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The Two Couples Chapter 4

I don't know. Really. That morning when I woke up - that Friday - right from drinking the first cup of coffee to after sending Raj off to work all I could think of was sex. I brought myself off on the bed and one thought that kept breaking through the horny haze my mind had become that morning was Rana. His cock pelting my pussy, his cock in my ass. Me slurping his.

For heaven's sake, I reprimanded myself. I told myself I had not even seen what his rod looked like, for all I knew it was thin and small, for I knew he was a lousy lover. But the thought kept assaulting my senses. Maybe it was that they were going away, that my fantasies when with Raj of Rana fucking me would become hard to believe. I don't know. I really don't know.

The morning passed in agony, a little relief came when Raj came for lunch, I told him to go ahead and eat while I went under the table and sucked darling dry. I dozed off after he went back to work and in the sleepy drowsy state the idea came.

I printed the eight pieces of paper that had four 'YES' and four 'NO' on them, pur a glass on the table and waited. I didn't know if I had the courage to carry on the mission. But when I saw them, I saw the look in Raj's eyes as he watched Nasreen's swaying ass - a delicious ass I might tell you, one I would like to bare and lick too - and I saw the flash of lust in Rana's eyes as he eyes my cleavage and turned his eyes away.

I said what I had to say and that was now history. I watched Raj and Nasreen get into the car, I blew a kiss to him and got in with Rana. "Drive towards the city, Rana." I said.

We drove in silence for a while. I was getting restless, the close proximity to the man I had fantasized about for so long now made me a little horny and reckless. Seeing a little road down the road, one that lead to a cover of palm oil trees I asked Rana to slow down and pull up over there.

Raj and I had experienced this place before, it was quite lonely and no one from the road could see us.

"I can't wait any longer." I asked Rana. "Can you."

"I have waited a long time."

"I want a aperitif, a trailer." I whipped my T-shirt, my bare tits jiggled for him and his eyes became riveted to them. I felt the bulge in his pants become bigger as my hands reached to his crotch and checked him out. A sigh of relied as I felt a substantial bulge. I tried to undo his pants from the position I was in and could, he hurriedly helped me out, pulling his pants and boxers down and his hard throbbing cock was mine for taking.

It was magnificent, it was immense, it was a little bigger than Raj's fatter and seeing a cut cock for the first time I held it, running through the contours and shaped with my fingers. He throbbed jerking with the pleasure. His throb telling me more than his shy silence could. I picked of his hand and placed it on my tit.

He used the other hand to maneuver the lever next to the seat to push the car seat back and I sank my lips on to this beauty. It tasted funny at first, not used to the soft unblemished skin, missing the foreskin, missing the dripping precum that Raj forever produced.

It is a different cock, I guess it had to be different in every way. I sank further, making the head of the cock hit the back of my throat and began to bob up and down. He was grunting, small, stifled grunts of pleasure. I worked on him, my hand stroking the rest of the cock, up and down as saliva dripped over it, making it slick and bringing him to the edge. I felt like a starved virgin eating her first cock.

There is something funny about humans. We love a person, we like to fuck them again and again, in new positions and new styles. But after a while, even though the love is there, the affection, the togetherness, the lust loses some luster. Making love to someone for the first time, for the first times is a high that is indescribable. I felt the same urgent tingle all over body I felt when I first fucked you Raj. That thrill of taking your cock in the mouth, sensing it swell in the mouth as it spewed the seed was something I did not realize I could miss so much.

I felt that tingle in my body now, as I felt his cock stretch my mouth wide and throbbed and throbbed and throbbed. I love you Raj but that feeling of taking the man for the first time, of tasting his cum, of knowing that I still have a lot of time to feel him in my ass and pussy, empty his balls was a thrill I became high on.

He lifted his ass, plunging his cock in me, I had to struggle to put his down. The semen tasted sweet, a little bitter, a little orange flavored. I drank it and I licked him clean.

A few minutes to let him catch his breath, to stuff his flaccid cock back in his pants and for me to clean my face reasonably, we were off.

