Zoya and her husband salman moved into a new town consequent upon his transfer and they picked this new apartment complex to live in until they could find a place of their own. Salman was 36 and zoya 32 years old and had been married since she was 28.she had done a lot of research to find one of the better neighborhoods as her husband was now becoming established in a well paying job so they would be able to afford a nicer home than the one they just moved out of. Their marriage was good and although they didn’t have any children, it didn’t bother either one of them as salman wanted to establish his career first before settling down and raising a family. This was one of the reasons for the move. They both decided that it was about time for them to have children. They wanted both; a boy and girl, but would be happy with any combination that they would be blessed with. She was thinking of stopping taking birth control pills so as to pave the way for her pregnancy. The neighbors
in the apartment complex were wonderful. Initially they were both reluctant to move into such a housing area because as a young couple they enjoy their privacy and knew that apartments were hotbeds of neighbor discontent due to parties and loud noises. This apartment on the other hand was quiet and all of the neighbors seemed to be older and more mature. This was a great place for them to live because of the company and safety. One of the neighbors; this story is about him; was a man named ashok, who lived in the unit next to salman and zoya’s. He was in his early thirties and a quiet man. He was quite good looking; about 5’7″ tall and fairly well built – dwarfing zoya’s 5’3″ frame though she was not diminutive herself. He appeared to be the quiet types keeping mostly to him.. His wife sangeeta was vivacious and friendly and used to meet zoya very often..

They were also married only for 2 years. So didn’t have any child. They were just enjoying the young married life…. Zoya’s husband salman had talked to ashok on occasion and they’d become pretty good friends, playing golf, going to watch cricket matches once in a while. For movies all of them would go together and it used to be great fun.. Whenever ashok was around, he’d look at zoya in a different kind of way.. He seemed to be “checking her out” whenever salman wasn’t looking. This didn’t bother her and she didn’t feel threatened because he was always so nice and considerate to them. And besides, zoya worked quite hard to keep her body in shape, so it was somewhat satisfying to be appreciated. She would run every day, and workout, and watch what she ate.. She had never thought about what it’d be like to be with a man because the life she shared with her husband was quite satisfactory and everything in their life seemed to be going well, including their sex life. However sh
e was a person with a strong libido; one who required sex on a regular basis. She had also made a few friends on the net; both male and female and one gentleman who had regular relationships with girls besides his wife used to advise zoya to do so as well. Sex was never far from her thoughts and she treated it in a matter of fact manner. She used to be surprised when she read in the papers or saw in the movies how big an issue infidelity was made out to be. For zoya it was just another pleasurable activity. More so since it could be had with the person she loved; her husband. But she did not consider it wrong if her husband had sex with any other female and she applied the same rule to herself. With such ideas it was surprising that zoya was a virgin when she got married. She had worked in a reputed concern for a few years before her wedding and she had really enjoyed herself when the pre employment medical exam had taken place.. She had not been coy in front of the male doc
tor at all and had willingly stripped and cooperated. As she was leaving she could distinctly see a bulge in the doctor’s trouser and zoya had quietly stifled a chuckle.

