Loving husband
Group Sex
Submit Report Vimal and Vandana had been married for over a decade – a bond built on deep friendship, unwavering loyalty, and the kind of quiet understanding that comes from growing together. Both in their early thirties with two children, they still carried the spark of early love, always willing to compromise, laugh, and rediscover each other. Vimal was a grounded man – an introvert with a gentle, happy-go-lucky demeanor. Though not tall at 5’5” and stocky in build, he carried himself with a grace and confidence that made him quietly magnetic. He had a successful business, co-owned with a trusted friend, and though he often yielded to others’ needs – both at home and at work – his contentment came from seeing those around him smile. Vandana, by contrast, turned heads wherever she went. At 5’1”, she had a curvaceous, striking figure of 34C, 26, 34, that seemed sculpted for attention, full, alluring, and impossible to ignore. Her pear-shaped, round buttocks flowed into round thighs in a perfect curve, with well-maintained, milky, spotless skin and a face openly reeking of sexual desires. Her presence was confident, and there was a subtle playfulness in the way she moved and acted, aware of the looks she attracted yet never overindulgent. Vimal often teased her, saying, “When I’m with you, I don’t know whether to feel proud… or just protective.” She was used to the attention, the glances that lingered too long, the flirtations in passing, and the lustful glee in the eyes of men. Though her heart belonged to Vimal, a part of her – a mischievous, hidden part – found thrill in those silent exchanges and lustful ways. She enjoyed and even encouraged them at times when she felt secure. But even in love, not everything is perfect. Vimal, despite his devotion and generosity, struggled with intimacy. Their moments together were tender but fleeting. Vimal had low stamina and appetite, and never lasted a minute. Vandana, though vocal about her needs early on, eventually found contentment in simpler pleasures – gentle touches, lingering kisses, and the comfort of closeness, settling for his and her fingers to satisfy her thick sexual needs, even if passion sometimes remained just out of reach. Vimal’s old friend and business partner, Amit, had become a familiar figure in their lives. He visited often – sometimes with excuses, sometimes just to bask in Vandana’s presence. His flirtations were thinly veiled, but Vandana, ever playful, didn’t shy away. She welcomed the attention, even when Vimal wasn’t home. Their interaction was playful, patting thighs, buttocks, sliding an arm around her/his waist, a hand gently passing over sensitive private areas, calling each other darling and sweetheart with or without Vimal’s presence, but not in front of the kids. Between Vimal and Vandana, there were no secrets – just a silent dance of unspoken desires, some acknowledged, quietly understood, discussed, and agreed upon. Amit was taller and a handsome man and a school-time buddy of Vimal. He regularly joked that one day he would like to sleep with his exceptionally sexy wife, initially casually and jokingly, which Vimal laughed off, saying, “Chal, exchange kar lete hain.” But Amit lately had started getting infatuated with Vandana so much that he was losing interest in business. Vandana had become his obsession. One day, both friends were having drinks when Vimal confronted Amit, “Abe, tujhe ajkal kya horaha hai, tu dhang se kam kyon nahi karta?” Amit replied, “Man nahi lagta yaar, mera man kahin aur hai abhi, problem chal rahi hai.” Vimal, laughing, said, “Abe sale, shadi shuda hai, is se badi aur kya problem hai?” Laughing as usual, “Koi londiya ka mamla hai kya?” Amit nodded. Vimal: “Tera dimag kharab hogaya hai kya? Kaun hai? Priti?” He thought of his young secretary. Amit replied, “Nahi