her breasts. I think she had her first orgasm at that moment as her legs squirmed and her back arched as she tried not to moan. Her breathing, however, was a dead give away. No one acknowledged the orgasm and we continued to massage her. I suggested to Pratik that we trade places and we did. After kissing her on her cheeks and neck and getting a warm return kiss from her, I straddled her still blindfolded head and touched her more than massaged her and began kissing her all along her body at the same time. I moved my whole body down toward her stomach while Pratik was rubbing her legs.

My hands moved to her panties and began to rub her pussy through the cloth while Pratik watched intently. She was soaking and her panties clung to her crack. She was wriggling again and arching and now noticeably moaning. I guess the pretenses were over. I reached each hand under her the sides of her panties and teased her by touching the flesh near her triangle. Looking at Pratik, I told him to join in and he also teased her by rubbing her legs in the fold between her legs and her pussy. I pulled the sides of her panties together exposing more of the large swollen lips of her pussy and Pratik took advantage of this. My legs were on either side of her chest with my groin hanging in her breasts. I felt Preeti's hand reach up and rub my ass through my sweatpants. I turned around and told her not to touch me and to just lean back and be still if she could. She responded by returning her hand behind her head and giving a huge prolonged arch. Pratik took advantage of this by rubbing her pussy down the middle with his palm.

I encouraged him and said how she seemed to like that a lot and he should do more of it. He continued to rub her pussy when she lay back down. I told Pratik to take her panties off and when he had them half off I commented if Preeti doesn't mind. She just moaned a loud positive response. I told Pratik that it looked like her pussy needed a tongue cleaning and he immediately complied. I turned around and began kissing Preeti on her face, neck and shoulders while she had a huge obvious orgasm that just kept cumming and cumming. Later she told me she had a rush of multiple orgasms during this time but they were so close together she couldn't count them.

We relaxed with a cigarette and beer. The blindfold had come off when I was kissing her and she now used it to loosely cover her groin while she lay on her side. Pratik and I were still completely dressed and the oddness of this escaped nobody's attention. Preeti objected and said we should take off our clothes. I could tell she hasn't yet had enough and I quickly pulled off my clothes while Pratik stood a little dazed. I moved behind Preeti and reached around in front and began playing with her breasts. I told Pratik that I thought she would like to see him do a striptease. I told him that if he did, I would let him fuck her first. She punched me but I knew she didn't mean it.

He waited for the start of the next song and stood and began dancing with the music. He had good rhythm and moved his hips in front of Preeti's face. She was staring at his noticeable hard on in his jeans. I was lifting and cuddling the weight of her breasts while he danced. It was beginning to get dark and this added to a romantic atmosphere. First, he took of his shirt and did a pretty good job making it look sexy. Then at the end of the song, he disappeared into the bedroom. When the next song came on out he marched with a pillow in front of him. It took a few minutes before we could tell he still had his shorts on. He wore black jockey style shorts which held his large cock tight. He danced with the pillow mostly rubbing it in front of him against his crotch. Eventually, he moved to the arm of the couch and leaned against the pillow which rested on the arm. His hands free, he removed his shorts. We couldn't quite see his cock because it sank into the softness of the pillow. While he was doing this I put my hand in Preeti's crotch and with her tank top still there began rubbing the top up and down in a way she seemed to enjoy. Pratik was dancing with the pillow, rubbing it in a way that let his cock appear above the top of it as he moved the pillow down with the rhythm of the music.

Then a slow song came on and I suggested to Preeti that they dance together. She made a comment that with that big thing in front of him they wouldn't be able to get that close. But she got up when I urged her and they fell into each other's arms. At first it reminded me of catholic school dances — leaving room for the holy ghost. But soon Pratik wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. I don't think I have ever seen two naked people dancing together before but it was real sexy. His cock was pushed into her belly and was listing to one side, so when they danced around in a circle you could see it pressing against her. They both started kissing each other's neck and their hands began to wander. I left the room to get condoms and candles and when I returned he was lying on top of her on the sofa cushions pressing his thigh between her legs and they were deep throating each other with their tongues. It didn't seem to take long for Preeti to return to her wild excited state and this time she was moving all under him and grabbing his ass and pressing her breasts between them. You could tell he enjoyed the abandon with which she went at it. I was pleasantly surprised with how excited I was watching my best friend with my wife in such an intimate way. When we talked about the fantasy and the attraction I always wondered if I would feel differently watching it. But I was as excited as they were just watching. I loved it when Preeti was out of control with sexual desire and she sure was today.

I lit the candles and handed Pratik a condom. I then sat in the chair that was by their feet and played with myself as I watched them. Pratik went down on Preeti for a short time, teasing her clit with his tongue, not wanting her to orgasm that way this time. God, he's good, I thought. Preeti looked at me while he was doing this and I gave her a big smile. She closed her eyes and relaxed. Soon Pratik was on top of her, entering her slowly. He paused his cock as it was moving in but Preeti couldn't wait and her hips rocked up and down bringing his cock in more frantically. She was already beginning another orgasm. Pratik couldn't help responding to her movements and soon he too was out of control with no thoughts about entering slowly or teasing her. He was pounding away at her fast and hard but with smooth strokes that she seemed to feel every inch of. In a few minutes he was screaming and she was moaning and it completed itself. They cuddled together for a few minutes before he pulled out and turned over. I think he was concerned about how I might be reacting.

