A Couple Of Indian Couples Fuck

All the same, the way she squeezed my cock and began shagging it in her hand was a sign that she was hot, hearing all about Mr. Sethi's cock and his praises for her. I began to fondle her breasts and kissed her comprehensively, trying to make her ready for a fucking session. I inserted fingers in her pussy and began to stroke her.

This was her biggest weakness. As I was fingering her, I told her that it seemed that Mr. Sethi was hot for her. I could experience her jerking. She did not say anything, but I knew that she was listening to me with rapt attention. I continued and told her that I felt that he wanted to squeeze her boobs and wanted to get into her pants. I did not anticipate the effect of my statement. She jerked wildly. She instinctively caught my hand and signalled me to finger her faster. She moaned loudly and had an explosive orgasm. She told me to mount her and fuck her hard. I knew that at that time it was my friend and not me; fucking her. To me the fact that she enjoyed the possibility of sex with Satish (Mr. Sethi), was confirmed. She was so much involved in thinking what I said that not even once in our talk she asked me why I was talking all this about Mr. Sethi.

The next day, I was sitting in the park in our society. Mr. Sethi saw me and walked over to me. I made it look as if I was worried. He asked me what the matter was. When I did not reply clearly, he said that there should be no secret between friends. On his persistent demand, I told him that it was about our married life. I told him Tina and I were drifting apart. Then he asked me if it was about sex. I nodded. I told him that she was not interested in sex any more. Our married life had become boring."

He grinned laughed and said, "What is new in it? It happens to all married couples. I have identical problem. I feel that my wife has lost appetite for sex also."

I asked him teasingly, "Have you tried something kinky?"

He asked me, "What do you mean?"

I then told him that I used his name to lighten up Tina's interest in sex and it seemed to work. He was quite eager to know exactly what I had said and how she reacted to what I said. I told him that the previous night I and Tina were talking. She just casually mentioned how smart and intelligent and handsome you are. She even mentioned that Sushma Bhabhi was very lucky. In fact, any girl would be very lucky to be your wife. I not only supported her, but told her a half truth. I told her that yesterday, I went to your office and we went to pee together. I saw your lund (penis) and I told her that your lund was much bigger than mine." I laughed loudly and said casually, "Do you know the effect of my statement on her? She jumped in bed and asked me to fuck her hard. I told her that you were hot for her. As the result, she had an explosive orgasm. It looks that my wife is hot for you. I just mentioned your name saying that you praised her in front of me. I told her that you felt that she was very beautiful and sexy. Just mention of your name ignited a fire in her."

Seeing expressions on his face I knew that Mr. Sethi was very excited. He was clearly trying to disguise his excitement. He appeared not to believe what I told him. When I reassured him repeatedly, he was blushing like a girl. He asked me to clearly tell him exactly what was in my mind. I told him that after some years all married men get bored with their own wife and fancy other's wife. Perhaps that was true for wives also. I told him that I believed that, it was the case with Tina also. That could perhaps be the case with him also.

Mr. Sethi instinctively nodded. I told him that I knew that he fancied my wife. Looking at his discomfort; I told him that, there was nothing to be embarrassed about it. All men fancy other's wife. It was applicable also to me, I gradually told him, what I wanted to say for a long time. I said. I fancied his wife also. I looked for his reaction. I saw that he took my statement as normal.

Mr. Sethi looked at me questioningly and asked, "Tarun, tell me frankly, what is on your mind. I feel that you want to convey something but you are not able to say it. Do you want to screw Sushma?" I was taken aback by his blunt salvo.

I shook my head. I told him, "It's not that. Mr. Sethi, it seems that Tina has lost all interest in sex with me. This has been going on for the past several years. However, after she has come to know you and after your casual flirting with her; I feel that she has regained some of her spark. Whenever I talk about you, she feels excited and energized. As a husband I can see the difference."

Mr. Sethi was thoughtful. After a brief pause he said, "Tarun, we are all in the same boat. Your story and mine are not different. My life with my wife is also similar. You have given me a good idea. I should apply your formula with my wife also." I got a hint from him that he also sought similar favours from me as I wanted from him. I hoped that I was right.