The way ashok looked at her when salman wasn’t looking always made her feel special. It was at those moments that she again remembered what salman would at times say ‘a wife should be so sexy that other people should get an erection when they see her and not the other way round.’ and she used to laugh. However she saw to it that her choot was always well shaped. The lips were almost always hairless as salman liked them. On the mound she did maintain some hair in different shapes at times a heart, at times a vertical line. Whenever she’d catch ashok looking, he’d be having a big grin on his face and then just turn away. Zoya took pride in her body, especially her firm breasts and thick nipples. Occasionally zoya wore tight t-shirts and like most young women went without a bra at home. In flats privacies are not watertight and at times sangeeta and ashok had seen her like this. Sangeeta had been nonchalant and had perhaps not even noticed her thick nipples but in front of ashok
she would be somewhat embarrassed because she herself was aware that her nipples would protrude into tiny buttons visible on the front of her shirt. Though she could cover herself with a dupatta she never did. One evening she was in the washroom doing the laundry. This was a chore that no woman likes to do, but was essential. She wanted to finish this task before salman got home from work. She had plans for the night, that didn’t include doing chores. She’d been thinking about salman all day and was looking forward to some really good sex that evening. When she finally finished, she picked up the basket and headed to their balcony to dry the clothes. She could see ashok standing in his balcony smiling at her. She was glad to see him and waved to him. He waved back. Only last week sangeeta went to her parents place for about a month during the school vacations. Zoya asked him to come over for dinner as he was alone. He replied that he ‘hated to eat and run’, he should be goi
ng because he had an important meeting in the morning and he didn’t want to be tired after a late night but that he would drop in for a little while. Things proceeded as usual. Salman and she had a nice dinner after which he went into one of the back rooms to get a magazine that he had borrowed from ashok. She got up from the table to begin the chore of doing the dishes. Ashok walked up behind her and put his hand on her ass and gave it a tight squeeze. She was surprised but couldn’t help noticing that his hand nearly covered one of her cheeks. When she looked at him too dumbfounded to speak, he squeezed it again and whispered thank you again for the invitation. With that, he winked at her, turned and walked away. She was too stunned to react. It frankly left her disturbed but not in an unpleasant sort of way. After that it seemed that ashok was always touching her when salman was not looking. She didn’t mind and felt that it was his way of bonding with a friend. He would ho
ld her hand, touch her bare foot with his toes or give a playful tug on her anklets. It wasn’t sexual except for the time she had called him for dinner and he had fondled her ass, but it really didn’t bother her. She didn’t feel threatened by him. Perhaps… because ashok was likeable and she liked him. One night the dinner did take place. Salman said that he had eaten too much and that he was going for a walk. He asked whether they would like to accompany him. Ashok said that he had to complete a project and hence would be going. Zoya said that she couldn’t accompany him just like that, bare footed. She had to look for her shoes. Salman said ‘forget it, i will soon be back within five minutes so don’t bother.’

As soon as he left, ashok turned to her and put his hands on her shoulders and as she looked up into his eyes, he pulled her close to him and put his lips on hers. She’d been wondering what it would be like to kiss him, but that is about as far as the thought went until that moment. His lips were soft and warm. He felt as powerful as he held her and she could feel her resistance melt almost immediately. The kiss actually felt really good and just the thought of doing it, made it feel quite exciting. The kiss was not just a peck on the lips, but one that began to linger. She opened her lips and his tongue began to brush lightly against them. The soft sensuous feeling of his tongue sent shivers up her back. While kissing, he grabbed her hand and pulled it down between them placing it on his lund , which had become stiff and was probably the biggest lund zoya had ever felt in her life and she had not felt too many but it appeared to be among the biggest she had seen. She gave it
a squeeze; a formal sort; after all what is a lady expected to do when her hand is on a lund . The first thought that went through her head was that she didn’t know how sangeeta could put this thing inside herself. She had once mentioned shyly that her husband was quite big there and that if zoya ever had to put it inside her she would know that sex with him unless one was extremely aroused was not so enjoyable. It was indeed bigger than what zoya had imagined. Sangeeta was right. After all he was her husband. As they broke the kiss, he told her that he had wanted to do that for quite some time. Zoya blushed and remained kept quiet not really knowing what to say.

That night as she lay in bed with her husband, she couldn’t help but think of the day’s happenings. Salman was asleep, but she was not even close to being tired. Sure, the intercourse that she had with her husband was good but doing it with someone else seemed thrilling. All the times that he had apparently inadvertently touched her and the winks he had given her were all beginning to mean something to her now. She knew that he and salman were good friends but the relationship between ashok and her was different. There seemed to be more of a man and woman bond than just friendship. Although nothing sexual had happened, she couldn’t help wondering if it would, now that he had put her hand on his lund . She couldn’t start being unfaithful to her husband, especially now that they were planning on making a baby, but the thought of having sex with ashok was now on her mind. Since it was sunday the next day, she decided that she would talk to ashok. With the desire that she now had
, she decided k wo askok se ek baar to chudh sakti hai. She couldn’t do it with him more than that and she’d tell him. She had to see how that his lund looked like and what it was like inside her choot. Sangeeta had been having fun with it for far too long and that too alone. Zoya convinced herself that her intention was not to cheat on her husband but well just to figure out what another lund felt like. In her hand, mouth and choot. Apne pati ke alawa kisi aur se kewal ek baar chudhne mein kya harj hai.! She asked herself. Impulsive, or over sexed, or anything but she just had to have a go at that, just once. With that, she fell asleep.

