Three's Company
I had been pestering my wife forever for a threesome. I have always wanted to do one.....I guess which guy does not. My wife is Indian just like me. So yes she did not take too kindly to the idea. To her it smacked of dissatisfaction with married life, a betrayal to have another woman during our love making. But gradually I wore her down-----arguing that a threesome was a shared forbidden experience which would be an adventure for both of us and embarking on such a path would strengthen our bonds and bring some spice into our married life. She kind of saw my point but was still not totally into it.
A few words about us. I am 28, not in the best of shape myself---a bit overweight. But I have an insatiable sexual appetite and can go on like the proverbial Everready Bunny. My wife is 25, let's call her Tanya for the duration of the story. She is curvaceous with succulent breasts that are on the larger size (36c)----ever since she came to US she has put on a little. That had made her even more delectable cause she had a nice ass which shakes slightly when you slap it, tapering down to legs a design artist would be proud to have in his portfolio. In all, my wife is a "piece of work."
So where were we? Aah the threesome. The problem was getting the third person. First of all, no hookers. Firstly, there is always the risk of disease of some sort. And secondly, a hooker is a "sure thing "( in the words of Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman")-----the real fun however is in seducing someone who is not.....after all half the fun in sex is in the chase. Right people?
Ok so now that we don't have hookers, who do we have? People we know. Tanya had maintained she did not want it to be any of her friends.....I insisted it should be one of hers. Because one of the things that is essential to a good threesome experience is the chemistry between the two girls. Did I say "one of the things"? Make that "the only thing".
It was now a kind of a stalemate----my wife was game for the experience but it never happened because there was never any resource. It was kind of like what politicians tell you during election time---we agree in principle that there should be a hospital in the community but we just don't have the money.
Now in an ideal world where all women were available, who would the ideal third wheel be? My wife's bestest friend from India---Nandita. A word about Nandita. Well more than one word really. Nandita was a very nice girl---a real gem of a person. She was single. And yes did I forget something ? Yes I did. She was one of the most generously endowed girls I have ever seen-----nothing "small and humble", you would confuse them with mountains. She is 100% natural, made in India and looking at her you could understand why India has always attracted invaders.....she symbolized the bounty of lush pre-British India.
My wife knew how I drooled after Nandita. She had given me fair warning---no leching on her friend. However, she did not mind me fantasizing about her----in my wife's book you are free to have fantasies so long as you know that they are not to be translated to reality.
Another factoid about my wife. There may be girls who give better blowjobs or do some other things better---but there was one thing noone could beat my wife in. Fantasy stories. One of my favorite pastimes is to get my wife nude, make her recline on me, her big breasts pressed hard against my hairy chest, she holding my erect cock and telling me erotic stories....Imaginary of course. And those stories frequently involved her friend Nandita. Inevitably, my cum would fly out like a Patriot missile.
Nandita works for a software company in India and she got her first US posting a few months ago. The way Tanya and she worked it out was that after her term finished, she would come and stay with us for a week. Well that's pretty good I figured.....even knowing that she is in the guest room would give me that much more energy to really hit home hard.....and if she heard Tanya's muffled screams....mmm even the thought was heavenly. This frankly was the most that I expected.
Luckily, I was wrong.
We picked up Nandita from the airport. She had lost a bit of weight my wife observed....I hoped it was not from the wrong places. She was dressed conservatively in a black business jacket and knee length skirt.
Then we went for dinner in a French restaurant. As we went in , Nandita took off her jacket. Goddamn. Her twin peaks were straining against her tucked-in white shirt and I, well, just could not take my eyes off. The tension on those threads----and in my trousers. Oooohhh the humanity.
As we ordered, I perceived a mocking glance from my wife. Now that's one problem with my wife. She always keeps looking at my eyes----look at a girl for a second and when I go home I get a low down on whom I ogled at what point of time. I always feel that Big Brother (or Big Sister in this case) is watching my every move.
When Nandita excused herself to go the restoom, Tanya whispered to me: " Stop ogling her breasts......girls understand this stuff. Do what you want with your own friends....not with Nandita. I won't have you embarrassing me in front of her. Is that clear?"
Suitably chastised, I looked downwards like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Tanya whispered again:" Yes I know she is looking very hot. She has lost a lot of weight but that's accentuated her assets even more."
I nodded in agreement like a good husband.
She twisted her lip and snarled :" You are hard, aren't you?"
Luckily Nandita came back and I didn't have to answer that rhetorical question.
We drove back to our place. The girls kept on babbling throughout the ride about mutual friends, family scandals, ear-rings------------------in short the Chinese water-drip torture for me.
Once home, the girls sat next to each other on the couch continuing the same conversation totally ignoring my presence. Tanya suggested Nandita change but Nandita said she was too caught up in the conversation----she would change when she goes to sleep. My wife added---assuming I let you sleep tonight. We will talk whole night-----Mr Sleepy-Head can go to bed if he wants.
Nandita giggled---Oh no I am not letting you go to sleep. You shall have to stay here with us.
Yes I thought to myself and participate in some feminine bitching. Aah well, the travails of an Indian husband.
In the middle, Nandita asked me "I have heard you keep a very well stocked mini-bar. How about letting me sample some....I am sure you won't refuse me."---her eyes glowing flirtily.
I tried my tacky humor---" I always like my mini bar stocked and my girls stacked."
Tanya flashed a poisonous glance at me----silently saying "Shut up". Maybe I had gone a bit too far----but No....Nandita smiled beautifully and said " Well said....."
Tanya smiled again.....Relieved that her friend had not been offended by this crudity. Yes I know in my wife's dictionary this was a vulgarity.
I got up and began to make "women's beverages." I am a Jack Daniels man myself but my wife detests such stuff----only Screwdrivers and sweet-tasting stuff for her. So here I was, her man-Friday mixing cocktails for her and her friend. Needless to say, I added a bit more alcohol than was prudent. I am no sweet angel as you might have guessed by now.
The girls attacked the drinks with gusto. They were now talking about some mutual friend who was very flat in the chest department and was having trouble getting married. So she was advised to wear stuffed bras when prospective grooms came......at which point me or the alcohol I had inside me said :" Well poor girl. God gives it all to some."
I saw my wife's brow rise again. Nandita smiled and said " Thank you. Yes I know everything is not fair. God does not practice communism."
Tanya's friend was spunkier than I thought. As Alice said :" Curioser and curioser."
Again seeing that her friend had taken the compliment in the right spirit, my wife relaxed.
She confided :" He is a total lech. All he cares for are breasts. Sometimes I wonder if he ever needed a wife or just a pair of breasts."
Nandita smiled----"Oh Tanya most men are like that. I think your husband is kind of sweet."
Yeah sweet.
She continued on--" I like your honesty. I always have. Most men I know pretend to something they are not. With you it's all up-front."
Gee.....has my leching become so obvious ? I thought I was the suave kind of guy............
The drinks were continuing unabated. With the girls giggling a bit too much now I went on and changed the music----Enigma. "Principles of Lust". Yes I was leaving very less to chance. Or trying not to.
Nandita was complaining to Tanya. " Oh come on let him say what he wants to. Don't make gestures and stop him. Twice tonight I have seen you stop him with your eyes. You should be lucky to have an honest husband like him."
Tanya sighed: " Yeah right. Honest. I am sick and tired of his honesty. He will ogle at girls, talk cheap about them and then make me hear his fantasies. And for everything there is his standard excuse----honesty."
I said entreatingly:" Oh please. You know such dirty talk always helps in the bedroom."
Tanya took a gulp from her glass. " Yes always about other girls. Never about me."
Nandita intervened:" Now don't start fighting you two."
The environment had undergone a few subtle changes. Tanya's sari anchal had slipped off her shoulders and unlike what she would have done had she been totally sober she kept it down. So now we were getting a generous view of her ample cleavage----the blouse was quite low cut and Tanya always wore push-ups.
And the way Nandita was sitting, her business skirt had slid a bit up her legs----not that it revealed much....but the mere fact that it was above the line it should be and that she had not made any move to smother it down was sending my heart (well ok something a little bit lower) all aflutter. Her legs were not as well shaped as Tanya's but of course the laws of gravitation would make it impossible for them to be so slender. They had to support those huge globes upstairs !
My lust-induced haze was shattered by something Tanya said.
"He makes me say dirty stories involving you too. "
Nandita raised an eyebrow. Now Tanya should not really have said that.
Nandita broke into a toothy grin. "Hmmmm......a new side of you most certainly. I always found you geeky nerd boy when you were in India. Is this courtesy America or were you always like this?"
"Oh I was always like this. Of course in India I have to keep up pretenses---everybody is so eager to judge you. And I do not want to be an embarrassment to Tanya. Plus I was always she would gouge my eyes out if they so much as wandered."
Tanya said :" Oh please cut the crap. As if I can ever stop your ever hungry eyes. Yes Nandita he was always like this----but it's not just for being judged. It's because he is like this only. However your honest jijaji (brother-in-law) hid all this when we got married. He was then Mahatma Gandhi himself----I still remember the mails he used to write from US when he was a student----Oh Tanya all my friends are going to a strip club...but I am not as I find it cheap. I felt wow how different he is. Now I find he is at the bottom of the pile when it comes to unadulterated leching. What I can say in his defense is unlike his friends who are crude, at least he is refined. Most of the time at least."