"My turn", I said with a grin and Pratik got up and headed for the bathroom. I moved my head to Preeti's crotch. Since Pratik had worn a condom there was no sperm to deal with, but I was wondering how moist she remained. Licking her pussy lips and clit I saw no problem. I lifted her legs and kissed around her brown hole which I knew she liked sticking the point of my nose into the opening of her pussy at the same time. As I moved up and along her body with my kisses and tongue she began to slowly squirm again. I moved up quickly and with our faces together, she kissed me and whispered her gratefulness. I told her we were just getting started and she moaned deeply.

I asked her if she could feel how hard my cock was and soon I was positioning it at her opening. I slowly moved it in an inch and rubbed it back and forth at her entrance. With each thrust I went just a little deeper until she was fully matching my thrusts. Pratik returned from the bathroom. I told him to get ready again. This nymph still hadn't had enough. I pulled out of her and told her to change positions and get on top. She was in a very submissive mode and sat astride me sliding my cock into her wet hole easily while I was on my back. I told Pratik to come over because she wanted to give him a blowjob. He stood with his feet on both sides of my shoulders and presented his half hard cock to her. He eagerly grabbed it with one hand and brought it to her tongue. Licking it and kissing it, she was looking into his eyes, while I had a bottom ups view of it all. She and I were riding together like a bucking bronco until I came spurting deep inside her. As we stopped our bumping she continued to work Pratik's cock, working him all the way into her mouth. I reached over and handed her another condom which she expertly rolled down the length of his cock. I told her to get off me and prepare for him. She was building to another orgasm.

She got off of me and asked Pratik if he would do her doggie style. It had a pleading tone to it and Pratik was more than willing to comply. She leaned forward into the chair and he knelt behind her. It was her favorite position and she had a great ass. Pratik eagerly humped her but would slow as she started to reach the edge of her orgasm. He was deliberately teasing her and she seemed to grow wilder as a result. He alternated hard rhythmic thrusts with still hips and caresses over her breasts and shoulders. She started to beg him to fuck her and when he began thrusting again she screamed “Yes… Yes… Fuck Me… Fuck Me” and this time he kept going until they were both drained. She began to weep softly as they collapsed together back down on the cushions where I was. She gave me a long slow thankful kiss and turned to the other side and kissed Pratik's shoulders snuggling into his side. I caressed her ass very slowly. We cuddled that way in each other's arms with her in the middle for about a half-hour before we realized how hungry we were.

We had a few more threesomes after that with Pratik, but none as exciting. I think Preeti always enjoyed them, but eventually Pratik and I became a bit less enthusiastic. Typical of men, Pratik and I never discussed our trysts outside of the experience themselves.

The Birth of Curvy Preeti

After reading through my diaries, I really wanted to write my past down properly. Not quite as an autobiography, or as a memoir, but something else. So, the first question came to me as soon as I started leafing through my various journals, diaries and albums. Where to start? Which story should I write first?
It was the summer of 2004, and I had just turned twenty-two but I was still quite naive for a woman of that age. Of course, at the time, I felt mature, especially as I’d been married for two years, in a relationship for four years and mother to a one-year-old girl who was the most beautiful thing in the entire world.
But now, looking back, I can’t believe how immature I was. I had lived a fairly sheltered life, unaware of how things really were and being looked after for the most part. Of course, living with someone, and then having a baby had made me grow up rapidly, as such things do, and exposed me to certain realities, but I was about to have another, equally profound, awakening.
The sexual side of me was about to come to life, although I didn’t know it at the time. Back then, I was happy with my sex life. I had only slept with one person before my husband, but both my partners had kept me reasonably satisfied until then.  However I was going to discover that sex could be much different from what I had experienced before.
I will, in due course, write the stories about losing my virginity, and my first sex with my husband and how everything developed between us, as well as some of the interesting sexual adventures I had growing up, like seeing my first cock, and the things that happened when I was at high school (a private all-girls school) but all in good time.
I wasn’t totally blind to sex, far from it. I had watched porn on the Internet for a few years, intrigued by erotic stories, and I even watched some naughty videos just out of curiosity. I admit I was intrigued by some of the more extreme things even, women having threesomes and girls with other girls especially piqued my interest, but I never had any intention of doing anything like that. I watched it purely with interest, I found it titillating and arousing but I never became obsessed or addicted to porn, like you hear some people doing. The moment I closed the lid on the laptop, or the second I masturbated in private to what I’d just read or seen, all thoughts of it went out of my head. It was just a way of passing the time, during my sometimes long and boring day times.
Abhi, my husband had insisted that we have hired help in looking after our daughter, but he didn’t like me working either. Truth be told, I have always liked having time to myself. I am a lady of leisure, I can’t help it. I don’t really like being told what to do. I much prefer shopping or lunching with friends. That might annoy some of you, but I was lucky enough to be brought up in a wealthy and privileged lifestyle and it’s the only thing I know. In recent years, I have changed. I give a fair share of my time to charity and work in a local charity shop a day or two a week, but back then I enjoyed being a spoiled housewife and mother.
I should get back to the story in hand, I suppose. The summer I mentioned was a pleasant one if I recall, warm and sunny but my husband noticed that I wasn’t wearing very many summery dresses and tops like I usually did. The reason for this was that since having our daughter, I had been left with stretch marks, and my body had suddenly changed. I had never been what anyone would call thin. I have always had large breasts, which have been an asset at times, a hindrance at others, and my hips, bottom and thighs have always been rather fleshy and wobbly.  But being pregnant seemed to have emphasized everything. I was wobblier, bigger and I felt ugly and fat, even though I knew I wasn’t that overweight.
So Abhi hired me a personal trainer. He had offered to pay for a membership to a very exclusive gym not far from where we lived back then, but I felt too shy to wear gym clothes out of doors, and I was scared that the other members might see my wobbly bits ‘wobbling’ so instead Abhi contacted Bhaskar.
Bhaskar was fantastic. A very good-looking, black gentleman. When I say black, he was mixed-race, with the most gorgeous green eyes. Muscled, toned and fit, and extremely patient with me, I liked him immediately and a certain chemistry developed between us quite quickly. I came to trust him during his bi-daily visits to our home, and within just a few weeks I could feel and see the results of our hour long exercise sessions.
At first, I found the routines demanding and tiring, but once I got used to them, I instead found it exhilarating and energising. When Bhaskar left, I felt better about myself, almost like a natural high, or the buzzing feeling you get when you’ve had a large glass of a good red wine.  Even our sex life improved. My husband got the benefit of my new found fitness, improved mood and burgeoning confidence every time he came home from work at the weekends. He commented on my increasing libido, saying that I was wearing him out and perhaps he needed a fitness coach to keep up with me!
And I think that was the first time I realised that my sex drive was higher than his. In time, it became clear that I had probably a higher sex drive than average, whereas Abhi has one which is quite low for a man. We had only ever had sex once a week or so, on average, but it was all I had ever known, so that was normal to me.
I don’t know exactly why I changed a little, but I do remember getting the laptop out one day when Bhaskar had left. I had showered, and felt clean and incredibly sexy. I put the computer on the bed, found some dirty video and played with myself all afternoon. When I orgasmed, I rested for while, then I would read or look at something new and then when I was ready I would tease myself some more. This became a regular thing, and after a little while I actually got brave enough to order myself (my first online purchase ever) a vibrator from a well-known online sex store. I had no idea how big dildos were, so I researched the average penis size and ordered one which was that size, which I gathered was around six inches. I was very surprised when it was delivered, because it was significantly larger and thicker than my husband’s cock, and I was a little nervous to use it at first, but soon got over that one particularly horny afternoon when I learned exactly how good it feels to have a buzzing vibrator pressed against your clitoris.
That was when I began to fantasize about Bhaskar. I always fantasized when I masturbated, but they were just usually about my husband, or the guy on the laptop screen, or sometimes just ‘faceless’ strangers, so I was shocked when my black fitness trainers ‘popped’ in to my fantasy unexpectedly. I just ‘went with it’ and found myself having a particularly intense orgasm. Almost as soon as I’d come, I shrugged it off as purely a silly fantasy, but a couple of days later when I next saw Bhaskar, I must have blushed bright red as he kept asking me if he had embarrassed me or something.