yaar.” Vimal laughed, “Fir?” Both had taken quite a few drinks, and as it is, they were open enough to talk about anything. Vimal said, “Kaun hai bata to.” Amit became sad, “Nahi bata sakta yaar.” Vimal said, “Bhosadi ke… mujhe nahi bata sakta to Anita ko bata de.” (Anita was Amit’s wife) “Phone lagaoon kya?” Laughingly! Amit became even sadder. Vimal, realizing that his friend was getting sad, became serious and asked with genuineness, “Ab dekh… bina bataye to main kuchch nahi kar sakta.” Amit, looking straight into the eyes of Vimal, said, “Yaar bhai… mujhe ek bar Vandana ki le lene de yaar, just ek bar… fir tu chahe meri gand mar lena… nahi to main mar jaunga… mujhse kam wam nahi ho rha ab… bas ek bar le lenede.” Vimal, expecting it for a long time and having heard from Vandana how Amit was getting lustful and bold, laughed in suppressed loudness, “To le le, mein kab mana kiya hai? Sale, jab tab to uske boobs dabata rahta hai tu, mujhe sab pata hai… ab pussy bhi lele.” Amit was surprised and relieved at the same time, “Yaar, wo cheeze hi aisi pakdi hai tune, kya karoon tu hi bata?” Vimal nodded, his cock getting hard from just imagining it. Bending forward, Amit happily hissed, “Tu bat karna yaar pl,” knowing that he had won half the battle. Vimal said, “Yaar, wo to tujhe hi poonchna parega, tu bat karle kisi din.” Amit said, “Yaar, par jab tak tu nahi bolta wo nahi manegi?” Vimal said, “Pehle tu baat shuru to kar, thorde boobs der tak daba, jab garam hone lage to fir bat kar lena… main try karoonga, promise nahi karta,” knowing too well that if he told her, she wouldn’t say no. Amit pleaded, “Please yaar.” Vimal said, “Bol to diya yaar, ab tu meri gand marega kya?” “Saturday, the kids are going to brother’s house in the morning. I will go to the office; tu 2 baje tak pahunch jana, try karna. Main 6:30 pahunchhonga. Fir rat wahin ruk jana. Drinks ke bad baat karoonga, tere sath time laga ke waise bhi bahut hot ho jati hai.
Wo hi sahi samay rahega.” Amit nodded happily, this was it! “Ok.” Amit arrived with a bag full of drinks and wearing expensive perfume. Vandana was alone at home. Knowing he was coming, she wore a sexy low-cut red frock with big front buttons and contrasting black bra and panties. As usual, she greeted him with excitement: “Hello sweetheart.” Amit greeted her gleefully, “Hi baby.” Vandana acted naughtily, squeezed his love handle as usual, and asked him to sit down. Amit, having got Vimal’s permission, had become bolder and more confident. So, he pulled her onto the sofa, settling down, “Where are the kids?” Vandana replied, “Tumhe bataya nahi Vimal ne? They have gone to bhaiya’s place,” and got up to get snacks and tea, etc. Amit followed her into the kitchen, “Bahut sexy lag rahi ho yaar,” placed an arm around her waist, and snuggled closely behind. He already had a hard-on but avoided letting it touch her. Ignoring his advances, she asked, “Tea or coffee?” “Tea.” Moving away, she put the pot on the gas, “Naughty, wahan ja ker baitho, mein tea le ke ati hoon.” Amit came back, sat, and contemplated how to act without making it too obvious. She came back after some time and settled across, “Kya chal raha hai? Suna hai ajkal tumahara kam mein man nahi lag raha?” Amit replied, “Umm, aisa nahi hai… bas thorda man nahi lag raha… thik ho jayega.” She picked up the mobile and called her husband, “Kahan ho? Abhi tak aye kyon nahi? Amit to aaya kabhi ka?” Vimal replied, “Socha tum dono ko thorda time mil jayega.” Vandana said, “Shut up… jaldi aao, abhi ka abhi, samjhe?” Vimal, playfully, “Yes boss.” Vandana asked, “Aj to yahin ruk rahe ho na?” Amit replied, “Tum bolo to?” “Achcha, mere bolne se rukoge?” “Han?” “Na boloon to??” She laughed. Amit replied, “To nahi.” Vandana said, “Nahi, aisa kuchh nahi… bas aise hi baith ke gappei marenge aur kya.” Vimal arrived soon, and the talks