Nandita replied :" That's fine then. What he feels is very natural---the good thing is that he is refined...and he knows when and in front of whom to be himself and where to keep pretenses. As long as he does not cross the line, I think you should have nothing to complain."
It felt great. Nandita was supporting me ! Hear hear dear wife.
Seeing that Nandita was on my side I pressed home my advantage. (To be honest, I would have liked to press home something else but for now this had to do).
"Your friend always keeps making such accusations at a 100% all-Indian male. Everything I want is perverted.......for instance I have been bugging her to do a threesome----I could not care less if the third person is a guy or a girl. Needless to say, I prefer the girl thing....but even a man would be exciting. However your friend is dead set against a guy.....no guy except me shall touch her. Now that means swapping is out. And that is the only way to satisfy such fantasies."
There I said it. And now that I had been overtly honest, I knew that a tongue lashing from wifey was in order. But surprises of surprises, she sat quietly drinking.
Nandita said:" If you ask me I agree with Tanya. It is unacceptable that a guy who isn't my husband touches me. It's just the way we have been brought up---you really should not ask your wife to be with another man. That's just my opinion. But Tanya why don't you do the 2 girl thing for him since he so much wants it?"
Tanya piped:" When did I say "no" to that? You get a girl and we do. No man touches me. That is the only ground rule here."
This was it. As Jawaharlal Nehru said during his independence day speech:" There comes a time which comes rarely in history when we step from the old to the new....when the soul of a husband, long suppressed finds utterance." Ok maybe not this but something on these lines.
"So Nandita", I asked " would you like to?"
I didn't even look at my wife....I stared straight into Nandita's eyes.
She took it well. "No thanks I have an idea of what it means. I would give it a pass. I am not really into girls.....I think I am as straight as an arrow."
"Ooh no Nandita. A threesome has nothing to do with being a lesbian. A threesome is primarily a heterosexual fantasy where the most important thing is the sense of embarking on a forbidden adventure. It is the same kind of thrill that Eve had when she ate the apple. And there is no hard and fast recipe for how a threesome will proceed----so if there is anything that grosses any of you two out we don't do it. No jealousy, no competition, just pure fun. And you two are friends---that's why this would be so much cooler. A total circle of trust between all 3. "
Tanya guffawed " Trust and threesome...they don't go together. Understand?"
Nandita said :" Oh please Tanya. Let him finish.."
I was finished.
Nandita continued:" Ok I got to hand it to you. That was a very good sell. This is what I like about you---you make it sound so good. Stop coding----a career in marketing beckons. Good job".....and she shook my hand."
A good-humored brush-off. Well at least I tried. Can't blame a guy for that, can you?
I got up to refill drinks.
Nandita said:" Hmmm experimentation......yes we did that a long time ago. Did Tanya ever tell you about it?"
I said "Oh yes you two were in senior school. And that was like some good natured exploring.....yes she told me about it. But you guys did not go far -----------that's the story I know. Is that something else I should know about ? Or I wish that happened?"
Santana's Black Magic Woman was now playing in the background. Suddenly I was feeling hot under the collar.
Because Nandita had moved very close to Tanya and her finger was tracing a line down the side of Tanya's neck.
You're messin' around with your tricks
Don't turn your back on me baby'
Cause you might just break up my magic stick
Tanya looked at me. Straight into my eyes. Must be the drinks cause she looked different.
Nandita said " We played husband and wife. We were indeed very confused then."
"And how does that game go" I asked, mercury rising.
Tanya's hands were now on Nandita's thighs...just brushing over them. She looked at me---as if asking with her eyes----"Enjoying it?"
Boy was I !
Nandita was looking at Tanya's cleavage. " Wow you have gained here a lot since coming from India." Saying that she ran her finger over her cleavage gently.
Tanya said " I had to. It was the least I could do to keep his mind from wandering. Though I can tell you, whenever he needs a reference point to measure breasts, it's always you he uses".
Nandita laughed aloud. "Hmmm so did you get a good look during dinner? I did notice your eyes kept on moving there..........."
"Aah no...how can that be a good look ? That was a furtive look...........and at best it was like looking at the moon behind clouds."
As I was saying it, Tanya's fingers were gliding over Nandita's buttons.....and as the fingers moved downwards, the shirt lapel was moving, the creases on the shirt were changing. The buttons were coming off.
"Your wife is rectifying the situation....jeejaji. But I think you should do something about her sari.....I am sure you don't want it on her any more than necessary" .
Tanya tried to stand up so that I could take off her sari. She was unsteady on her feet and lopped back onto the couch sending the two girls into paroxyms of laughter. But by that time "Jack be nimble Jack be quick" good old me had unfurled her sari and it lay in a lump in the middle of the room.
Tanya's waist was now exposed. Beautifully curved. Deep navel. Tinges of sweat glistening in the faded light. As she turned, her breasts scooped up by the push-up bobbed just a little bit , jiggling maddeningly. She was on the sofa and Nandita right beside her. Nandita's shirt was now open but the lapels still held together. Very very unstable, like a supersaturated solution.
Tanya looked at me. " He is loving this....oh man somehow that makes so angry." And she silently pulled apart the shirt of her friend.
My jaw dropped. A white no-frills bra. Holding up two bunker-busters or were they daisy-cutters? Their size had to be seen to be believed.....a very deep cleavage ....and the light had cast a shadow on the deep cleft.
I was brought out of my stupor by Nandita...."Well are they everything you thought they would be?"
Tanya said " Let him get his wits first. Hellooo anyone there?"
I said "Amazing. Just supercalifragilisticespialidocous."
I looked at her bra. My respect for Egyptian cotton knew no bounds.
The shirt rustled silently to the floor. Nandita. A naughty smile on her face. Was it shyness? Or was it pride?
Then I noticed her hands. They were unbuttoning my wife's blouse from the back........and even in the midst of this supercharged atmosphere Nandita still managed to ask " Did you buy this blouse in India or did you get it made? It is very beautiful."
My wife's hands were now lightly tracing the outlines of Nandita's massive mammaries. She said: " Yes I got it made."
Soon the blouse was giving company to the sari and the shirt on the carpet.
Two amazingly hot women in their bras.... their hands very gently caressing each other. Nothing overtly sexual, nothing overpowering---------and still mindblowingly erotic. The sensuality was thick in the air, I was wallowing in it.
As her hands held up Nandita's breasts like an underwire, Tanya asked me:" So you want these badly don't you? "
I nodded. Yes I did.
Nandita looked at Tanya and said :" I can't believe I am doing this." And saying that, she took one of Tanya's bra-covered breasts and squeezed it lovingly. Then her hand slid down to Tanya's stomach and brushed it in downwards strokes.
Tanya's hands had now slipped to Nandita's skirt----the side clasps that held it up. She looked up at Nandita's eyes as if asking for permission to go the next stage. Nandita smiled. Was I dreaming? The skirt slid noiselessly to the floor. Nandita was in a set of white bra and panties---very conservatively shaped lingerie. But such was her bounty that the bra was just an apology of a cover.
So enraptured had I become in the drama unfolding in front of me, that I never really saw the moment Tanya's petticoat (a skirt-like garment Indian women wear under their sari) had been taken off.
The women looked perfect----in bras and panties. Tanya's lingerie was more daring....thong panties and a push-up bra. Daring was the operative word as I saw both the girls move their hands on each other's breasts and cup each other.
Tanya said appreciatively---"Wow Nandita, you haven't lost a bit from your breasts---they are as gigantic as ever. Whenever I try to lose some weight I invariably start from my breasts and he gets all frumpy. Lucky you....."
Gigantic they were. Tanya's small manicured hands werent being able to get one of them in her grasp. I wondered if I would be more successful. My hands were bigger.
Nandita replied:" I wish I lost a bit from here. Try carrying these around with you every day---I am afraid I am going to develop a back problem. Plus I always have men staring at my breasts---it's as if I don't exist as a person. I sometimes think I am taken less seriously at work because of these hushpuppies------it's as if I am Barbie doll. I am honestly thinking of getting them reduced surgically."
I protested whole-heartedly: "No please trust me.....those are real works of art you have there. Getting them reduced would be the equivalent of the Taliban blowing up the Bamian Buddha statues. Philistinism of the first order."
Tanya pitched in:" This is the only kind of art this Phillistine understands."
Nandita giggled intoxicatingly again. "So jijaji how about filling us our glasses again?"
Tanya said: " I don't think your jijaji is able to get up considering the erection he has right now. Do you want to have a late night snack Nandita? I can get some cheese and crackers from the kitchen. He doesnt know where anything is in the house."
Tanya's legs were still unsteady. But only slightly. Her back was turned to me---her thongs revealing her full ass-----I could not help but reach out and give it a small slap.
Nandita said:" Oh so you are getting frisky.....let me help you Tanya in the kitchen."
"What about me" I yelled.
Nandita walked away, tossing her hair seductively back to look at me and say: "You stay right there. We will be right back."
Oooh lord almighty ! Watching the two women move silkily in their lingerie was a sight to behold. Their asses swayed from side to side with the gentlessness of a bough in the morning breeze and their breasts jiggled inside their bras----all I wanted to do was rush into the kitchen and rip them off. But a bull in a China shop I was not.......I knew that if I did anything out of line, I might break the magic and spend the rest of the night with blue balls. Play my cards right and I could be in for the ride of my life.
Seeing that I was still looking at them mouth agape, Nandita parodied me by slapping Tanya on her ass. "Want a piece of this don't you?" she lisped. Tanya's ass obediently jiggled. She smiled.
