Spent a long evening over at K’s. She’s one of the ladies I’ve asked to write for WSR. In fact she’s the first I asked, primarily because I think she writes exceedingly well. Also, I’m genuinely fond of her. I’ve known her for, what, 12 years now? Since she was in her mid-teens, and I’ve seen her come of age and grow into gorgeous womanhood. She’s still as dazzling as ever, and marriage has done nothing to diminish her loveliness. Or randiness, for that matter. She’s still my ‘angelface, harlotheart’. She and Sonu, my beloved sister-in-law. Both share this incredible quality of a soft, gentle beauty over a truly steamy sexuality.
She squealed in delight when she saw me at the door, and I swept her up in my arms, laughing, and we stumbled into her house. It’s a lovely terrace apartment in a brand new high-rise, fitted with every conceivable gadget and gizmo. Being what she is, she’s put in a stunning rooftop garden, too, complete with a jacuzzi.
She’s not overtly randy; in fact, like Sonu, she gives the appearance of being just a really pretty young lady, conservative and conventional. The reality is, thankfully, very different. We caught up — it had been some months since we met — and pretty soon were necking hungrily in a deep armchair, with her straddling my lap. She and her husband, Vijay, are relatively new to our group of 20 or so cuckolding couples (fondly known as the Cuckoos) and I think Vijay isn’t fully adjusted to the lifestyle yet. There’s still a lot of envy and resentment but it’s overshadowed by his evident arousal. It reaches it’s peak, she told me, when he sees her with a naukar, and she makes it a point to do it as often as she can with one of them in Vijay’s presence. Like almost every evening, about the time he gets home, she said, which is about 20 minutes from now. What luck!
Of course, I promptly shoved her off my lap and asked her to go to it with the servant while I waited. I wanted to see this. She was thrilled of course and summoned her Man Friday, a handsome strapping lad of 22 or so, good looking in a rough-hewn sort of way. They got down to it pretty quickly, in the hall itself and I settled down with a drink, enjoying the show. She’s really amazing and with all her cries and that lovely face screwing up with lust as the naukar began fucking her heavily, I decided I might as well join in. She was ecstatic of course and loved it.
So there we were, the three of us, the naukar and I steadily fucking the memsahib of the house in her cunt and mouth when there’s a key in the door and her husband walks in. He comes to a dead halt, jaw dropping and I grin at him and none of us make the slightest effort to stop. I tell him she’s still and incredible fuck and ask how he is. He doesn’t respond. The naukar guffaws and taunts him, says he’s a wimp who can’t get it up for his whore wife. Right on cue, she moans to him to fuck her harder. I step back — I’ll do my thing again later — and let them get on with it. For now, I’m happy watching the cuck hubby’s torment. The servant continues, fucking her heavily from behind now and she rocks back and forth on her hands and knees, her swollen breasts bouncing, till she comes. He keeps at it for a bit and then lurches to her feet so she can suck his cock and take his cum in her mouth. It’s great to watch.
She asks me to stay to dinner. I accept. Vijay doesn’t say much. After dinner, we go out to the terrace, naked and slip into the jacuzzi. She and I start off all over again. Vijay excuses himself and goes into the bedroom. I call Mala on the cell phone and tell her to send Leela over double quick, send her in the car. She’s there in fifteen minutes and the servant brings her out to the terrace where K and I are still in gridlock. I tell Leela what to do. K and I slow down. Soon enough I hear their sounds, his grunts, groans, her moans, then her soft shrieks and the creaking of furniture. All is well.
I tell K what I want her do. She’s very excited and promises to get to work right away. Let’s see what that fuckfest begets.