became casual. After some small talk, drinks started. While Amit started on scotch, Vimal and Vandana chose gin with tonic. After the last meeting with Amit, Vimal had been fantasizing about them having sex. Every time he had this thought, his breaths quickened, and his cock started to harden, which otherwise was very infrequent given his low drive and appetite. But these thoughts had aroused something in him too, and he was enjoying his newfound fantasies. Now, seeing Vandana teasing Amit and making his friend hot was making Vimal horny too. He found his own renewed horniness very pleasurable and exciting. After a while, Vimal asked them to get to the bedroom, asking Amit to change into the nightdress and move to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, he ensured that Vandana was sitting in the center, while he and Amit were on each side of the bed. The TV was put on, but no one was watching. Vandana’s dress was such that it opened till her knees, and when she shifted her legs, her creamy, smooth thighs were visible. Vandana was teasing both men by flashing her thighs. Drinks were having their effects too. Vandana, shifting towards Vimal and flashing her thigh, commented, “Mujhe beech mein kyon baithaya hai? Aj kya mera sandwich banaoge?” Vimal laughed back, “Tumhe banana hai sandwich to batao?” placing his paw on her thigh and sliding it up almost halfway. Her frock opened a bit more and made her entire leg visible up to half of her thigh. Amit’s eyes widened, ogling at her thigh, his cock hardening. Laughing back, Vandana said, “Ji nahi, shuutttt uuppp!!” And pushed Vimal’s hand away, and she poked both men in the sides, feigning fake anger. Sexual tension between the three had become palpable. Vimal had started getting hornier. He threw his paw on her breast and mouth on hers, kissing her hard. Vandana acted to struggle to free herself but took her own time. “Umm kya hai, door hato…” Amit was watching with awe and a rock hard cock. Vandana, panting, warned Vimal, “Bas ab nahi chhoona mujhe.” Vimal raised his hand, “Okay okay!!” Amit, on the other hand, was getting more and more horny and frustrated. He signaled Vimal to talk to Vandana. Vimal signaled back, gesturing that he himself should open the topic. Then he got up from the bed and went out, saying that he was going to fetch the cigarettes. Finding Vandana alone on the bed and emboldened by Vimal’s reaction to his request and his past experience of having touched her multiple times, Amit grabbed her, embraced her gently, sliding a hand over her breast as she tried to move away. Holding her, he nestled his face into the side of her neck and whispered softly in her ears, “Baby, ek bar de do, please.” She replied quickly, getting away, “Kya hai? Chhodo mujhhe, pagal ho rahe ho tum.” Amit said, “Nahi, pehle han karo.” She struggled away, “Vimal ki cheez hai, usse bat karo,” then ran to the other room. Amit’s eyes followed her lustfully. At the door, she stopped, looked back, and showed her tongue to him, smiling. Amit sat there, extremely horny but hopeful, still looking at the door. Vimal called out from the outside, “Aja bahar, cigarette peeni hai to.” Amit went out. Vimal was standing there, smiling, “Ho gayi setting?” “Nahi yaar… tu karta hai, usse bat karo, wo kehti hai, tujh se bat karo.” Vimal said, “Aisa bola? To ho gayi set.” “Thorda time de… apne ap mujhse bat karegi, tab kar doonga tera kam.” Amit was not able to control himself and was getting impatient. Vimal said, “Ab tune thought dal diya hai dimag mein, apne ap bat karegi.” In the meantime, Vandana came out, calling them for dinner, “Kya batein ho rahi hain dono main?” None of them replied. Vimal just laughed casually, saying, “Kuchch nahi, yeh keh raha hai ki ajkal tum kuchch jyada hi sexy ho gayi ho.” Vandana replied, “Dono pagal ho.” They went inside.