The girls returned and sat side by side on the couch again. Nandita passed close by and I caught the fragrance of her intoxicating perfume. Her ass was in reach as she swung by but I resisted the temptation to reach out and squeeze the watermelons-----as I said before I did not want to push my luck.
Lost in my lust, I again missed the point when Nandita swung Tanya's legs onto her and now as she sipped her drinks with her hand, her other hand slid up and down Tanya's thighs. Tanya had her eyes closed----her hands sliding over Nandita's shoulder. And to my delight, Nandita's white bra strap had slid some distance off her shoulder-----stuck precariously on the slope of her shoulder.
I took a sip from my glass." Hmm that's a pretty good game. The husband-wife one that is. But correct me if I am wrong, but don't husbands and wives kiss?"
Tanya still kept her eyes closed, her head reclining on the couch. It did not seem she heard me. Nandita did, looked at me straight in the eye----took Tanya's face in her hands, turned it towards her and they kissed on the lips. A full lip smooch.
Then Nandita looked at me again. She smiled, somewhat mockingly. Then she slid her tongue into Tanya's mouth. Tanya opened her mouth to take it in------ her eyes still closed and away from me. Nandita's tongue was lost inside Tanya but she was still looking at me----not even blinking. Neither was I.
Nandita's hands were on Tanya's back............it had slipped below her bra strap at the back and was massaging her back. How did she know that Tanya just loved that? Massaging of her back while kissing that is. Which I have to accept I do rather perfunctorily because my hands preferred squeezing her breasts. But here, Nandita knew.
Tanya's hands however were following more familiar lines. She was still grappling with Nandita's huge breasts, trying to knead them as best as she could.
The kiss seemed to go on for an eternity. Soft, gobbling sounds that my heightened senses picked up as their tongues intertwined. They broke the kiss----for an instant of an instant, there was a trail of liquid between their lips----the drinks or their saliva I don't know---that glistened in the light.
Wow.
Nandita looked at me. " Yes I have got to hand it to you. That did not feel as bad I thought it would. Though I think that in the morning I shall kick myself for doing this. But right now, it feels good. What about you, Tanya?"
Tanya looked at her. " It felt different , that's all. Very gentle. But I am sure this guy liked it the most of all. So do you want to come and join us and help Nandita out of her bra ? Cause I am sure you have been waiting for that with bated breath ever since you saw her."
I hesitated a bit. I looked at Nandita. Did she approve?
"Well jijaji, won't you give a lady a hand?"
I did not need to be asked twice. The doors to heaven were opening and I needed to get my foot in the door. Paydirt.
I moved towards the couch---still unsure of where to sit. Tanya slipped to one side. Nandita patted the sofa seat with her hand. Her breasts jiggled again in her bra. Now time to relieve the bra of the onerous responsibility of supporting the pleasurechest.
This was too good to believe. I looked at Tanya. She whispered: " Go ahead, squeeze it. You know you want it."
My hands cupped. And I moved them onto Nandita's breasts. My fingers buried itself into her softness----yes even my much bigger palms could not even come close to enclosing a breast. Cupping my hand on her breast, I kept it --not squeezing but just feeling the weight. Can't blame her back.
My other hand moved to Tanya's breast. I was now cupping both their breasts----totally different sensations.....Tanya's firmer and Nandita's softer. I patted them both feeling the bounce.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am a breast man. Totally.
My hands inched up Nandita's shoulders. I held her bra straps. Just held them. Looked at her. She looked deeply at me. This was the point of no return. All three of us realized it. Nandita closed her eyes and threw her head back. I knew it was time.
I moved the bra straps off her shoulder. Her bra still held to her mountains---a slight tug and the breasts popped free of the cups----an avalanche of female flesh. I stared at them---no actually, I gawked at them.
Tanya said:" Arent my friend's breasts beautiful ?"
I slid my hand over her breasts feeling every centimeter of them.
No reply was needed. They were amazing.
I turned towards Tanya. Her breasts were heaving. I looked at Nandita. " What should be done with her bra?" I asked her.
Nandita and I each took one of Tanya's bra straps and pulled them down. Her breasts jutted out----they were so firm. They stood upwards and outwards without a vestige of support.
Did I say the breasts jutted out? Make that nipples. My wife has the most amazing set of nipples------amazingly sensitive and whenever I see it, all I want to be is a baby sucking milk from it. Even Nandita felt the power of the heat. Sorry teat.
"Hmmmm so these get a whole lot of exercise from jijaji---don't they ?" She asked as she held each nipple in her finger and gently pulled them. I know for a fact that Tanya loves that too.
Tanya reciprocated by slapping Nandita's breast lightly from the bottom.
I helped both of them move the bras totally off their bodies. Needless to say, they joined the rest of the gang on the carpet.
Two topless women on my sofa and me in the middle. My hands on each of their breasts and each of them with hands on each others. If my life ever got into an infinite loop like much of the code I write, this would be the program point I would like to be stuck in.
Tanya lightly brushed my hair. "Why don't you exercise Nandita's nipples----don't pretend you don't want to."
"Why don't you help me too ?" I asked making it clear what I wanted.
I licked down Tanya's throat to the summit of her breasts where it started its maddening curve downwards. I licked it sloppily and then traced my wet tongue over her right breast till my lips nuzzled against her nipple. To my pleasure, Tanya was cloning my actions on Nandita's left breast----only she was kissing down the curves while I was licking.
I looked up at Nandita. Her eyes were watching us intently, her lips curled---teeth biting into her lower lip. Her hands on both of our heads exerting a light encouraging pressure. Lost in her notedly heavy breathing, I heard her mumble " Feels sooo good."
I licked around her aureola. Then latched my lips over her nipple. My hands kept on kneading her mammaries as my tongue kept on stimulating her nipple. Moving her nipple circularly with my tongue----and for variety gently biting with my lips. Urgent, very urgent.
On the other nipple, Tanya was doing her thing. Which consisted of alternating light kisses with gentle licks.
Nandita had now totally reclined on the couch and her body was moving in a gentle rhythm---up and down in synchrony with the sucking rhythm at her two breasts. Total resonance between the three of us. Her breathing was audibly heavier now.
I was lost in suckling at her breasts. It felt erotic and reassuring at the same time----pacifying as well as exciting. I moved my mouth off her nipple to explore downwards but was prevented by Nandita's hand which pressed hard against my head telling me silently to keep on sucking. I pursed my mouth back onto her nipple and started suckling again. Nothing good can come off pissing off a guest !
Nandita broke the silence. "Now let's get Tanya on the couch." Nandita and Tanya now exchanged positions with Nandita reclining and Tanya getting up. She told me---"So you like her nipples....get them as hard as you can."
I need not be told twice. Using time honored techniques, I gripped her nipples between my fingers and started tugging at them. This I knew to be Tanya's killswitch---no sooner had I started this milking motion with my fingers, her eyes closed and moans started escaping with regularity.
Nandita just watched me do my thing----her eyes intently on Tanya's breasts. I could see her still breathing heavily---the way those mountainous mammaries undulated, you just knew that Pompei would expolde soon !
Getting Tanya's nipples rock-hard I looked at Nandita. Nandita reached out and mimiced what I had been doing----she also kept on tugging at Tanya's breasts. While Nandita seemed to have taken total control of my wife, I busied myself with sliding down Tanya's thongs off her legs. I still did not want to go any further than Tanya and Nandita wanted with respect to Nandita's panties cause I know that many girls are extremely sensitive when guys go below the waist line.
Sensitive below the waist line ? Of course they all are. No that's not what I meant. What I mean is that many Indian girls believe that "sex" starts once the holiest of holies is accessed---everything above that is harmless fooling around. Seeing how Nandita insisted I stay on her breasts it was evident she was sending me a signal which could be interpreted not just as "Keep on suckling me I want more" but also perhaps as "Not down there, Mister."
However Tanya being my legally-married-in-front-of-fire wife, I was not supposed to show any reticence when it came to removing her thongs---which as I removed I observed was soaking wet. So she was enjoying this------which she always told me she never would. A threesome that is.
Keeping my moral victory to myself, I rejoined the ministrations at my wife's breasts. Nandita still had both of them in control---sucking on one of them like I had been doing to her and flicking the other nipple with her finger. She looked at me , smiled and still kept on licking Tanya's nipple. Her hand removed itself from the other nipple which was the unspoken sign that I should step in on the spoils.
I attached my lips onto my wife's succulent nipple which seemed to be even more taut than usual. The room was now silent---the music had stopped and the only sound was my wife's breathing and gentle mmms and the soft suckling sounds emanating from her breasts ---the same sound you hear when a cat laps up a saucer of milk.
Nandita broke the silence. " So Tanya's thongs are off----hmmmm when did that happen ?"
Tanya asked me:" So why have you kept Nandita's panties on ? I would have thought that would be off by now too."
Nandita giggled--" I think he is waiting for a formal invitation. Well he is a gentleman what can I say !"
"Gentleman my foot" bitched my wife. Yes she knew me better than most.
I hooked my fingers into Nandita's panty band and waited a second. Nandita stretched out her leg. Elvis was in building. It came off with a little coaxing because she was soaking wet too.
The two Venuses were now totally nude. And there was a slight incongruity---I was fully attired including my jacket.