Things had become a little flirty between us. That happened naturally because we had always got on well, and had a good personality mix and chemistry. It was never anything more than him complimenting my figure, which was purely for encouragement at first, but slowly became him being more open and insisting that he found my curvy form sexy. He never over-stepped the mark. He constantly checked that his flirtations weren’t being unprofessional, and I always told him that I would tell him if he ever offended me, although I never did, of course. To be honest, I was enjoying the attention, and again with the benefit of hindsight I realise I was encouraging him and flirting him more than I probably realised I was at the time.

I found myself wearing more and more daring gym clothes. At first, I had worn tracksuits, or loose-fitting sweats, but after a few months of training I was now wearing tight fitting leggings and rather than a loose top with a sports-bra beneath, I was simply wearing proper sports crop-tops, which exposed my substantial cleavage. And when I went out, even though it was now Autumn and the cooler weather was arriving, I had gone back to wearing smaller and tighter dresses, and I wasn’t afraid to bare a bit of chest or leg anymore. Again, I enjoyed the attention this got me. Bhaskar’s eyes exploring my body when he thought I wasn’t looking turned me on, as did a stranger’s head turning when I walked past him in the park, taking my daughter for a walk in her pram.
I was becoming a little bit of an attention whore, but certain things were building up inside me. I was on the way to becoming Curvy Preeti. But she wasn’t about to be born quite in the way you’d expect.
I had continued to fantasize about, and flirt heavily with Bhaskar, during our workout sessions.  Then one day things went a little bit weird. Even now, looking back, I am still not quite sure what came over me, but that particular day, Bhaskar had turned up looking incredibly good. He had cut his hair really short, and was wearing a vest which showed off his powerful arms and toned chest and through all the exercises, I kept finding my thoughts wandering to what he might look like naked, and what it would be like to sleep with him. He was tall, though a little shorter than my exceptionally tall and admittedly handsome husband, but he was much broader and had something about him that my Abhi lacked. Perhaps it was just his sporty image, or his charismatic and yet commanding attitude, I don’t know but I found myself flirting with him even more than usual and then when we had completed our hour’s exercise I offered him a drink and said I’d like it if he stayed around for a while, to keep me company.