Vimal insisted on one more drink and made one for all three and started dinner. Amit was ogling at her face and cleavage all the time. So was Vimal, trying to gauge the feeling and emotion of his life partner, looking for possible negative outcomes. Vandana asked, “Why are you two looking at me like this?” Vimal replied, “Ye sahi kah raha tha… aj kuchch jyada hi sexy lag rahi ho.” She became red on the face, smiled naughtily, “Bhai, jab double attention mil rahi ho to kyon nahi lagoon sexy?” All three laughed together. Amit said, “Jawab foren and sahi deti hai Vandana.” Both men got the assurance that things were on the right track. After finishing dinner, they retired to their room, while Amit got the regular guest room. Vandana changed into her nighty and jumped on the bed, getting on top of Vimal. He immediately realized that she was horny as he pressed her boobs. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She let out an “Aaa” as usual. She was always very noisy during sex. She quickly locked her lips on his, giving him a hot and wet kiss. After a while, Vimal took charge, rolling her on her back and getting on top of her, squeezing her full boobs. She cooed delightfully, loudly enough to make Amit hear the noise. Then she hissed in his ear, “Pata hai, aj Amit keh raha tha ki mujhe teri leni hai.” Vimal, popping himself on his elbow, looked straight into her eyes, a big smile on his face, and said, “Fir tumne kya kaha?” “Main kya kehti? Meine ka..ha… (speaking slowly, observing hubby’s reaction) ki Vimal ki cheez hai, usse pooncho.” Vimal said, “Matlab topi mere sar per dal di, tumhe deni hai to de do.” Vandana replied, “To aur kya kehti?” Vimal laughed, “Kehti le lo, ya kehti nahi.” Vimal realized he was having a raging hard-on after a very long time. He pressed it against her thighs. Vandana said, “Kis liye? Mere pas to yeh hai,” reaching down and holding Vimal’s cock in her hand and squeezing it hard, “Ye to bahut hard ho raha hai aj,” sensing her husband’s excitement at just talking about her being taken by Amit. Alcohol was doing its job perfectly well. There was no inhibition left in either of them. Both were having their own games playing out. Vimal said, “Mujhe koi problem nahi hai… dena hai to de do,” and kissed her. Vandana said, “Deni hogi to apne friend ko doongi, tumhare ko kyon?” He laughed, “Wo kaun hai?” “Hai koi… tumhe kyon batana?” He did not reply; instead started kissing and fondling her with even more intensity, and she started sighing with delight. She was getting hornier and hornier, rapidly moving her hand on his cock. Vimal contemplated, “Tomorrow evening, the kids will come back home and won’t be going anywhere for a few months. This opportunity won’t come for a long time. Although he feared she might reject it if pushed for immediate acceptance, this was the right place and time. She won’t be comfortable anywhere else, and the whole idea will get delayed indefinitely.” He pulled her nighty away and slid his hand into her panties. He had not found her so wet for a long time. Her whole pussy was leaking like a faucet. He sensed her willingness in her wetness. He considered this the right time! Now or never. Both were writhing in heat, but Vimal was contemplating the right words. Panting from heavy kissing, he said, “Aj to tum heat per ho… man to tumahara bhi hai… de do use… kar lo maje yaar… kuchch nahi hota… I have absolutely no problem.” She nestled her face in his neck, “Hamare relations to nahi badal jayenge na?” “Kya tumhe lagta hai jab mein khud kah raha hoon to?” “Are u sure?” “Kya yaar… just go ahead… aise dena ki sala yaad kare ki kisi ne di thi.” “Per jo bhi hoga, hoga tumahre samne hi… usko bol dena… akele mein tang nahi kara karega bilkul… mein akele mein nahi karoongi us se, okay?” “Okay… that’s like a good girl… abhi bol donga tumahre samne.” “Abhi bulaouge use?” “Han, garam to abhi ho rahi ho.” Vandana embraced him again, “Yaar, ek bar fir soch lo, there will be no turning back.” Instead of replying, he just rolled over her and started kissing her deeply and passionately as never before. She gasped, “Tumhe achcha lagega mujhe doosre ke sath dekh kar?” “Yes, tumhe climax karte dekh ke bada achcha lagta hai, mujhe koi problem nahi hai,” Vimal said. “Agar ham dono ne enjoy kiya to fir ham tumahre friends ko bhi try kar sakte