Nandita also noticed it. "Now now this is absolutely not acceptable. Here we two girls have been stripped down to our birthday suits and Mr Player here is still covered from head to toe. Tanya, give me a hand here...will you?"
I nodded agreement. Put some more music so that it does not run our for some time. Got some more of the bubbly. And got ready to be ravished. Yeah right !
When I came back in like a minute I found the girls still pretty warmed up. Tanya was patting Nandita on her ass and commenting on their roundness. I sat between them on the couch.
"I thought you girls were going to give me a hand." I said expectantly.
Tanya helped me off my jacket . I looked at Nandita. She moved her hand to my belt buckle. Her hands were unsteady no doubt from the drink and she found it difficult to get a groip on my belt. Which meant her soft hands were brushing my hyper-excited groin in a random fashion. That frankly was adding fuel to the fire.
Tanya was now moving my shirt off. Her hands rubbed over my bare hairy chest----my wife majorly likes my hairy chest and she knows how I love being touched there. By this time my belt was hanging out like a dog with his tongue out. No that was me ---the dog with the tongue out and wagging my tail.
I kissed Tanya deeply. The alcohol in her breath and tha taste of Nandita's lips on her tongue was intoxicating as I Frenched (or "freedomed" her) to my heart's content. Her eyes closed as she sucked on my tongue. While Nandita was sliding my trouser down and her giggles were because of the erection standing up in my boxers. I looked down----her eyes were glazed, she was biting her lips and gazing it wistfully.
Tanya broke the kiss. Nandita looked up. This was dangerous territory now. I lifted Nandita up in my arms. She looked vulnerable ---totally lost in the intoxication of carnality. She held onto my neck for support. And we kissed. Risky. But we did.......tongues melting into each other. My pleasure was doubled or should I say magnified manifold when I felt my wife's tongue snake into my ear while I kissed. Factoid: The ear is one of my "ear"ogenous zones.
I broke the kiss. Then following that wild scene in "Wild Things" (the Bible of threesomes), I pushed the two girls together. Tanya and Nandita's tongues first touched each other in a moment of electricity and then they kissed while my hands ran over their bare backs and squeezed their asses for added impetus to the kiss. Delightful the scene in front of me and the feel of their asses on my palms. Both of their bodies were feverish. So was mine.
One thing left to be done. I moved my mouth to the epicenter of the kiss and soon all 3 of us were tonguelocked enjoying the holy grail of threesomes----the three-way kiss. A supernova of pleasure was on my tonguetip, volts of excitement rushing through my body as our tongues acquired a life of their own----the alcohol, the saliva and the warmth blending in the simmering cauldron of carnality.
The kiss broke. My trousers were now at my ankles. Tanya cupped my cock over my briefs. I looked at her entreatingly. It was now time to let the dog out. Tanya obliged. My erection sprang out like a commando ready for action. Nandita was transfixed by the sight---her cockiness gone---silence.
Tanya fingered the head of the cock. I reached my hands out and rested them on the mounds of the two ladies. And cupped them. Nandita gulped hard at the touch. Her eyes were still on my cock, her hands at her side. Tanya looked at her and said "Feel it".
A moment's hesitation gave way to certainty. She reached out and gingerly touched my throbbing organ. My wife's fingers were now dancing down my cock----milking me gently up and down while Nandita's fingers stayed stationary just enjoying the feel of it. Soon her fingers were also gingerly moving my cock up and down but very slowly. Both their warm hands on my cock-----this calls for reciprocation. A good deed deserved another.
My hand fell away from their mounds l and explored lower down. My index fingers probed at their pussies---on a reconaissance mission. Both units Tango and Charlie reported extreme dampness and high temperatures----however like the brave troopers they were, they pushed on. Soon my index fingers were making in-out forays into the caverns of pro-creation-----soon we attained a rhythm of mutual masturbation---made easier by the increasing humidity and also by the assistance from the allied units of Alpha and Delta which the girls were also providing for each other. Both the girls were moaning at the alternate and sometimes simultaneous troop movements at their pussies as two fingers worked their "thing". My cock was pulsating with a life of its own at the ministrations of the two ladies and I was breathing heavily now. Their breasts too were jiggling from the finger thrusts and as my fingers rammed in more and more urgently, the frequency of harmonic vibration increased along with the guttural moans of passion emanating from their throats.
The fingering was working both of them to an orgasm. To all you horny men, this is an axiom: "You get a lady close to orgasm she is not thinking with her brain any longer." With guys however that is a permanent state. Not thinking with the brain that is.
Tanya told me to stand up. The fingering was stopped for now. Things were getting even better.
Tanya looked at Nandita. "This is what bigboy here really likes. And I hope he has been good to you."
Nandita nodded in approval.
"Okay then, maybe it's time we got to the part he likes the most."
Saying this, Tanya dropped to her knees. Her tongue found the head of my cock and licked it round and round. I am a slave to a good blowjob and Tanya was great on a Lewinsky.
And as Tanya was rubbing my cock up and down and twirling her tongue over the throbbing vein --lubricating it for the action to follow, Nandita watched--- mouth agape.
"Feels great, doesn't it?" she asked me with the innocence of a novice. Or did she ask Tanya? Well Tanya's mouth being stuffed with man-meat, she was in no position to answer.
Tanya moved my cock out from my mouth. But did not relinquish her grip on it. Turning to Nandita she asked her----" Want to try?"
Nandita looked up at me and then at Tanya. " I...I have never done this before."
This was a new side of Tanya. She was in total control now. Still rubbing my cock up and down, she said:" Well there is always a first time. Of course if you don't want to then it's totally fine also. It's just that I will have to clean his pipes all alone then."
Nandita said nothing. Her eyes were half-closed. She just inched forward, on her knees, her huge breasts hanging down. And delectably, without any further ado or any typical Indian coyness, she opened her voluptous mouth wide like a chick waiting to be fed. Tanya took my cock and put it in Nandit'a mouth. And then gave Nandita's pendulous breasts a good squeeze and whispered "Relax"
Nandita was a fast learner. As a matter of fact, so fast a learner that I wondered if she had never done this before. She was putting spit on my cock, keeping it well lubricated---always the secret to a pleasurable blowjob. Her tongue was adroitly massaging the underlying vein---and her mouth was bobbing up and down as she picked up the tempo.
Tanya looked up at me. "So how is my friend's mouth?" she asked tartily.
"Very hot and very soft. And she is a fast learner."
Tanya was now at work also. She was taking my balls in her mouth and sucking on them while her friend kept up the good work. Nandita had some stamina.......cause right now she was working up a very brisk oral tempo and I was thrusting forward to meet that.
I was losing my senses . Yes I know---I had been losing my senses for a while now. As Nandita's pace slackened, I held her head and began to do my own thrusting inside her face....in other words her face was stationary --it was me doing the locomotion. In short, I was making love to her mouth.
As I ravished her , I thrust too much in one stroke and she gagged momentarily. I tried removing my cock to give her time to get her composure back. But Nandita clasped my cock and put it back into her mouth. Tanya said:" Don't stop. Keep doing it." And redoubled her efforts at my balls.
After some time Tanya and Nandita exchanged places. Tanya told me:" Now fuck my mouth." Expertise counts---Tanya was much more comfortable with a thrusting cock. Marriage to me had made her a great deepthroater----she had amazing control of her gag reflex. So I really could get medieval on her mouth and nothing gives me more pure joy than that. Nandita watched the performance with rapt attention and kept herself gainfully involved by fingering Tanya's clit. The tactile stimulation on her love-spot had the effect of turbo-charging Tanya and she kept motoring at my cock like an acclerating Ferrari. The same smoothness, the same power. And the same pleasure.
Now Tanya and Nandita again exchanged places. Nandita started milking my cock and I closed my eyes and kept on groaning. A steady pressure building up inside me. Tanya whispered to Nandita: " Don't let him cum yet." Tanya had gone behind Nandita.....running her hands under her shoulders, Tanya squeezed Nandita's huge breasts and then pressed them together.
Tanya commanded--" Make love to her breasts. You have been ogling them ever since she got here....now do it..."
Did I need to be told twice? You can bet not. I pushed my throbbing cock between the two mountains and proceeded to batter it between the two clamps. Up and down it went and the two girls were moving in rhythm with the thrusts. Tanya was doing her part....fingering Nandita and our guest was trying to extend her tongue as much as possible to get a feel of my thrusting cock.
Nandita's eyes were closed and she moaned loudly. She was in the throes of an orgasm and the very fact made me even more out of control and I redoubled my tempo.
Nandita gasped out: "Make love to Tanya. I want to see you two do it."
I took Tanya in my arms and got her into my favorite position. Tanya with her back on the carpet. Me on top of her. Missionary ? Almost. Tanya's legs are on my shoulders. Tanya looked at me eyes hazy. Drink and lust.
I entered Tanya with a thrust. Tanya was soaking wet and I faced little resistance as I pushed into her love canal. I resumed my tempo of ingress and egress while Nandita came over and kissed me while I fucked my wife. What can I say? It was awesome.
Nandita bent down and , to my surprise and total amazement, pushed her tongue near to Tanya's love canal and started licking her. And also my cock flicking from one to the other. This was too much and I stopped to see this sight.
"Do a 69 please girls.....please"
The girls were now on autopilot and to my suprise it was Nandita who took the initiative in turning Tanya around so that they had now what the MTV people call total access. It was a marvellous site seeing two exquisite female bodies writing together in ecstacy in a gentle yet wildly erotic rhythm. Tanya moaned out loud : Nandita had made first contact. Her tongue gently lapped around Tanya and as it slipped into Tanya's secret crevice Tanya turned to me and said---You love this don't you? And then let out a light groan.