Two days after that, I met Mr. Sethi in the park. He took me aside and said, "Tarun, you are a real chanakya. I applied your formula to my wife. I told Sushma that you praised her and particularly praised her deep knowledge of classical music. I also told her that according to you, she was the most beautiful and sexy woman you had ever seen. I then told her in her ears quietly that I suspected that you were interested to screw her. When I told her that, I thought that she would jump and shout at me. However, she just asked me to talk sense. Actually, she was fired up after that. Believe me; I had the best sex yesterday, after a long time. She took all the initiatives." I was astounded hearing this. I knew then, that I was not far away from my goal.

My wife suggested that we invite Sethis for dinner the next Sunday. By the time they arrived, Tina had finished cooking dinner. She had bathed, changed and was ready waiting for us. That evening, without any direction from me, Tina had put on one of her sexy dresses. It was a low cut blouse, open from the back. Her generous cleavage was clearly visible. She wore saree such that her navel was visible. She seemed to have overcome her resistance to wear her saree below her navel.

She was perhaps looking forward to Mr. Sethi's reaction. I could see the expression of surprise and excitement on Mr. Sethi's face, when he saw my wife. He not only expressed surprise, as was his habit; he went and hugged my wife, much longer than normal and caressed her arms lovingly saying, "You look so beautiful and SSSSSSoooooo sexy! My God! I feel like doing something." I knew that the fire was equally alight on both the sides. Sushma and I stood there speechless and awkward.

Instinctively I turned to look at Sushma. She looked equally stunning. She wore jeans and faint blue semi cottoon top. The top was thin and vaguely showed her bra. It was styled with a number of pleats in the front. It was stitched loose. However, the swell of her plum breasts stood out prominently. I could not take my eyes off her pin up breasts. Sushma noticed my stare and looked sternly at me. She perhaps wanted to admonish me not to stare. With some difficulty I took my eyes away. However, I should not have bothered. When I looked at them, Tina and Mr. Sethi were already busy playing their own visual games.

After usual gestures, I sat with Sushma (Mrs. Sethi) and began taking with her on her favourite topics. She was very fond of classical music and so was I. We began talking about classical music. She began talking about her training from her Guru. As soon as we started the topic, I saw boring expressions on Tina and Mr. Sethi's faces. I told Mrs. Sethi that since Tina and Mr. Sethi were not interested in the topic; we better move to another room and talk. She smiled and agreed. We moved to the next room.

We must have talked for about three quarters of an hour. I was very excited talking to her. I was all gaga over her and felt nervous. She asked me why I was not feeling comfortable. To put me at ease, she caught my hands and held them in her hands for some time. She then talked about her training in classical music. She said that she learnt classical vocal music from esteemed proponents of classical music. On my request, she sang one raga briefly. I was cool from outside. However internally I was in turmoil. I wanted to grab her, feel her globes, suck them and kiss her all over. I controlled my emotions. After the talk we decided to come out and join our spouses.

When we came out of the room, we saw my wife Tina sitting with her back to Mr. Sethi in a rather provocative manner. She was almost sitting in Mr. Sethi's lap. Sushma signalled me not to make any sound and we hid behind the partially opened door to watch what Tina and Mr. Sethi were up to.

Mr. Sethi was massaging Tina's back. His hands were moving rhythmically on her back, which was almost uncovered. She was wearing backless blouse, which was held in place by just a string. Of course the bra strap was clearly visible. We heard Mr. Sethi ask my wife if he could open the blouse string knot. Tina nodded and Mr. Sethi untied the knot. The string fell on both the sides. We saw Mr. Sethi slowly and erotically massaging my wife's back, neck, shoulders and sides. From the angle I stood, I was not sure, but I strongly suspected that he was touching and perhaps also massaging my wife's boobs. It was the most erotic scene, I had seen for some time. I looked at Sushma. I could not fathom her expressions. I guessed she was angry, but did not show it.

She pulled me back into the room and closed the door. Then suddenly, she jumped on me and began kissing me on my lips. I was too shocked initially to react. However, I realized that this must be in revenge for Mr. Sethi's massaging and fondling my wife. I gave in. (would you not have?) I began sucking Sushma's lips. My hands were moving behind her back exploring her body covered by her top. I inserted my hand in the gap between her back buttons. I could feel sheer smooth skin of her back. As I was about to go lower, I saw Tina and Mr. Sethi at the door. I separated from Mrs. Sethi.