Bhaskar accepted after a moment’s hesitation, and I got him some juice after he declined wine. I had a large glass, which perhaps contributed to what I, rather clumsily, did next. I don’t remember actually setting out to seduce him, I was acting purely on impulse. I had never tried to seduce anyone before, so I had no idea what I was doing. I was riding on a wave of euphoria from his attentions mixed with my rising confidence and contained desires.
We had been chatting in the dining room, and we were laughing and giggling and even touching hands, like the very best of friends do, when I realised I was rather sweaty and feeling a little uncomfortable in my training clothes. Perhaps the alcohol gave me a little more swagger than I would have had otherwise, but I remember asking him if he would mind while I took a very quick shower.
Bhaskar seemed surprised, but didn’t say anything to put me off. I hadn’t planned any of this, I was just doing whatever came in to my head, and Bhaskar seemed to be happy with what was happening, so I stripped off in the bedroom and even left the bedroom door open, just in case he should come upstairs to use the toilet or anything. We had an en-suite shower in the bedroom, but I deliberately walked across the landing to the main bathroom, with just a towel wrapped loosely around me, but unfortunately Bhaskar was still downstairs and out of view of me.
I delayed having my shower, wondering if he would come upstairs to further our flirtations but he still didn’t, so I finally went in, enjoying the hot running water while again, leaving both the bathroom door and the shower door ajar, so he could see me if he wanted to.
But still no Bhaskar. Feeling slightly disappointed, but also excited at what I was doing, I wrapped a towel around me, scraped my wet hair back, and went downstairs to apologise for being so long.
Bhaskar was where I’d left him, sat at the dining room table, still drinking his juice and flicking through a magazine he must have found laying around. He asked if I’d had a nice shower, and I said sorry to have left him for so long, floundering for an excuse, but he waved my apology away and said it was fine and not to worry at all. As he said that, I was pouring myself another wine, and I saw him look at first my still-wet legs, and then my shoulders and he smiled.
That smile, and those bright green eyes did something. Something melted inside me. Perhaps it was my last bit of inhibition, I don’t know, but I ‘accidentally’ dropped my towel. For what felt like an hour, but was probably just a few seconds, I was totally naked in front of him. Back then, I had a small triangle of very fair, light brown pubic hair, and I saw his eyes go from my breasts to my groin, then he quickly looked away, and started to apologise himself.
I picked up the towel, suddenly uncertain of what to do, and as he covered his eyes and made to leave the kitchen, I found myself walking towards him, making no move to cover myself.
“It’s okay,” I recall saying, “It’s not your fault.”
Bhaskar took the towel from my hand, and still averting his eyes, draped it over my chest. Even writing this makes me cringe, but I took the towel off him, then took his hand and put it on my right breast.
He snatched his hand away as though I had put it on a hot iron.
“What’s the matter?” I said, trying (probably incredibly badly) to sound sexy, “You find me attractive, don’t you?”
Bhaskar stammered that he did, but took a step back as I tried to get closer into him. “This isn’t proper, Preeti. I’m sorry.”
And with that, he practically fled, leaving me shocked, and then when I heard the front door close behind him, I burst into tears.
I don’t remember much of the following night and day. I drowned my sorrows and shame in red wine. Bhaskar telephoned the day after to cancel that day’s session, apparently due to him not being very well, which I was partially relieved about as I wasn’t sure if I could face him. I didn’t even answer the telephone. I got my nanny to take the call, as I did when he called a couple of days later. But I finally did speak to him the following weekend.
Abhi happened to answer the phone, looking slightly puzzled, and asking why Bhaskar was calling on a Saturday evening to speak to me. I shrugged. I couldn’t tell him, could I? And neither could I refuse to speak to him without rousing some suspicion, so feeling rather awkward, I accepted the handset and said, “Hello?”
“You don’t need to avoid me,” Bhaskar said, “I know you can’t speak, with Abhi being there, but I just wanted to say sorry for not handling the other day like I should have.”
“That’s fine, don’t worry about it,” I said, feeling a little flustered with Abhi listening.
“I must have really embarrassed you,” Bhaskar continued, “I didn’t mean to reject you like that. I hope you don’t feel... humiliated or anything.”
“No, I’m fine,” I said as dismissively as I could, eager to get to the point and hang up, “Maybe see you on Monday if you’re feeling better?”
“I haven’t been ill,” he confessed, “You know why I didn’t come. Preeti, I find you incredibly sexy and attractive, but you’re a married woman, and I’m a professional. If I ever did anything like that with one of my clients and people were to find out, I’d be finished.”
“I understand,” I said. Nothing he was saying made me feel any better. Surely, if he really found me as sexy and attractive as he said, he wouldn’t have been able to help himself, would he?
“I’m not sure you do,” Bhaskar said, “But I will come over Monday and if you’d like, we can just pretend the other day never happened. Pick up from where we left off.”
“That would be perfect,” I said, “See you on Monday.”
The moment I put the phone down, I felt like crying, but I had to act okay in front of Abhi.
“Everything all right?” he asked and I smiled and nodded despite feeling completely crushed. He wanted to pretend it had never happened. He had seen me completely naked, and wanted to forget about it. He probably already had forgotten about it. What was I thinking? A man like Bhaskar could have any woman he wanted. Why would he be interested in a silly, chubby blonde like me?
That night, I cuddled up to Abhi in bed, desperately needing a hug and for him to make love to me. I wanted someone to want me, to find me irresistible and desirable, but he apologised for not being in the mood, kissed me on the forehead, told me he loved me and went to sleep. I laid awake that night for a long time, just thinking, before I eventually fell into a sleep full of nightmares, which accounted for me feeling very tired the next day. Abhi commented that I looked exhausted, which made me feel even worse, but as per usual I smiled and shrugged it off, getting on with my usual Sunday routine of making roast dinner.