A few words about us. I am 28, not in the best of shape myself---a bit overweight. But I have an insatiable sexual appetite and can go on like the proverbial Everready Bunny. My wife is 25, let's call her Tanya for the duration of the story. She is curvaceous with succulent breasts that are on the larger size (36c)----ever since she came to US she has put on a little. That had made her even more delectable cause she had a nice ass which shakes slightly when you slap it, tapering down to legs a design artist would be proud to have in his portfolio. In all, my wife is a "piece of work."
So where were we? Aah the threesome. The problem was getting the third person. First of all, no hookers. Firstly, there is always the risk of disease of some sort. And secondly, a hooker is a "sure thing "( in the words of Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman")-----the real fun however is in seducing someone who is not.....after all half the fun in sex is in the chase. Right people?
Ok so now that we don't have hookers, who do we have? People we know. Tanya had maintained she did not want it to be any of her friends.....I insisted it should be one of hers. Because one of the things that is essential to a good threesome experience is the chemistry between the two girls. Did I say "one of the things"? Make that "the only thing".
It was now a kind of a stalemate----my wife was game for the experience but it never happened because there was never any resource. It was kind of like what politicians tell you during election time---we agree in principle that there should be a hospital in the community but we just don't have the money.
Now in an ideal world where all women were available, who would the ideal third wheel be? My wife's bestest friend from India---Nandita. A word about Nandita. Well more than one word really. Nandita was a very nice girl---a real gem of a person. She was single. And yes did I forget something ? Yes I did. She was one of the most generously endowed girls I have ever seen-----nothing "small and humble", you would confuse them with mountains. She is 100% natural, made in India and looking at her you could understand why India has always attracted invaders.....she symbolized the bounty of lush pre-British India.
My wife knew how I drooled after Nandita. She had given me fair warning---no leching on her friend. However, she did not mind me fantasizing about her----in my wife's book you are free to have fantasies so long as you know that they are not to be translated to reality.
Another factoid about my wife. There may be girls who give better blowjobs or do some other things better---but there was one thing noone could beat my wife in. Fantasy stories. One of my favorite pastimes is to get my wife nude, make her recline on me, her big breasts pressed hard against my hairy chest, she holding my erect cock and telling me erotic stories....Imaginary of course. And those stories frequently involved her friend Nandita. Inevitably, my cum would fly out like a Patriot missile.
Nandita works for a software company in India and she got her first US posting a few months ago. The way Tanya and she worked it out was that after her term finished, she would come and stay with us for a week. Well that's pretty good I figured.....even knowing that she is in the guest room would give me that much more energy to really hit home hard.....and if she heard Tanya's muffled screams....mmm even the thought was heavenly. This frankly was the most that I expected.
Luckily, I was wrong.
We picked up Nandita from the airport. She had lost a bit of weight my wife observed....I hoped it was not from the wrong places. She was dressed conservatively in a black business jacket and knee length skirt.
Then we went for dinner in a French restaurant. As we went in , Nandita took off her jacket. Goddamn. Her twin peaks were straining against her tucked-in white shirt and I, well, just could not take my eyes off. The tension on those threads----and in my trousers. Oooohhh the humanity.
As we ordered, I perceived a mocking glance from my wife. Now that's one problem with my wife. She always keeps looking at my eyes----look at a girl for a second and when I go home I get a low down on whom I ogled at what point of time. I always feel that Big Brother (or Big Sister in this case) is watching my every move.
When Nandita excused herself to go the restoom, Tanya whispered to me: " Stop ogling her breasts......girls understand this stuff. Do what you want with your own friends....not with Nandita. I won't have you embarrassing me in front of her. Is that clear?"
Suitably chastised, I looked downwards like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Tanya whispered again:" Yes I know she is looking very hot. She has lost a lot of weight but that's accentuated her assets even more."
I nodded in agreement like a good husband.
She twisted her lip and snarled :" You are hard, aren't you?"
Luckily Nandita came back and I didn't have to answer that rhetorical question.
We drove back to our place. The girls kept on babbling throughout the ride about mutual friends, family scandals, ear-rings------------------in short the Chinese water-drip torture for me.
Once home, the girls sat next to each other on the couch continuing the same conversation totally ignoring my presence. Tanya suggested Nandita change but Nandita said she was too caught up in the conversation----she would change when she goes to sleep. My wife added---assuming I let you sleep tonight. We will talk whole night-----Mr Sleepy-Head can go to bed if he wants.
Nandita giggled---Oh no I am not letting you go to sleep. You shall have to stay here with us.
Yes I thought to myself and participate in some feminine bitching. Aah well, the travails of an Indian husband.
In the middle, Nandita asked me "I have heard you keep a very well stocked mini-bar. How about letting me sample some....I am sure you won't refuse me."---her eyes glowing flirtily.
I tried my tacky humor---" I always like my mini bar stocked and my girls stacked."
Tanya flashed a poisonous glance at me----silently saying "Shut up". Maybe I had gone a bit too far----but No....Nandita smiled beautifully and said " Well said....."
Tanya smiled again.....Relieved that her friend had not been offended by this crudity. Yes I know in my wife's dictionary this was a vulgarity.
I got up and began to make "women's beverages." I am a Jack Daniels man myself but my wife detests such stuff----only Screwdrivers and sweet-tasting stuff for her. So here I was, her man-Friday mixing cocktails for her and her friend. Needless to say, I added a bit more alcohol than was prudent. I am no sweet angel as you might have guessed by now.
The girls attacked the drinks with gusto. They were now talking about some mutual friend who was very flat in the chest department and was having trouble getting married. So she was advised to wear stuffed bras when prospective grooms came......at which point me or the alcohol I had inside me said :" Well poor girl. God gives it all to some."
I saw my wife's brow rise again. Nandita smiled and said " Thank you. Yes I know everything is not fair. God does not practice communism."
Tanya's friend was spunkier than I thought. As Alice said :" Curioser and curioser."
Again seeing that her friend had taken the compliment in the right spirit, my wife relaxed.
She confided :" He is a total lech. All he cares for are breasts. Sometimes I wonder if he ever needed a wife or just a pair of breasts."
Nandita smiled----"Oh Tanya most men are like that. I think your husband is kind of sweet."
Yeah sweet.
She continued on--" I like your honesty. I always have. Most men I know pretend to something they are not. With you it's all up-front."
Gee.....has my leching become so obvious ? I thought I was the suave kind of guy............
The drinks were continuing unabated. With the girls giggling a bit too much now I went on and changed the music----Enigma. "Principles of Lust". Yes I was leaving very less to chance. Or trying not to.
Nandita was complaining to Tanya. " Oh come on let him say what he wants to. Don't make gestures and stop him. Twice tonight I have seen you stop him with your eyes. You should be lucky to have an honest husband like him."
Tanya sighed: " Yeah right. Honest. I am sick and tired of his honesty. He will ogle at girls, talk cheap about them and then make me hear his fantasies. And for everything there is his standard excuse----honesty."
I said entreatingly:" Oh please. You know such dirty talk always helps in the bedroom."
Tanya took a gulp from her glass. " Yes always about other girls. Never about me."
Nandita intervened:" Now don't start fighting you two."
The environment had undergone a few subtle changes. Tanya's sari anchal had slipped off her shoulders and unlike what she would have done had she been totally sober she kept it down. So now we were getting a generous view of her ample cleavage----the blouse was quite low cut and Tanya always wore push-ups.
And the way Nandita was sitting, her business skirt had slid a bit up her legs----not that it revealed much....but the mere fact that it was above the line it should be and that she had not made any move to smother it down was sending my heart (well ok something a little bit lower) all aflutter. Her legs were not as well shaped as Tanya's but of course the laws of gravitation would make it impossible for them to be so slender. They had to support those huge globes upstairs !
My lust-induced haze was shattered by something Tanya said.
"He makes me say dirty stories involving you too. "
Nandita raised an eyebrow. Now Tanya should not really have said that.
Nandita broke into a toothy grin. "Hmmmm......a new side of you most certainly. I always found you geeky nerd boy when you were in India. Is this courtesy America or were you always like this?"
"Oh I was always like this. Of course in India I have to keep up pretenses---everybody is so eager to judge you. And I do not want to be an embarrassment to Tanya. Plus I was always she would gouge my eyes out if they so much as wandered."
Tanya said :" Oh please cut the crap. As if I can ever stop your ever hungry eyes. Yes Nandita he was always like this----but it's not just for being judged. It's because he is like this only. However your honest jijaji (brother-in-law) hid all this when we got married. He was then Mahatma Gandhi himself----I still remember the mails he used to write from US when he was a student----Oh Tanya all my friends are going to a strip club...but I am not as I find it cheap. I felt wow how different he is. Now I find he is at the bottom of the pile when it comes to unadulterated leching. What I can say in his defense is unlike his friends who are crude, at least he is refined. Most of the time at least."
Nandita replied :" That's fine then. What he feels is very natural---the good thing is that he is refined...and he knows when and in front of whom to be himself and where to keep pretenses. As long as he does not cross the line, I think you should have nothing to complain."
It felt great. Nandita was supporting me ! Hear hear dear wife.