hai? Let’s try, Amit is safest to start this new thing,” and he inserted a finger in her. She responded by pulling his dick out and started sucking him. As usual, he was quick to reach the point of ejaculation. She sensed it and withdrew her mouth. Vimal could withhold with a lot of difficulty but managed this time, bursting from pressure and excitement. “Yahin bula loon, ya uske pas chalen?” “Hmm, yahi bula lo.” “Tum ja ke bula lo.” “Nahi, tum bulao.” Vimal called out, “Amittt!! Idher hi aja thordi der.” Amit was not able to sleep at all in frustration. Amit replied, “Aya…” He reached their bedroom and said, “Bol.” Vimal said, “Yahin soja tu bhi.” “Okay,” Amit quickly got into the bed. His hand touched Vandana’s, who was in the center. She slipped her fingers in his fingers and squeezed. She was on such heat that Amit could smell it. Vimal turned to the side, facing Vandana, then he reached to her breast and squeezed it firmly. She shied, “Ahhh!!.” Amit looked at Vimal, who signaled a go-ahead by nodding slightly. Amit quickly reached and squeezed Vandana’s other breast. This time she groaned even louder, “Aaahhh,” her legs trembled, she pushed her leg between Amit’s, who at once pressed his hard cock on her thigh. She groaned again. Two hands belonging to two different men squeezing her boobs was too much to wake up Vandana’s hidden dark fantasies.
Vandana suppressed desires and unsatisfied needs had made her believe that to be completely satisfied, she would need two or more men to take her together. Now that fantasy of hers was playing out here and now. She had been fantasizing about being taken by two or more men for a very long time, and fantasies are known to stir up animalistic behavior in humans. She was going through similar wild behavior. Her head moved side to side, kissing both men, moaning loudly. Her suppressed sexual needs were welling up like a sleeping volcano. Vimal pulled her nighty over her head and threw it aside. Dim blue light accentuated her skin tone. Breathing hard, both men braced themselves on their elbows to watch those beautiful love melons, her shapely thighs, and black panty-covered mid-section. Her beautiful face was red with sexual excitement. Her perfect round boobs moved up and down with her heavy breathing. Both men seemed lost, ogling lustfully at the pristine beauty. Vimal excitedly moved his mouth to her breast on his side and started sucking it while roughly squeezing it. The other hand slid down, caressing her belly, thigh, and pussy. Amit copied it. Vandana was on fire. She put her arm around Amit’s neck and moaned loudly, “De do ab, de do mujhe pleeeaase.” Not getting what she wanted, she pulled her arm from under Amit’s neck and slid it into his pajama, pulling at his cock. She moaned, “De de abbbb.” Amit quickly took off his clothes. Seeing this, Vimal got up too and took out a packet of condoms from his wardrobe and threw it at them. Amit was standing on his knees, completely naked, his cock fully erect. Vandana looked at his cock, then sat up and opened the packet, took out one condom, and rolled it on Amit’s cock gently, holding it at the base with one hand and rolling the condom by the other. Then, she took a good look at it, sliding her hand up and down and sighing. Amit laid her on the bed, then hooked his fingers on the sides of her panty and pulled it off hurriedly. She lifted her hips to assist. Vimal was naked and shivering with excitement, watching closely, just holding his cock, enjoying his own fantasy materializing. He was trying hard not to cum, watching his wife being fucked by another man was just too much for him. Amit settled down between her legs, placed his hands on her inner thighs, moved them up and down on silky smooth, soft skin, slowly pushing them apart. His eyes were transfixed on Vandana’s clean-shaven pussy, glistening from her wetness. He spread them wide as much as he could, ready to penetrate her, and that action set her vagina on fire. Vimal adjusted his position to clearly watch the penetration. But Amit had other ideas. He just dived between her open legs and ran his tongue between her open pussy lips. She screamed like an electric shock was administered to her. Her head rolled to the side, eyes and mouth wide open, breathing fast. She wrapped her legs around Amit’s head, both hands pulling his