My wife was apparently angry, seeing me kissing Sushma. Meanwhile, Sushma also saw her husband and my wife. I did not know how to explain to them our instantaneous adventure. I just blurted out, "We ..saw Mr. Sethi.... fondling .. you."

Suddenly Mr. Sethi gave a big laugh. He looked at Tina and said, "These idiots saw me massaging your back and thought that I was fondling you."

Tina was acutely embarrassed, hearing this. Then she explained defensively that she had sudden severe pain in her back. Mr. Sethi told her that he could give massage and relieve the pain; if she wanted. He was only giving her a simple massage and there was nothing to be upset about.

I did not know how far what she said was accurate. I thought I saw Mr. Sethi fondling her breasts covered by her dress. However, I had to accept what she said, because I was not positive.

When Tina finished, Mr. Sethi said that he was surprised to see that his wife could kiss so well. He was not fortunate ever to receive such a fantastic kiss from her. Sushma stood like a pole, stunned. She could not utter a word. Mr. Sethi went behind her, caught her in his arms and placed his lips on her's to kiss her hard. This incident changed our lives completely. After that we were free with the other's wife. Subsequently, Tina began to accept sexual touching from Mr. Sethi.

Once, Tina's cell phone fell down under sofa. When she bent to retrieve it from the floor, Mr. Sethi inserted his hand under her breasts and squeezed one of her breasts daringly. He thought that he was not noticed. However, I saw it clearly. Tina was alarmed but did not react. Tina told me later that she was sure that Mr. Sethi did it purposefully. When I asked Tina, if she enjoyed it, she blushed and told me not to talk nonsense. However, I could clearly see some excitement in her eyes.

Mr. Sethi's flirting with my wife inflamed a tornado of strange sensations in my mind. I began to imagine him making further advances on my wife. I began developing this fantasy of my wife enjoying his advances. I also visualized my chances with Mrs. Sethi. In the night I started dreaming that Mr. Sethi was fondling my wife's breasts. I felt strangely aroused seeing such dreams to the extent that my cock had a huge erection and I caught and fucked Tina in the middle of her sleep without waking her or without any foreplay. In my dreams I was fucking Sushma.

My sudden excitement in the middle of the night surprised Tina; although, she woke up, cooperated and even participated in sex. She was unable to understand my mid-night unplanned excitement. Our sex frequency in those days had declined so much that she was unable to understand sudden surge in my interest in sex with her. She asked me what happened that made me so horny. I was reluctant. From my reticence, she realized that I must have had a dream that inflamed me.

When she persisted her questioning, I admitted of having a dream of seeing Mr. Sethi with her. I did not elaborate. She guessed that I had dreamt about her having sex with Mr. Sethi. She then knew for sure that Mr. Sethi's flirting with her aroused her husband (me). Naturally as she talked more about it with me, she was also aroused. Then I asked her to tell me frankly, if the other evening, when she had pain her back, was Mr. Sethi not fondling her boobs pretending that he was massaging her back. She was silent.

I told her that I knew that he was fondling her boobs. I also told her that I personally did not mind it, rather I enjoyed seeing the sight. When she heard that she was caught but that I did not mind it, she came into my arms and kissed me. I was amazed at the speed with which things were moving.

Every time Tina mentioned even a small incident of Mr. Sethi's touching her, I got excited and would get so aroused that I would have instantaneous erection and I would pull her and without any foreplay, fuck her. Tina did not miss this. She also got aroused talking of such small incidents and afterwards, we fucked like hell.

One night she asked me, "Tell me frankly, you said that you once saw me in your dream with Mr. Sethi. Did you mean you saw us having sex in your dream?" She looked at me inquiringly. I nodded meekly.

"And you were aroused seeing him fucking me in your dreams?" She asked me. I was amazed at exclamation of the word "Fuck" from Tina.

I paused and slowly nodded my head. She caught her head between her hands in bewilderment and sat down.

She then asked me again in low voice, "So you say that you not only have no objection, if Mr. Sethi fucks me; but you actually desire that he should do so?"

I did not know how to react. Like a fool, I nodded my head.

"This is ridiculous. Normally, a husband would not allow any other man to touch his wife. Why do you feel like this? Do you also have designs on Sushma? Do you feel that if you allow me to have sex with Mr. Sethi, then you can fuck Sushma?" I told her that I had never thought of any such thing. That was a lie. However, my gullible wife easily accepted, or so I thought at that time.