Seeing that Nandita was on my side I pressed home my advantage. (To be honest, I would have liked to press home something else but for now this had to do).
"Your friend always keeps making such accusations at a 100% all-Indian male. Everything I want is perverted.......for instance I have been bugging her to do a threesome----I could not care less if the third person is a guy or a girl. Needless to say, I prefer the girl thing....but even a man would be exciting. However your friend is dead set against a guy.....no guy except me shall touch her. Now that means swapping is out. And that is the only way to satisfy such fantasies."
There I said it. And now that I had been overtly honest, I knew that a tongue lashing from wifey was in order. But surprises of surprises, she sat quietly drinking.
Nandita said:" If you ask me I agree with Tanya. It is unacceptable that a guy who isn't my husband touches me. It's just the way we have been brought up---you really should not ask your wife to be with another man. That's just my opinion. But Tanya why don't you do the 2 girl thing for him since he so much wants it?"
Tanya piped:" When did I say "no" to that? You get a girl and we do. No man touches me. That is the only ground rule here."
This was it. As Jawaharlal Nehru said during his independence day speech:" There comes a time which comes rarely in history when we step from the old to the new....when the soul of a husband, long suppressed finds utterance." Ok maybe not this but something on these lines.
"So Nandita", I asked " would you like to?"
I didn't even look at my wife....I stared straight into Nandita's eyes.
She took it well. "No thanks I have an idea of what it means. I would give it a pass. I am not really into girls.....I think I am as straight as an arrow."
"Ooh no Nandita. A threesome has nothing to do with being a lesbian. A threesome is primarily a heterosexual fantasy where the most important thing is the sense of embarking on a forbidden adventure. It is the same kind of thrill that Eve had when she ate the apple. And there is no hard and fast recipe for how a threesome will proceed----so if there is anything that grosses any of you two out we don't do it. No jealousy, no competition, just pure fun. And you two are friends---that's why this would be so much cooler. A total circle of trust between all 3. "
Tanya guffawed " Trust and threesome...they don't go together. Understand?"
Nandita said :" Oh please Tanya. Let him finish.."
I was finished.
Nandita continued:" Ok I got to hand it to you. That was a very good sell. This is what I like about you---you make it sound so good. Stop coding----a career in marketing beckons. Good job".....and she shook my hand."
A good-humored brush-off. Well at least I tried. Can't blame a guy for that, can you?
I got up to refill drinks.
Nandita said:" Hmmm experimentation......yes we did that a long time ago. Did Tanya ever tell you about it?"
I said "Oh yes you two were in senior school. And that was like some good natured exploring.....yes she told me about it. But you guys did not go far -----------that's the story I know. Is that something else I should know about ? Or I wish that happened?"
Santana's Black Magic Woman was now playing in the background. Suddenly I was feeling hot under the collar.
Because Nandita had moved very close to Tanya and her finger was tracing a line down the side of Tanya's neck.
You're messin' around with your tricks
Don't turn your back on me baby'
Cause you might just break up my magic stick
Tanya looked at me. Straight into my eyes. Must be the drinks cause she looked different.
Nandita said " We played husband and wife. We were indeed very confused then."
"And how does that game go" I asked, mercury rising.
Tanya's hands were now on Nandita's thighs...just brushing over them. She looked at me---as if asking with her eyes----"Enjoying it?"
Boy was I !
Nandita was looking at Tanya's cleavage. " Wow you have gained here a lot since coming from India." Saying that she ran her finger over her cleavage gently.
Tanya said " I had to. It was the least I could do to keep his mind from wandering. Though I can tell you, whenever he needs a reference point to measure breasts, it's always you he uses".
Nandita laughed aloud. "Hmmm so did you get a good look during dinner? I did notice your eyes kept on moving there..........."
"Aah no...how can that be a good look ? That was a furtive look...........and at best it was like looking at the moon behind clouds."
As I was saying it, Tanya's fingers were gliding over Nandita's buttons.....and as the fingers moved downwards, the shirt lapel was moving, the creases on the shirt were changing. The buttons were coming off.
"Your wife is rectifying the situation....jeejaji. But I think you should do something about her sari.....I am sure you don't want it on her any more than necessary" .
Tanya tried to stand up so that I could take off her sari. She was unsteady on her feet and lopped back onto the couch sending the two girls into paroxyms of laughter. But by that time "Jack be nimble Jack be quick" good old me had unfurled her sari and it lay in a lump in the middle of the room.
Tanya's waist was now exposed. Beautifully curved. Deep navel. Tinges of sweat glistening in the faded light. As she turned, her breasts scooped up by the push-up bobbed just a little bit , jiggling maddeningly. She was on the sofa and Nandita right beside her. Nandita's shirt was now open but the lapels still held together. Very very unstable, like a supersaturated solution.
Tanya looked at me. " He is loving this....oh man somehow that makes so angry." And she silently pulled apart the shirt of her friend.
My jaw dropped. A white no-frills bra. Holding up two bunker-busters or were they daisy-cutters? Their size had to be seen to be believed.....a very deep cleavage ....and the light had cast a shadow on the deep cleft.
I was brought out of my stupor by Nandita...."Well are they everything you thought they would be?"
Tanya said " Let him get his wits first. Hellooo anyone there?"
I said "Amazing. Just supercalifragilisticespialidocous."
I looked at her bra. My respect for Egyptian cotton knew no bounds.
The shirt rustled silently to the floor. Nandita. A naughty smile on her face. Was it shyness? Or was it pride?
Then I noticed her hands. They were unbuttoning my wife's blouse from the back........and even in the midst of this supercharged atmosphere Nandita still managed to ask " Did you buy this blouse in India or did you get it made? It is very beautiful."
My wife's hands were now lightly tracing the outlines of Nandita's massive mammaries. She said: " Yes I got it made."
Soon the blouse was giving company to the sari and the shirt on the carpet.
Two amazingly hot women in their bras.... their hands very gently caressing each other. Nothing overtly sexual, nothing overpowering---------and still mindblowingly erotic. The sensuality was thick in the air, I was wallowing in it.
As her hands held up Nandita's breasts like an underwire, Tanya asked me:" So you want these badly don't you? "
I nodded. Yes I did.
Nandita looked at Tanya and said :" I can't believe I am doing this." And saying that, she took one of Tanya's bra-covered breasts and squeezed it lovingly. Then her hand slid down to Tanya's stomach and brushed it in downwards strokes.
Tanya's hands had now slipped to Nandita's skirt----the side clasps that held it up. She looked up at Nandita's eyes as if asking for permission to go the next stage. Nandita smiled. Was I dreaming? The skirt slid noiselessly to the floor. Nandita was in a set of white bra and panties---very conservatively shaped lingerie. But such was her bounty that the bra was just an apology of a cover.
So enraptured had I become in the drama unfolding in front of me, that I never really saw the moment Tanya's petticoat (a skirt-like garment Indian women wear under their sari) had been taken off.
The women looked perfect----in bras and panties. Tanya's lingerie was more daring....thong panties and a push-up bra. Daring was the operative word as I saw both the girls move their hands on each other's breasts and cup each other.
Tanya said appreciatively---"Wow Nandita, you haven't lost a bit from your breasts---they are as gigantic as ever. Whenever I try to lose some weight I invariably start from my breasts and he gets all frumpy. Lucky you....."
Gigantic they were. Tanya's small manicured hands werent being able to get one of them in her grasp. I wondered if I would be more successful. My hands were bigger.
Nandita replied:" I wish I lost a bit from here. Try carrying these around with you every day---I am afraid I am going to develop a back problem. Plus I always have men staring at my breasts---it's as if I don't exist as a person. I sometimes think I am taken less seriously at work because of these hushpuppies------it's as if I am Barbie doll. I am honestly thinking of getting them reduced surgically."
I protested whole-heartedly: "No please trust me.....those are real works of art you have there. Getting them reduced would be the equivalent of the Taliban blowing up the Bamian Buddha statues. Philistinism of the first order."
Tanya pitched in:" This is the only kind of art this Phillistine understands."
Nandita giggled intoxicatingly again. "So jijaji how about filling us our glasses again?"
Tanya said: " I don't think your jijaji is able to get up considering the erection he has right now. Do you want to have a late night snack Nandita? I can get some cheese and crackers from the kitchen. He doesnt know where anything is in the house."
Tanya's legs were still unsteady. But only slightly. Her back was turned to me---her thongs revealing her full ass-----I could not help but reach out and give it a small slap.
Nandita said:" Oh so you are getting frisky.....let me help you Tanya in the kitchen."
"What about me" I yelled.
Nandita walked away, tossing her hair seductively back to look at me and say: "You stay right there. We will be right back."
Oooh lord almighty ! Watching the two women move silkily in their lingerie was a sight to behold. Their asses swayed from side to side with the gentlessness of a bough in the morning breeze and their breasts jiggled inside their bras----all I wanted to do was rush into the kitchen and rip them off. But a bull in a China shop I was not.......I knew that if I did anything out of line, I might break the magic and spend the rest of the night with blue balls. Play my cards right and I could be in for the ride of my life.
Seeing that I was still looking at them mouth agape, Nandita parodied me by slapping Tanya on her ass. "Want a piece of this don't you?" she lisped. Tanya's ass obediently jiggled. She smiled.
The girls returned and sat side by side on the couch again. Nandita passed close by and I caught the fragrance of her intoxicating perfume. Her ass was in reach as she swung by but I resisted the temptation to reach out and squeeze the watermelons-----as I said before I did not want to push my luck.