hair, “Aaannaaaaaaaaa,” twisting, turning, lifting her hips to get as much pleasure as possible. Amit was licking Vandana’s cunt ferociously, like an animal devouring fresh meat. Vimal nearly came seeing her in a state of rapture. He grabbed her head roughly towards him and started kissing her so hard that Vandana yelled in pain. He almost bit her lips off, his other hand twisting her full boob roughly. He knew that she liked to be roughed up when on heat. Today was something different. Vandana was almost sobbing now, “Pleeeease, fuckkkk meee.” No inhibition was left in her. She was taken over by pure lust and years of suppressed sexual needs. Amit had to struggle to get her thighs off his head. He exerted and forced himself on top of her. She quickly reached down and guided him, sighing. Amit, bursting from excitement, rammed his cock in her with full force. It went straight in up to the base, making a noise of their bellies hitting each other, “Phhhat.” For a fraction of a second, there was shocked silence, then Vandana’s high-pitched scream of delight echoed in the room, “OOOOOOOHHHHH,” “OHHHH, OOH.” Her entire body spasmed with delight. Her arms and legs automatically clamped around Amit like a drowning person, eyes wide, saliva trickling down her gasping, moaning, while Vimal was having difficulty stopping himself from cumming. After the initial shock had passed, Vandana begged, “YEESsss, deeper, deeper, de de de de mujhe,” lifting her ass up to meet Amit’s thrust. Amit started fucking her, hard and fast. Within seconds, she had become so wet that with every thrust, there were noises erupting simultaneously, “Aaanaa, aaanaaa” from her mouth and “Fattchch fattchch” from her cunt and “Phat phat” from balls slamming against her ass. Vimal sat back and watched his wife begging Amit to go deeper. This was really too much. He could not handle it. He got up from the bed and made himself a large drink and gulped it. Then he went down towards their feet, excitedly watching Amit’s cock appearing and disappearing in Vandana’s sloppy, wet cunt. Amit started to cum. Sensing it, Vandana shouted, “NoooOo, don’t cum yet, hold on, oh nooo!!” But Amit’s ass contracted. He pushed his cock with his ultimate strength, let out a long heavy groan, and started erupting deep inside her. Vandana, disappointed, resigned, and let her arms and legs fall away from Amit’s body. The last heavy dose of alcohol coupled with extreme intense excitement had made Vimal lose most of his inhibitions, and it had also soothed his overactive nerves responsible for his low retention time. Vimal quickly got on top of Vandana, remembering her often expressed and demonstrated want, “Hornier I am, rougher I need it to be,” and pushed his cock in her pussy as forcefully as he could. Amit did not have the luxury of that information and hence was limited to his needs only.
As Vimal entered her pussy, he found it to be hotter, looser, and wetter than ever. Vandana, on the other hand, found his cock thicker and harder, but she did not respond much, expecting him to cum in a few strokes. She remained motionless and emotionless, lost in her disappointment. Vimal too was expecting to cum quickly, but to his surprise, he carried on fucking her for more than a minute, probably the first time in his life – then 2 minutes. Vandana moaned and started responding, realizing that her hubby was still going on 3 minutes. Surprised, she moaned, “Aj kyyya baaatt hai babee? Yeesss… like that… yeses yeses…” panting and gasping. She started to get closer to her orgasm. Vimal sensed it and, with his newfound stamina and confidence, pulled out, pinned her sideways. Facing Amit, he lifted one of her legs straight up, stranding her other leg. He placed one knee on each side in a cross position, then placed his arm around the upward-stretched leg. He was pulling it closer to his shoulder, and entered her forcefully, and started roughly slamming his cock in and out. Vandana’s boobs swung up and down with each thrust. Amit quickly moved in and started sucking and fondling them. Vimal reached her buttocks with his right hand, squeezed it hard, then slapped it hard. She squeezed in delight, “Aaann, Oh.” He started timing it with his thrust, his balls hitting her thigh, and his hand her buttocks, making a common noise, “Fatchchh, fatchhch.” She started