Rana was in a little extravagant mood, as I clung to his arm, pressing my boobs against him he signed in for a deluxe suit. The place was spacious, a bedroom that could be closed off with a sliding door, a TV and a couch in what was a living room, a Jacuzzi with a huge bath. I for a moment missed not having planned it as a even together. I would have loved to have you guys here right now. Watch you fuck Nasreen. Watch you watch me take this magnificent cock and see the flush of satiation on my face.

But that was not so, what was that Rana was here. He excused himself, he wanted to go to toilet, I gave him a little time alone, waited for the flush to go off and the shower start, I knocked the door, he opened it, dripping and wet. I stood on the doorway and watched him get back to into the shower. I watched him get hard seeing me watch. I slowly took off my clothes and threw them, entering the cubicle. Washing away my face and rinsing my body.

How long do you think it took me to get my own needs done and attend to his cock, throbbing against my tummy. Not long right, still dripping wet I pulled away, hurriedly drying the most damp areas, letting the time and body heat take care of the rest. We were on the bed, kissing. His thick mustache tickling me, his rough hands kneading my tits. I was asking to do it harder. I begging him to cool my overheated cunt. His finger began to enter my already getting wet pussy, his finger started to spread the lips apart, caressing the insides, checking my insides.

Raj, I tell you your Rita was at that moment a horny bitch who wanted to just fuck this man, wanted to impale myself on him, to squeeze his seed out. I kissed him lustily and I bent down and kissed his chest, bit him and holding his throbbing cock in my hands I pointed him the way.

I have experienced, I hate it but at that moment the pain of his cock stretch my vagina to the limit was joyous. As my pussy slid over his cock, I gasped, I screamed. I sat there for long, I don't know how long and when he turned me around and began to gently saw me I was delirious. I moaned and I think I was mouthing profanities, telling him in Hindi he was my cock, I was his whore. That seemed to just probe me even more. His cock was the only thing I could see, the only thing that existed then.

He took to the brink and he lead me to the cliff and he plunged me there. I dropped, taken him with me. I wanted him to talk call me names, tell me how good I was, he would speak a work. I was scratching him, biting him, telling him was a dog fucking a bitch.

When he came I came too, for the tenth time. I came too with lusty moan. I squeezed my pussy tight against his cock and squeezed his balls with my hand. Even after cumming in me he would stop for a long while, kept hammering away at my delicate pussy, making me crazy and making me cum again.

I kissed him all over afterwards, eating his cock, taking in our mixed juices. I pulled him towards my cunt, holding his head by his hair.

He resisted: "I have never done this before..."

"What?" I weep half in disbelief. "Are you serious? Nasreen is missing it."

He blushed, can you believe that, the big heavy pathan with a big mustache and a bigger cock was red in the face.

"No I mean, I have, but before we.... you know before I came in her."

"I am glad and upset to hear that man. Glad you at least don't deprive the sexy wife of yours of this basic pleasure and upset that a pussy after you have used it is a no no."

"I mean, you see, I mean."

"I don't fucking know anything really. But I tell you, it is the sexiest thing to watch your man eat you after. And I tell you, we are going to do everything in the little time we have. Dirty or not... Now eat me Rana."

He was hesitant at first, his tongue just barely jabbing at my cunt. He began to open up, he maybe liked his own taste, maybe the mixture of his and my juice made a good cocktail. He began to slurp soon enough. I lead him to my clitoris, I made him suck it, I made him clean my pussy, made him make it ready for another heart pounding, soul shattering assault on it. It was dawn when he at last came again, both smelling by now of sex. He pounded me from behind, he made me want to pass out.

When we were done, when we were done for the moment we fell apart and slept.

Raj, we did not go out of the room for the most part. Going to lunch for a little while, coming back and fucking. I just could get enough of him, and I felt now he couldn't get enough of me. I was wishing we had a week instead of two days, we had months. I wished we had broken this ice and fucked like rabbits all this while. Above all I wanted to know you and Nasreen were doing. I wanted to see Rana's face when you made her scream and came into her pussy.

He had by afternoon begun to talk while he fucked.

I made him call me a bitch, I made him call me a whore. I made him ask for what he wanted.

"What do you want?" I asked him, his hand on both my tits and his cock pounding into me.

"To fuck you everyday."

"You can forget about that. What else. Say the dirtiest thing you want me to do, you can imagine me doing." He was not either imaginative, or he was still not fully opened up.
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