Lost in my lust, I again missed the point when Nandita swung Tanya's legs onto her and now as she sipped her drinks with her hand, her other hand slid up and down Tanya's thighs. Tanya had her eyes closed----her hands sliding over Nandita's shoulder. And to my delight, Nandita's white bra strap had slid some distance off her shoulder-----stuck precariously on the slope of her shoulder.
I took a sip from my glass." Hmm that's a pretty good game. The husband-wife one that is. But correct me if I am wrong, but don't husbands and wives kiss?"
Tanya still kept her eyes closed, her head reclining on the couch. It did not seem she heard me. Nandita did, looked at me straight in the eye----took Tanya's face in her hands, turned it towards her and they kissed on the lips. A full lip smooch.
Then Nandita looked at me again. She smiled, somewhat mockingly. Then she slid her tongue into Tanya's mouth. Tanya opened her mouth to take it in------ her eyes still closed and away from me. Nandita's tongue was lost inside Tanya but she was still looking at me----not even blinking. Neither was I.
Nandita's hands were on Tanya's back............it had slipped below her bra strap at the back and was massaging her back. How did she know that Tanya just loved that? Massaging of her back while kissing that is. Which I have to accept I do rather perfunctorily because my hands preferred squeezing her breasts. But here, Nandita knew.
Tanya's hands however were following more familiar lines. She was still grappling with Nandita's huge breasts, trying to knead them as best as she could.
The kiss seemed to go on for an eternity. Soft, gobbling sounds that my heightened senses picked up as their tongues intertwined. They broke the kiss----for an instant of an instant, there was a trail of liquid between their lips----the drinks or their saliva I don't know---that glistened in the light.
Wow.
Nandita looked at me. " Yes I have got to hand it to you. That did not feel as bad I thought it would. Though I think that in the morning I shall kick myself for doing this. But right now, it feels good. What about you, Tanya?"
Tanya looked at her. " It felt different , that's all. Very gentle. But I am sure this guy liked it the most of all. So do you want to come and join us and help Nandita out of her bra ? Cause I am sure you have been waiting for that with bated breath ever since you saw her."
I hesitated a bit. I looked at Nandita. Did she approve?
"Well jijaji, won't you give a lady a hand?"
I did not need to be asked twice. The doors to heaven were opening and I needed to get my foot in the door. Paydirt.
I moved towards the couch---still unsure of where to sit. Tanya slipped to one side. Nandita patted the sofa seat with her hand. Her breasts jiggled again in her bra. Now time to relieve the bra of the onerous responsibility of supporting the pleasurechest.
This was too good to believe. I looked at Tanya. She whispered: " Go ahead, squeeze it. You know you want it."
My hands cupped. And I moved them onto Nandita's breasts. My fingers buried itself into her softness----yes even my much bigger palms could not even come close to enclosing a breast. Cupping my hand on her breast, I kept it --not squeezing but just feeling the weight. Can't blame her back.
My other hand moved to Tanya's breast. I was now cupping both their breasts----totally different sensations.....Tanya's firmer and Nandita's softer. I patted them both feeling the bounce.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am a breast man. Totally.
My hands inched up Nandita's shoulders. I held her bra straps. Just held them. Looked at her. She looked deeply at me. This was the point of no return. All three of us realized it. Nandita closed her eyes and threw her head back. I knew it was time.
I moved the bra straps off her shoulder. Her bra still held to her mountains---a slight tug and the breasts popped free of the cups----an avalanche of female flesh. I stared at them---no actually, I gawked at them.
Tanya said:" Arent my friend's breasts beautiful ?"
I slid my hand over her breasts feeling every centimeter of them.
No reply was needed. They were amazing.
I turned towards Tanya. Her breasts were heaving. I looked at Nandita. " What should be done with her bra?" I asked her.
Nandita and I each took one of Tanya's bra straps and pulled them down. Her breasts jutted out----they were so firm. They stood upwards and outwards without a vestige of support.
Did I say the breasts jutted out? Make that nipples. My wife has the most amazing set of nipples------amazingly sensitive and whenever I see it, all I want to be is a baby sucking milk from it. Even Nandita felt the power of the heat. Sorry teat.
"Hmmmm so these get a whole lot of exercise from jijaji---don't they ?" She asked as she held each nipple in her finger and gently pulled them. I know for a fact that Tanya loves that too.
Tanya reciprocated by slapping Nandita's breast lightly from the bottom.
I helped both of them move the bras totally off their bodies. Needless to say, they joined the rest of the gang on the carpet.
Two topless women on my sofa and me in the middle. My hands on each of their breasts and each of them with hands on each others. If my life ever got into an infinite loop like much of the code I write, this would be the program point I would like to be stuck in.
Tanya lightly brushed my hair. "Why don't you exercise Nandita's nipples----don't pretend you don't want to."
"Why don't you help me too ?" I asked making it clear what I wanted.
I licked down Tanya's throat to the summit of her breasts where it started its maddening curve downwards. I licked it sloppily and then traced my wet tongue over her right breast till my lips nuzzled against her nipple. To my pleasure, Tanya was cloning my actions on Nandita's left breast----only she was kissing down the curves while I was licking.
I looked up at Nandita. Her eyes were watching us intently, her lips curled---teeth biting into her lower lip. Her hands on both of our heads exerting a light encouraging pressure. Lost in her notedly heavy breathing, I heard her mumble " Feels sooo good."
I licked around her aureola. Then latched my lips over her nipple. My hands kept on kneading her mammaries as my tongue kept on stimulating her nipple. Moving her nipple circularly with my tongue----and for variety gently biting with my lips. Urgent, very urgent.
On the other nipple, Tanya was doing her thing. Which consisted of alternating light kisses with gentle licks.
Nandita had now totally reclined on the couch and her body was moving in a gentle rhythm---up and down in synchrony with the sucking rhythm at her two breasts. Total resonance between the three of us. Her breathing was audibly heavier now.
I was lost in suckling at her breasts. It felt erotic and reassuring at the same time----pacifying as well as exciting. I moved my mouth off her nipple to explore downwards but was prevented by Nandita's hand which pressed hard against my head telling me silently to keep on sucking. I pursed my mouth back onto her nipple and started suckling again. Nothing good can come off pissing off a guest !
Nandita broke the silence. "Now let's get Tanya on the couch." Nandita and Tanya now exchanged positions with Nandita reclining and Tanya getting up. She told me---"So you like her nipples....get them as hard as you can."
I need not be told twice. Using time honored techniques, I gripped her nipples between my fingers and started tugging at them. This I knew to be Tanya's killswitch---no sooner had I started this milking motion with my fingers, her eyes closed and moans started escaping with regularity.
Nandita just watched me do my thing----her eyes intently on Tanya's breasts. I could see her still breathing heavily---the way those mountainous mammaries undulated, you just knew that Pompei would expolde soon !
Getting Tanya's nipples rock-hard I looked at Nandita. Nandita reached out and mimiced what I had been doing----she also kept on tugging at Tanya's breasts. While Nandita seemed to have taken total control of my wife, I busied myself with sliding down Tanya's thongs off her legs. I still did not want to go any further than Tanya and Nandita wanted with respect to Nandita's panties cause I know that many girls are extremely sensitive when guys go below the waist line.
Sensitive below the waist line ? Of course they all are. No that's not what I meant. What I mean is that many Indian girls believe that "sex" starts once the holiest of holies is accessed---everything above that is harmless fooling around. Seeing how Nandita insisted I stay on her breasts it was evident she was sending me a signal which could be interpreted not just as "Keep on suckling me I want more" but also perhaps as "Not down there, Mister."
However Tanya being my legally-married-in-front-of-fire wife, I was not supposed to show any reticence when it came to removing her thongs---which as I removed I observed was soaking wet. So she was enjoying this------which she always told me she never would. A threesome that is.
Keeping my moral victory to myself, I rejoined the ministrations at my wife's breasts. Nandita still had both of them in control---sucking on one of them like I had been doing to her and flicking the other nipple with her finger. She looked at me , smiled and still kept on licking Tanya's nipple. Her hand removed itself from the other nipple which was the unspoken sign that I should step in on the spoils.
I attached my lips onto my wife's succulent nipple which seemed to be even more taut than usual. The room was now silent---the music had stopped and the only sound was my wife's breathing and gentle mmms and the soft suckling sounds emanating from her breasts ---the same sound you hear when a cat laps up a saucer of milk.
Nandita broke the silence. " So Tanya's thongs are off----hmmmm when did that happen ?"
Tanya asked me:" So why have you kept Nandita's panties on ? I would have thought that would be off by now too."
Nandita giggled--" I think he is waiting for a formal invitation. Well he is a gentleman what can I say !"
"Gentleman my foot" bitched my wife. Yes she knew me better than most.
I hooked my fingers into Nandita's panty band and waited a second. Nandita stretched out her leg. Elvis was in building. It came off with a little coaxing because she was soaking wet too.
The two Venuses were now totally nude. And there was a slight incongruity---I was fully attired including my jacket.
Nandita also noticed it. "Now now this is absolutely not acceptable. Here we two girls have been stripped down to our birthday suits and Mr Player here is still covered from head to toe. Tanya, give me a hand here...will you?"
I nodded agreement. Put some more music so that it does not run our for some time. Got some more of the bubbly. And got ready to be ravished. Yeah right !