cumming, her entire body shaking and vibrating, moaning loudly, “Fuckkkkk meeee… Yea… yes… aaaaa!!!!!” A long scream, then she started spasming violently. She had never come like that before. At last, her moans started to fade, her eyes closed, her limbs became motionless, and she blacked out. Vimal kept fucking her. Amit noticed that she was not reacting. Concerned, he stopped Vimal, “Stop it, she is unconscious.” Vimal pulled out and rolled her on her back, then patted her softly, “Vandy, Vandy, you OK?” In the meantime, Amit had fetched water. He splashed some on her face and poured some in her mouth. She opened her eyes, and her body spasmed a few times. After a few seconds, she regained full consciousness. Her hand involuntarily went to her vagina. She gave a faint smile and pulled Vimal on top of her. He started to penetrate her again. She gasped, “No, wait for some time.” However, they kissed gently, then she turned and kissed Amit. Vimal started licking her ear area gently, while Amit and Vandana shared an enthusiastic kiss. Amit broke the kiss and hissed, “ONCE MORE?” “Yes, why not,” she responded, “You tired?” Both men laughed. “Make me a drink.” Vimal said, “You are such a horny bitch, Vandana,” and squeezed her nipple hard, causing pain. She slapped his hand away. Both men started gently caressing her beautiful body, smooth round thighs, velvety belly, round, firm, silky boobs, and fantastic face. There were dark circles now, after 2 hours of intense activities. Vimal asked gently, “Kaisa laga?” Vandana said, “Maja a gya aj to yaar,” her arms around both men, she pulled them together, “I need it 2 days in a week.” Amit said, “Why not every day?” “Because I need to sleep also.” Within minutes, she had started sighing, moaning, and twisting again. Amit to Vimal, “Where did u learn that pose?” Vandana said, “He keeps watching lots of porn.” Amit said, “And you?” Vandana said, “I believe in practice… doosron ko kyon dekhna bhai? Himmat hai to khud kar lo jo karna hai.” Vimal grinning, “She watches interracial only… those black guys with their big black cocks.” “Shut up, I saw only a few that you brought for yourself.” The environment had heated up again. Vandana got hold of her prized possessions and said, “If you guys come before I do, you are going to have serious problems.” “Ji Mam,” Vimal nodded. Vandana: Now, you both will get 2 minutes each. Who is coming first? Vimal offered, “Amit, your turn.” Amit got on top of her, slid into her sloppy wet pussy. She groaned, closing her eyes. Vimal was watching the time. His unexpected strength made him very happy. He tapped at Amit’s shoulder, who had been fucking away like mad, panting and gasping. Vandana was ecstatic. Vimal again pulled her one leg up in the air, spreading her. Then in the cross, he entered her. She moaned. He started slamming his cock in her again, slapping her buttocks in unison. He knew she had enjoyed it more last time. Amit said, “2 min up.” Vandana wanted to keep it going, but Vimal stopped and pulled out. Amit began to take her in the same pose. Vimal said, “Abe, koi aur pose try kar le.” Nodding, he pushed Vandana onto her stomach, then he put both his hands on her marvelous buttocks, squeezing and roughly parting them. Then, he slid forward and placed his hard-on between her buttocks and pushed hard. She flinched and moved, screaming, “NOoooo!! Not there, you son of a bitch.” Vimal laughed. Amit adjusted his cock and went in, parting her legs with his knees. Both men took her repeatedly in their favorite positions. In Amit’s turn, she started cumming, sighing wildly, and spasming again and again. Seeing her cumming, Amit could not hold it anymore and started ejaculating, then rolled off her. Vimal quickly took his position, fucking her hard with no restriction of time, coupled with his own intense need for release. After a while, she let out a loud moan, and her legs started vibrating uncontrollably. A few seconds later, she became silent again, spasming once in a while, but no movements. Vimal was focused on his own need, kept fucking her without mercy, till he unloaded his semen in her wet and dilated pussy. Vimal started to fall asleep, already having decided to organize it again soon. If you enjoyed reading the story and would like to see more stories, please post your comments and feedback below.