That night, we were going to a Rotary event, a club of which Abhi was a member, but I really didn’t feel like going. I was tired anyway, but I also didn’t feel much like socialising and faking a smile to all our friends, so Abhi said he would go alone, and I was happy with that, but a little while after he set off, I changed my mind.
I had bought a new dress just for the occasion, a deep turquoise designer affair, with a plunging neckline and a slit up the side of the skirt. It was as daring a dress as I had ever worn, and I as I looked at it in the wardrobe, I suddenly felt like going. Why shouldn’t I? Perhaps some of our male friends might look twice at me, and give me that lovely feeling of being admired. Maybe one of my female friends would compliment me on how good I looked. I needed something like that, so I got ready as quickly as I could, and ordered a taxi to the hotel where the event was being held.
I was too late for the dinner, but there was dancing afterwards and I went in looking for Abhi, only to be told by some of my friends that he had left shortly before I got there. I called him on his mobile phone and he explained he had got a migraine coming. It was frustrating for me, because it felt like nothing was going right for me at the moment, but when I shouted at him on the phone I instantly felt guilty because he apologised and told me I should stay at the party and enjoy it. He would be fine if he got his head down for a little while, and it wasn’t like I didn’t know anyone. Most of the people there knew me, and so after asking him if he was sure, I headed back in to the party and was immediately bought a drink by a couple who were friends of ours.
They introduced me to their friend, who unfortunately had been stood up by his date for the evening, and was feeling rather out of place. His name was Laksh, and he was, as I remember, distinctly average. He was dressed smartly enough in a black suit and tie, but he was of average height, green eyes, brown haired and had a very plain, common-looking face. He spoke roughly, if politely, but despite him being very much a blend-in-to-the-background type of person, I found myself talking to him and having drink after drink with him as I introduced him to the club patronage that he hadn’t already met. Laksh was very easy to talk to, and he was obviously attracted to me from the ways his eyes rather blatantly went to my cleavage every time I was speaking, especially after he’d had a few drinks the later the evening progressed.
“I’m going to have a cigarette. Do you mind?” Laksh asked me, and I suggested we go for a walk outside. I could use a cigarette, and we walked out in to the gardens where he lit one for himself and gave one to me. This was long before the smoking ban came in to effect, but I only smoked very occasionally, and purely socially, but Abhi hated it and there a few people in the venue who I didn’t really trust not to tell Abhi that they’d seen me having a cigarette.
We walked and talked as we smoked, and then when Laksh saw me shivering in the cool air, he wrapped an arm around me. I froze slightly, but the wine was having a certain effect on me, so I didn’t push him away.
“You’re cold. I’ll warm you up,” he said with a friendly smile.
“Will you now?” I said, trying to be friendly, but unintentionally flirting.
Laksh looked at me, then glanced back at the venue, which was a little distance away, but far enough that we probably couldn’t be easily seen in the dark of the evening. “You look incredible tonight, Preeti.”
I smiled and said thank you, and he continued to flatter me as he led me by the hand a little further away from the event and the guests inside. Before long, we were standing around a corner, any view of the venue completely obscured by brick walls and garden hedges.
“I know you’re married, but he’s not here tonight,” he whispered, “I wouldn’t have left you alone tonight, not looking a million dollars like you do.”
That was the moment that I should have pushed him away, but I didn’t. I was leaning against a cool, stone wall and he had one hand on my face, leaning in to me, and right then, I could have, I should have, stopped it.
But I didn’t. Laksh kissed me.
And I kissed him back. Passionately.
Within moments, his hands were on my breasts, first cupping then kneading and squeezing. I made no move to stop him. It felt good to be wanted. I was wearing a lovely silver beaded necklace, which caught in his hand as he pushed the front of my dress down, exposing one of my tits to the cool night air. He pulled it from my bra and as he did so, the tangled necklace snapped.  I didn’t care. I was so excited as I felt my nipple stiffen, even under the warm touch of his rough hands.
He squeezed my breast hard then, which snapped me back to the present long enough for me to mutter, “I shouldn’t be doing this,” but Laksh’s kisses stayed insistent, muffling the words, then trailing along my jaw bone to my neck, which took my breath away for a moment. His hand was still squeezing my boob as he kissed along my shoulder, then it slid down over the front of my dress, leaving me still hanging out of my bra as his touch moved lower still.
My hands were wrapped around his shoulders, pulling his head into the crook of my shoulder as his hand found the slit in my dress.  He pulled it to one side and, before I could object - even if I had the willpower to stop him, which I didn’t - his fingers were inside my panties, brushing against my lower lips.  He suddenly hooked them around and pulled them down.
I was shocked how aroused I was. I didn’t know whether it was the drink, or just a case of being lost in the moment, but I actually helped him by kicking my knickers off my ankle, and opening my thighs slightly so he could feel me. He had pushed himself away just slightly and I remember seeing his face, lit by moonlight, gazing at my exposed breast and then looking down at the fine tangle of hair between my legs.
His finger was inside me, and I was embarrassed at how wet I felt already. I couldn’t look him in the eye, but I didn’t need to because he dipped his head to my breast, sucking on my nipple as his fingers alternated between fucking me and rubbing my clit.
My head was completely in a spin. What the hell was I doing? This is what I wanted to do with Bhaskar, but this wasn’t Bhaskar. This was an almost complete stranger. But it was too late to stop, and my body was responding to him and the situation in a way I hadn’t felt since the early days with my husband.