When I came back in like a minute I found the girls still pretty warmed up. Tanya was patting Nandita on her ass and commenting on their roundness. I sat between them on the couch.
"I thought you girls were going to give me a hand." I said expectantly.
Tanya helped me off my jacket . I looked at Nandita. She moved her hand to my belt buckle. Her hands were unsteady no doubt from the drink and she found it difficult to get a groip on my belt. Which meant her soft hands were brushing my hyper-excited groin in a random fashion. That frankly was adding fuel to the fire.
Tanya was now moving my shirt off. Her hands rubbed over my bare hairy chest----my wife majorly likes my hairy chest and she knows how I love being touched there. By this time my belt was hanging out like a dog with his tongue out. No that was me ---the dog with the tongue out and wagging my tail.
I kissed Tanya deeply. The alcohol in her breath and tha taste of Nandita's lips on her tongue was intoxicating as I Frenched (or "freedomed" her) to my heart's content. Her eyes closed as she sucked on my tongue. While Nandita was sliding my trouser down and her giggles were because of the erection standing up in my boxers. I looked down----her eyes were glazed, she was biting her lips and gazing it wistfully.
Tanya broke the kiss. Nandita looked up. This was dangerous territory now. I lifted Nandita up in my arms. She looked vulnerable ---totally lost in the intoxication of carnality. She held onto my neck for support. And we kissed. Risky. But we did.......tongues melting into each other. My pleasure was doubled or should I say magnified manifold when I felt my wife's tongue snake into my ear while I kissed. Factoid: The ear is one of my "ear"ogenous zones.
I broke the kiss. Then following that wild scene in "Wild Things" (the Bible of threesomes), I pushed the two girls together. Tanya and Nandita's tongues first touched each other in a moment of electricity and then they kissed while my hands ran over their bare backs and squeezed their asses for added impetus to the kiss. Delightful the scene in front of me and the feel of their asses on my palms. Both of their bodies were feverish. So was mine.
One thing left to be done. I moved my mouth to the epicenter of the kiss and soon all 3 of us were tonguelocked enjoying the holy grail of threesomes----the three-way kiss. A supernova of pleasure was on my tonguetip, volts of excitement rushing through my body as our tongues acquired a life of their own----the alcohol, the saliva and the warmth blending in the simmering cauldron of carnality.
The kiss broke. My trousers were now at my ankles. Tanya cupped my cock over my briefs. I looked at her entreatingly. It was now time to let the dog out. Tanya obliged. My erection sprang out like a commando ready for action. Nandita was transfixed by the sight---her cockiness gone---silence.
Tanya fingered the head of the cock. I reached my hands out and rested them on the mounds of the two ladies. And cupped them. Nandita gulped hard at the touch. Her eyes were still on my cock, her hands at her side. Tanya looked at her and said "Feel it".
A moment's hesitation gave way to certainty. She reached out and gingerly touched my throbbing organ. My wife's fingers were now dancing down my cock----milking me gently up and down while Nandita's fingers stayed stationary just enjoying the feel of it. Soon her fingers were also gingerly moving my cock up and down but very slowly. Both their warm hands on my cock-----this calls for reciprocation. A good deed deserved another.
My hand fell away from their mounds l and explored lower down. My index fingers probed at their pussies---on a reconaissance mission. Both units Tango and Charlie reported extreme dampness and high temperatures----however like the brave troopers they were, they pushed on. Soon my index fingers were making in-out forays into the caverns of pro-creation-----soon we attained a rhythm of mutual masturbation---made easier by the increasing humidity and also by the assistance from the allied units of Alpha and Delta which the girls were also providing for each other. Both the girls were moaning at the alternate and sometimes simultaneous troop movements at their pussies as two fingers worked their "thing". My cock was pulsating with a life of its own at the ministrations of the two ladies and I was breathing heavily now. Their breasts too were jiggling from the finger thrusts and as my fingers rammed in more and more urgently, the frequency of harmonic vibration increased along with the guttural moans of passion emanating from their throats.
The fingering was working both of them to an orgasm. To all you horny men, this is an axiom: "You get a lady close to orgasm she is not thinking with her brain any longer." With guys however that is a permanent state. Not thinking with the brain that is.
Tanya told me to stand up. The fingering was stopped for now. Things were getting even better.
Tanya looked at Nandita. "This is what bigboy here really likes. And I hope he has been good to you."
Nandita nodded in approval.
"Okay then, maybe it's time we got to the part he likes the most."
Saying this, Tanya dropped to her knees. Her tongue found the head of my cock and licked it round and round. I am a slave to a good blowjob and Tanya was great on a Lewinsky.
And as Tanya was rubbing my cock up and down and twirling her tongue over the throbbing vein --lubricating it for the action to follow, Nandita watched--- mouth agape.
"Feels great, doesn't it?" she asked me with the innocence of a novice. Or did she ask Tanya? Well Tanya's mouth being stuffed with man-meat, she was in no position to answer.
Tanya moved my cock out from my mouth. But did not relinquish her grip on it. Turning to Nandita she asked her----" Want to try?"
Nandita looked up at me and then at Tanya. " I...I have never done this before."
This was a new side of Tanya. She was in total control now. Still rubbing my cock up and down, she said:" Well there is always a first time. Of course if you don't want to then it's totally fine also. It's just that I will have to clean his pipes all alone then."
Nandita said nothing. Her eyes were half-closed. She just inched forward, on her knees, her huge breasts hanging down. And delectably, without any further ado or any typical Indian coyness, she opened her voluptous mouth wide like a chick waiting to be fed. Tanya took my cock and put it in Nandit'a mouth. And then gave Nandita's pendulous breasts a good squeeze and whispered "Relax"
Nandita was a fast learner. As a matter of fact, so fast a learner that I wondered if she had never done this before. She was putting spit on my cock, keeping it well lubricated---always the secret to a pleasurable blowjob. Her tongue was adroitly massaging the underlying vein---and her mouth was bobbing up and down as she picked up the tempo.
Tanya looked up at me. "So how is my friend's mouth?" she asked tartily.
"Very hot and very soft. And she is a fast learner."
Tanya was now at work also. She was taking my balls in her mouth and sucking on them while her friend kept up the good work. Nandita had some stamina.......cause right now she was working up a very brisk oral tempo and I was thrusting forward to meet that.
I was losing my senses . Yes I know---I had been losing my senses for a while now. As Nandita's pace slackened, I held her head and began to do my own thrusting inside her face....in other words her face was stationary --it was me doing the locomotion. In short, I was making love to her mouth.
As I ravished her , I thrust too much in one stroke and she gagged momentarily. I tried removing my cock to give her time to get her composure back. But Nandita clasped my cock and put it back into her mouth. Tanya said:" Don't stop. Keep doing it." And redoubled her efforts at my balls.
After some time Tanya and Nandita exchanged places. Tanya told me:" Now fuck my mouth." Expertise counts---Tanya was much more comfortable with a thrusting cock. Marriage to me had made her a great deepthroater----she had amazing control of her gag reflex. So I really could get medieval on her mouth and nothing gives me more pure joy than that. Nandita watched the performance with rapt attention and kept herself gainfully involved by fingering Tanya's clit. The tactile stimulation on her love-spot had the effect of turbo-charging Tanya and she kept motoring at my cock like an acclerating Ferrari. The same smoothness, the same power. And the same pleasure.
Now Tanya and Nandita again exchanged places. Nandita started milking my cock and I closed my eyes and kept on groaning. A steady pressure building up inside me. Tanya whispered to Nandita: " Don't let him cum yet." Tanya had gone behind Nandita.....running her hands under her shoulders, Tanya squeezed Nandita's huge breasts and then pressed them together.
Tanya commanded--" Make love to her breasts. You have been ogling them ever since she got here....now do it..."
Did I need to be told twice? You can bet not. I pushed my throbbing cock between the two mountains and proceeded to batter it between the two clamps. Up and down it went and the two girls were moving in rhythm with the thrusts. Tanya was doing her part....fingering Nandita and our guest was trying to extend her tongue as much as possible to get a feel of my thrusting cock.
Nandita's eyes were closed and she moaned loudly. She was in the throes of an orgasm and the very fact made me even more out of control and I redoubled my tempo.
Nandita gasped out: "Make love to Tanya. I want to see you two do it."
I took Tanya in my arms and got her into my favorite position. Tanya with her back on the carpet. Me on top of her. Missionary ? Almost. Tanya's legs are on my shoulders. Tanya looked at me eyes hazy. Drink and lust.
I entered Tanya with a thrust. Tanya was soaking wet and I faced little resistance as I pushed into her love canal. I resumed my tempo of ingress and egress while Nandita came over and kissed me while I fucked my wife. What can I say? It was awesome.
Nandita bent down and , to my surprise and total amazement, pushed her tongue near to Tanya's love canal and started licking her. And also my cock flicking from one to the other. This was too much and I stopped to see this sight.
"Do a 69 please girls.....please"
The girls were now on autopilot and to my suprise it was Nandita who took the initiative in turning Tanya around so that they had now what the MTV people call total access. It was a marvellous site seeing two exquisite female bodies writing together in ecstacy in a gentle yet wildly erotic rhythm. Tanya moaned out loud : Nandita had made first contact. Her tongue gently lapped around Tanya and as it slipped into Tanya's secret crevice Tanya turned to me and said---You love this don't you? And then let out a light groan.
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