She asked me then, "Will you not feel embarrassed or slighted or offended if he fucked me? If I allow anyone to touch me or play with me, later on you may blame me for the whole thing."

I gathered some courage and said, "Why should I feel embarrassed or slighted? I am the one who wants it to happen."

Tina had genuine expressions of surprise on her face. She asked me, "Will you not feel jealous?"

I promptly interjected, "Yes, I would feel jealous, if you did this in my absence or without my knowledge. I would like all to happen in my presence, with my knowledge."

She said, "That is all very well, but my conscience will not allow me to be unfaithful to my husband. Moreover, what would happen to Mrs. Sethi?" I kept explaining to her that she would do it only for me and that I did not think at all that she was unfaithful even after she had sex with another person in my presence. As far as Mrs. Sethi was concerned, I had no answer.

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Mrs. Sethi impressed me with more than her authority on classical music. When she talked on any subject, she got fully involved. She seemed so passionate, beautiful and sexy. In such a situation, I would not tire of looking at her. At that point, she slid quite close to me and did not care that her scarf, hiding swell of her breasts fell down and exposed her blouse, which accentuated swell of breasts. I could not remove my eyes from there. Often she caught me staring. Seeing me staring first and then taking my eyes away hurriedly later, she smiled indulgently indicating to me that she understood my reaction. Or was she pleased that I stared at her boobs?

Somewhere during that period, Mr. Sethi was called for an interview by a firm in Dubai. He left India for Dubai for two days. It was the night after he left for Dubai. At well past midnight, there was a knock on my bedroom back door. I and Tina were fast asleep. I staggered off to the door and opened it. I found Mrs. Sethi standing there. She was in her flimsy night dress fully drenched in sweat. She said that there was some electrical problem in her flat. Perhaps the fuse had blown. She asked me, if I could go and take a look at it. It was two am and no electrician was available.

Tina lay in bed snoring blissfully. I told her the situation. She asked me to lock the backdoor from outside and told me to go and attend the problem. She fell asleep before she could complete the sentence.

I picked up my tool kit and went to Mr. Sethi's apartment.

I was in my pyjama. Mrs. Sethi was wearing cotton night dress. Because of perspiration, her dress was sticking on her body and revealed her shapely contours. In the street light, she looked very desirable. I felt like hugging her and taking her in my arms. I took some time in identifying the problem. During that period, due to heat, I was also sweating heavily. I set right the fault and the lights came on only momentarily and again the fuse blew. I told her that there was some other problem. She said that just before the fuse had blown, there was some short circuit and sparks in her fan.

I told her that I shall have to climb up and check her fan. She suggested that I climb on her bed. However, the fan was still higher. I picked a stool from drawing room and tried to climb on it. The stool was unstable. Mrs. Sethi also stood up on bed, came closer and said that she would hold my legs and support me. I climbed on the unstable stool, placed on the mattress. I felt the pressure of her face on my crotch. I could not remain inert (who could, under such a situation?) I began to have an erection.

She must have felt my hard on, because she shuffled her position several times during the period I was fixing the wires. Her face was right at that point, where my erect penis made a tent in my pyjama. If she felt it, she did not say anything. I fixed the short circuit problem. Just when I was trying to come down, the stool tumbled and I fell right on top of Mrs. Sethi. In my desperation to hold onto something; I caught her shoulder with one hand and with the other, I caught one of her breasts and caught it firmly, as I fell on her. My actions were instantaneous and instinctive. My head and shoulder hit the edge of the bed and I passed out momentarily.

We both lay on the bed for a while. She was partially under me, our faces closely together. I gradually came around. Her eyes were looking into mine with some concern. My one hand instinctively still held onto her breast. She looked flustered. Even in that condition, I could not control myself. I pushed my lips onto hers and kissed her. Initially she tried to move her lips away. However, due to my weight, she could not do so. After sometime, she began to respond. She was conscious of my one hand cupping and squeezing her breast. She did not try to move my hand away. Rather, she shuffled her body and brought my one leg between her legs. That gave me courage. I inserted my tongue into her mouth. She sucked my tongue in her mouth and licked it with her tongue. However, all of a sudden she began to shuffle and move away. Gradually, we separated.