I fumbled at Laksh’s belt. There wasn’t any going back. He paused from what he was doing to help me, leaving my pussy aching for him to continue, then I was pulling his trousers and boxer shorts down, until his penis sprung out. It was already hard, which delighted me - my body had him turned on! He was bigger than either of my previous two lovers as well, not that much longer but at first glance he certainly seemed thicker and the end seemed bigger. I had never really found penises to be attractive things, but the sight of this big, erect cock pointing at me and obviously hungry to fuck me, was a huge turn on at that moment in time.
I wrapped my hand around it, pulling it forward and backwards and enjoying how hard I had got him as he pushed me back against the wall, my bare breast forgotten as his hand went back to playing with my clit as we kissed again. Laksh’s hand tangled itself in the hair behind my head then I felt him pushing me down. A not very subtle hint at what he wanted me to do, but I didn’t care. I fell to my knees willingly, and let him guide my head to his groin.
I remember the cold, damp gravel digging into my knees as I took him in my mouth. The little stones were wet and sharp but I didn’t say anything. I had another man’s cock in my mouth and a very strange feeling came over me for the first time.
This wasn’t right. I was married and yet I had another man’s aroused penis in my mouth, and was quite willingly sucking it, even enjoying it. I’d never really enjoyed giving head that much, to be honest, and yet maybe because of the naughtiness of it; possibly because it was so hard, and I had made it that way, I was loving it. Laksh had hold of my head still, and was shoving into my mouth, making me half-gag a couple of times, but still I kept sucking and licking his cock. I wanted him to enjoy it. I wanted to impress him, but why? He was no-one to me.
But it did feel wrong. Was this the feeling Bhaskar had felt, but which had stopped him before we even did anything? Why hadn’t this feeling of wrongness stopped me? Why was I still sucking this stranger’s now rock-hard cock?
Because Bhaskar had spurned me? Made me feel rejected. Then my husband has shown a lack of desire for me. But Laksh, this lovely young man, obviously wanted me. He hadn’t rejected me. He had embraced me; he wanted me and now I was his.
I let him take me there. In the cold, damp, wet garden, Laksh told me to get up, and I did. Pieces of grit were still stuck in my knees, and I wondered if my stockings had torn but I didn’t have time to look. I was turned around so that my back was to him, and I bent over easily as he lifted my dress up, flipping it on to my back as I looked at the wall in front of me. His hard cock was pressing against me for a second, then it slid inside in one movement, which made me gasp.
That was it. I had cheated on Abhi. And yet, it felt good. I didn’t hate him. I didn’t resent him. It wasn’t an attack on him at all. I had a need inside, and the man behind me, beginning to fuck me deep and hard was fulfilling it.
His hands were on my hips, and he fucking me from behind hard and fast and I knew it wouldn’t last long, but I didn’t want it to. It wasn’t like we were in bed and I wanted to be made love to. This was sex like I’d never had sex before. Crude, rough and animal-like and it felt shockingly good. My hands were on the wall in front of me, but a couple of times he drove into me so hard that my face was pressed into the brickwork. I didn’t care. A hand of his found my hair again, twisting it and pulling my head back as he took me. I loved it. When he let go, I looked down between my legs to see him push a couple more times, his rhythm suddenly erratic as he came inside me.
Luckily, I was on the contraceptive pill, because he never gave me warning and even so, I was in a world of my own as well, so I never even thought about it, or about safe sex. These days I always play things safe, until I get to know a lover well enough to trust them, but I guess the rawness of that first encounter with Laksh made it even more enjoyable.
I kept looking down, for some reason entranced by the sight of his balls hanging down, all of his penis buried inside me, pulsing to the rhythm of his heartbeat. I love that feeling still - the feeling of sperm flooding into me, and the stiffening and then softening of the cock delivering it deep in to my vagina. Everything was so wet and cool as we stopped. His cum dribbled from me as he took a slightly shaky step backwards, and fastened himself up, and when I had caught my breath, I felt around on the floor for my discarded panties and then pulled them on in silence.
“That was amazing,” Laksh said softly, looking around to make sure no-one had seen us, and I stepped into him once I’d straightened my dress up and kissed him. I was grateful for the cuddle and the kiss he gave me back. I felt so vulnerable at that moment. The initial rush had gone, leaving a lovely warm satisfied feeling, but guilt was filling the void. He walked me back to the party, but I had to stop once more, to remove my stockings which had torn on both knees.
I didn’t stay long. One drink and then I left. Laksh gave me his number, and we had a discreet kiss outside but I escaped him and the other guests as quickly as I could.  I had an awful paranoid feeling that people knew what I had been up to, even if they hadn’t noticed that I was now missing my stockings, I was certain that I was blushing so much that someone might as well have written ‘SLUT’ on my forehead, but when I got home I didn’t feel much better.
Would Abhi somehow know? Would I give it away that I had just cheated on him? Had Laksh worn aftershave? Had it rubbed off on me? I didn’t want to lose my marriage. What had I done?
As soon as I got in, I went in the shower, making the excuse that I stunk of cigarette smoke, and luckily Abhi didn’t question me. I came downstairs as he was going up to bed, and I even waited for a little while for him to fall asleep before I went up. I knew he would ask me about the party, and as inebriated as I still was, I didn’t trust myself to be able to talk to him without giving something away.
An hour later I was laid in bed, next to my sleeping husband, but I couldn’t sleep. At first I lay there feeling bad, but surprisingly, I also felt strangely exhilarated, the more I thought about what I had done. The sex had been impulsive and unexpected, which had made it into something I’d never experienced before and though I tried to deny it to myself that night, deep down I knew I wanted to do it with Laksh again. Perhaps even someone else.
I couldn’t stop reliving it in my mind, and my hand slid down to my pussy. I’d showered, but I was still a little wet from Laksh’s cum yet it didn’t stop me masturbating while thinking of his hard cock fucking me. I was almost about to cum, when Abhi’s hand suddenly appeared on my breast. I froze, and then yanked my hand out of my pajama bottoms, fearing that he had caught me playing with myself, but if he had any inkling then he didn’t let on. His arm encircled me, drawing me to him and then he kissed me.
He wanted to make love! Why couldn’t he have felt like this last night? Then tonight might never have happened. I wanted to stop him, I was scared the moment his finger sought out my pussy that he would wonder why it was so wet, but I just let him play with me. I was holding my breath, I was that frightened but to stop him would only arouse suspicion. I let him think I was just wet from being horny. I felt so bad as we undressed each other, and nervous again as his cock slipped into my soaking wet hole, but when he didn’t say anything, I wrapped my legs around him and tried to please him the best I could.
It felt so weird. Abhi was fucking my pussy, and had no idea that just a couple of hours before, another man’s cock had been in there, a bigger and harder cock, using his wife’s pussy without his permission, and filling it with cum. Abhi was unwittingly fucking that man’s cum, there would still be traces of it inside me, and now on his own cock. That thought turned me on immensely and the orgasm that suddenly rocked through me took me totally by surprise.
I clung on to him as I came, urging him to fuck me harder, secretly wanting his cock to be bigger and harder inside me as Laksh’s had been, then Abhi came too, filling me with my second lot of sperm in one night. That thought brought a pang of guilt, made worse when he whispered, ‘I love you,’ into my ear before rolling off me and going to sleep.
‘I love you too,’ I whispered back. It was the truth. I did love him. But in that moment, I knew that as much as I had ever loved him, he could never ever keep me completely satisfied ever again.
That began a night of soul searching. I hardly slept all night and when I did, it felt like I’d only been asleep mere moments before the alarm clock made me sit bolt upright in bed. Abhi had already left. I had a brief, hazy recollection of him waking me and kissing me good bye. I could hear the cleaner and the nanny, talking. My daughter was up and about so I had overslept a little, but I needed it. I went downstairs, wrapped up in my dressing gown and had a cup of tea and a bit of breakfast, surprised that I wasn’t too hungover, but I did retire back to bed for another nap near lunch, after having my shower.
I only meant to have a half-hour or so, but when the nanny shook me awake to say she was going to take my daughter out to our local play centre, I was grateful and let myself get under the covers for another little sleep.
Then she shook me awake again. But hold on, that wasn’t the nanny. It was a man’s voice. What was Abhi doing home? The confusion of sleep suddenly left me, and I sat bolt upright in bed. It was Bhaskar.
“I let myself in,” he apologised for startling me. “No one was answering, and when I tried the door it was open, so I got a little worried for a moment.” He was averting his eyes from me as he spoke and I realised that my dressing gown was wide open and the bed covers had fallen back as I had sat up. My breasts were almost totally exposed to him, so I quickly pulled the robe shut as I climbed out of bed.
“I’m sorry,” I yawned, trying to act cool. “I completely forgot you were coming today.” Bhaskar looked very sexy. He was dressed in a shirt and tight jeans rather than his usual gym clothes, and I remembered he had come over to talk rather than a workout session.
“I should leave you to get dressed?” he said, phrasing it as a question and oddly he made no move to leave the bedroom, instead standing there with a half-smile on his face.
What was this? Firstly Abhi resists my advances, then decides to want me a day too late, and now all of a sudden after rejecting me horribly and setting me on this course of events - which had led me to cheat on my husband - Bhaskar decides to be all forward and flirty again?
I was angry, and yet I felt a little flutter in my chest, and a little tightness and wetness in my groin at the realisation that Bhaskar had once seen me totally naked. Any hangover I had been feeling had gone. I felt clear headed and fresh after my sleep, but I also had that slight horniness that I often do when I first wake up from a refreshing sleep.
I smiled, but felt so uncertain. If I flirted, wouldn’t he just reject me again?
“I do need to get dressed,” I said, glancing towards the door after making my mind up to reject him as he had done to me.
“I’ve seen it all before, remember?” he said with a grin as he walked out, then looked over his shoulder as he paused at the doorway.
“Are you teasing me?” I asked, “That’s mean.” Anger got the better of me. “You completely embarrassed me the other day when I came on to you. I felt this big,” I said, holding my finger and thumb an inch apart, “And now you flirt with me and tease me? That’s not nice.”
Bhaskar turned around in the doorway to face me, opening his mouth to speak but before he could get a word out, I screamed at him. All of my guilt and upset came flooding out in a tumultuous tirade towards him, and he took a slight step back. It all came out, how he’d built up all of my confidence and then crushed it by leading me on and complimenting me and then rejecting me like that. How he’d been lying all the time about finding me attractive and sexy, and how stupid I felt that I’d lapped it all up. Had he manipulated me just to motivate me and earn off me?
“You really think that of me?” Bhaskar said when I finally ran out of words to throw at him.
“You don’t know what you’ve done,” I whimpered. I was blaming him for everything, which wasn’t really fair, but my mind was a mess. I didn’t tell him about Laksh - how could I?
Bhaskar didn’t ask what that meant, so I didn’t have to explain. “Preeti, you have no idea...” The man seemed to be struggling for words, but he stepped back in to the room and closed the door behind him. I was sitting on the bed, my head in my hands but I was aware of him as he approached me and squatted down to talk.
His finger lifted my chin, so my face was looking in to his. He did have the most gorgeous green eyes - they stood out against his dark skin - and there was nothing in them but sincerity as he spoke.
“Listen,” he said softly, “I’ve found you attractive since I first met you. Who wouldn’t? You’re beautiful.”
“Shut up,” I mumbled, even though the words were lovely, I didn’t need to hear any more of his bullshit. He’d caused enough damage already.
“No, I won’t shut up,” he said firmly, but I cut him off before he could carry on with his flattery.
“You will shut up, Bhaskar,” I declared defiantly, “You might think I’m beautiful or whatever, but I don’t want to be beautiful. I want to be sexy. I want to be wanted. Desired. I wanted you not to be able to resist me.” Something changed in Bhaskar’s face, I don’t know what but he was looking at me different, but I didn’t slow down.
“I didn’t want a relationship or anything. I just wanted you to want me, but I was stupid,” I laughed at what a fool I was, and how ironically I was making an even bigger fool of myself by confessing all of this to my personal trainer, “I don’t know what I was thinking. As though a man like you - someone who could have any woman they want - as though you would want someone like me...”
My self-pitying rant ran out of steam then, and I looked into Bhaskar’s eyes after a moment, when he didn’t reply. “So what do you want?” he said, in a voice so quiet I could hardly hear him.
I shrugged, then started to cry. Bhaskar leaned forward, took me in his arms and hugged me, but then something happened. I don’t know why, but our faces turned towards each other and our lips were suddenly pressed together.
We were kissing. Not just kissing, but practically eating each other. It all happened so fast.
Bhaskar broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity, and completely took charge. He pushed me backwards on to the bed, and opened my robe. I lay there, completely submissive as he took his shirt off, gazing at my exposed pussy and breasts while he did so. Then as he unzipped his trousers, he dipped down and kissed the inside of my thighs.
I stared up at the ceiling as his wet kisses trailed upwards to my pussy. How the hell was this happening? Just two days ago I had been just a married wife and mother of two, faithful if just slightly naughty for having some forbidden fantasies, and now I’d fucked a complete stranger and was being licked by another man.
As Bhaskar’s tongue found my clitoris, any such thoughts were driven out of my mind by what he was doing. It was utterly exquisite, and I orgasmed within minutes of going down on me. As soon as I did, Bhaskar stood up and I saw him naked for the first time.
I was blown away. His body was as a man’s should be. His arms were thick and muscled, his torso ridged and hard, and his penis was much bigger than Abhi’s (probably roughly the same size as Laksh’s) but he had trimmed his black pubic hair to just a fuzz above his cock which made it look larger. He was already very hard, and curved upwards slightly. Perhaps because it was also the first black cock I’d ever seen, it just looked the more impressive. I remember feeling slightly apprehensive as he pulled my bottom to the edge of the bed, then put his cock against my pussy but I didn’t get a chance to voice my reservations. With one movement, he was inside me, and it felt good.
Bhaskar had my legs held upwards, a strong hand around either ankle, and he pulled my legs wide apart as he fucked me, seeming to pull me on to him with every forward stroke. I had never been fucked like this before, and my mind and body were totally as one in wanting him. I became completely compliant to him as he rolled me on to my front, spreading my legs and fucking me from behind, even more aggressively than Laksh had, then when he urged me to get on top of him on the bed, I completely forgot about my wobbly bits and insecurities. I was lost in the moment, and just wanted to make his big cock cum inside me.
I very rarely ever made love to Abhi on top. I hated how it made my body look. My large breasts bounced everywhere, and I hated it when he put his hands on my hips and felt my fat. My belly would wobble and I just couldn’t relax enough to overcome my self-consciousness and enjoy the sex, but with Bhaskar it was different. His hands and mouth were on my tits, sucking and biting my nipples as I rocked on top of him, feeling his cock push deep inside me.
Bhaskar was talking dirty, I know that, but I couldn’t tell you what he was saying, I was lost so far in the sex. Afterwards, when he finally exploded inside me, and I rolled off onto the bed at the side of him, panting to get my breath back, he was tender and loving. Kissing me and holding me, and tracing the edge of my face with his finger. It was perfect. He wrapped a strong black arm around me and I fell asleep for a little while, before suddenly jumping up when we heard the nanny calling my name.
“I’m just in the bedroom,” I called, dashing about to find my dressing gown, “I’ll be down shortly.”
“Shit,” said Bhaskar, but he was grinning as he calmly got dressed.
“Shit indeed!” I said, slightly panicky, but after a few moments, we managed to find a way for Bhaskar to escape the house without the nanny seeing him.
“See you on Wednesday?” Bhaskar whispered to me as he slipped out of the back door.
“For training or...?” I giggled, kissing him on the cheek.
“Both, if you’d like?” he chuckled, and I felt myself going bright red for some reason. I was still blushing furiously long after he’d gone. I couldn’t believe what had happened, and how submissive I had been. It took me the rest of the day to get over the sex. By tea time that night, I’d been thinking of it so much that I was horny again and by the time I got in bed, I had to orgasm, so I got out my dildo and used it wantonly on myself, fucking myself with it and imagining it was Bhaskar, then holding it on my clit while remembering how his tongue had felt, and how he’d made me cum so hard.
As I finally dropped off to sleep that night, after another strong orgasm, I knew that everything was different. I had no idea of the wholesale changes those two days would bring into my life, and how my future was about to change, but I knew that I had to do this again.
Sex with Abhi was nice, but I didn’t want nice anymore. I wanted to be wanted and used like both Laksh and Bhaskar had done to me. I knew I would fuck Bhaskar again on Wednesday and I did. And I called Laksh a week later and met up with him for more fast and frantic sex in his car on some country lane.
I had awakened sexually. I felt happier and more content than I ever had in my life. The only thing that I felt uncomfortable about was lying to Abhi when he came home, but I didn’t see it as lying. I was simply omitting the truth. Keeping the truth from him, but it was for his own good. I could have left him - I could have moved on and looked for a partner who could fulfil me in bed, but what was the point? I had everything I needed, to change it would just affect the kids, and Abhi’s happiness.
And so, inexorably, I began on the route that would lead me to being Curvy Preeti.