The next morning as she was preparing breakfast for salman, he told her that he would be away for a couple if days on business tour as he got the message early in the morning when she was asleep. She had some feelings of guilt for even entertaining the idea of making love to ashok. The more she thought of it, the more the feelings were replaced with feelings of lust. By the time salman left for the business tour, she couldn’t wait to see ashok. As soon as salman was out of the door, she called ashok on the phone and told him to come over to the house when he was dressed as she’d like to talk to him. He said that he would come over right away. She told him there was no hurry but he said that nevertheless he would come. About fifteen minutes later there was a soft knocking on the door. She was still in her nighty with nothing underneath and after apologizing to ashok she made some coffee. She told him that she’d been thinking about the previous night and their friendship. She t
old him that she could see the way things were going and she really wasn’t disappointed. With a knot forming in the pit of her stomach, she asked him if he’d like to make love to her. He looked at her with astonishment on his face, and said that it would be the answer to his prayers. She told him that she had been thinking about him also, but that he could only do it this one time. She didn’t want it to happen ever again because she and salman were planning on making a family and sex with somebody else after she stopped taking pills would not be right. When she got up to clear the table, ashok came towards her and turned her towards him. Her back was against the kitchen counter. She looked into his eyes and could again see the look she’d seen before. She now recognized it as lust, as his lips lowered to meet her again.. Ashok was wearing shorts and as they kissed, she reached between their bodies and could feel his stiff lund . Again she was amazed at his erection and her bo
dy began to tingle just thinking that in a few moments he might be attempting to push it into her choot. Ashok reached out and pulled her robe open.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath and his hand slipped down between her legs to the wet spot. She bent her legs slightly as his hand went between them. His middle finger immediately found her stiff little button and she almost came as he rubbed the sticky fluid from her choot on her clit. His finger slid into her depths. His hand was large so was his finger. So many thought clouded zoya’s mind. Letting him have fun was one thing; after all that wasn’t adultery. But kisi se chudhwana doosri baat. Could she do it? Should she do it? Ashok fingered her choot until she just about collapsed leaning against the counter. He lifted her up and sat her on the counter top edge. Her legs spread on either side of his waist. He took her exposed breasts in both his hands. ‘Lovely. Absolutely lovely.waaaahhh aplana bhabhi kkya chuchiya hai… lovely boobs.. I love them’ he said squeezing them gently and then gradually he rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. In the process
her nipples became wet with her own juices. It took no time for them to become erect and her choot became even wet. Slowly and so agonizingly he brought his mouth down and without letting his tongue come in contact with the nipples took it between his teeth and looking into her eyes bit it lightly. God! She moaned uncontrollably. Sangeeta was right. She was the one who had told me that your boobs were absolutely juicy. I felt their heat and that’s why i use to get hard on when ever i looked them. Sachh zoya tumhare boobs kisi bhi mard ka lund khada kar denge. These were the words she had used and she was absolutely right. You know your choot is different as compared to sangeeta’s but certainly the type that i like. Tumhari ye ubhari huyi gulabi choot..aaahhaa. . Lagta hai gulab ki do tazi pankhudi chipki huyi hai.. Kitni gori aur chikni hai. And he put his hands there. Aahhhh..ashoooooook kk.. Mar jaungiii maii….she pressed his hands on her choot lips. Ashok kissed her lip
s and said “stupid question but obviously you have not had the opportunity of seeing sangeeta nude?’

It was then that she recalled that one day sangeeta had come to their house and had asked her to try on a t shirt since it was big for her.. She thought of going to another room since she did not leave but she had smiled and told zoya not to be shy. So she had tried on the t shirt in front of her and it was then that she would have noticed her breasts. And she had promptly told her husband. He came closer and she could see him bend. Towards her choot. ‘You know i have a panty fetish. Pity you are not wearing one right now or else i would have certainly taken it. Next time perhaps.’ zoya was too aroused to listen to him but nevertheless she nodded. She felt his breath …then his lips….it was agonizing. Her choot lips were aching for him to do more….he licked around her labia…then little kisses followed by firmer use of his tongue until zoya found herself thrusting her lower body up to meet his lips. His lips closed over her clit and it was as if an electric shock ran th
rough her body as he sucked it into his mouth, the tongue swirling over it releasing all the pent up desire that had been generated as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. She screamed….ohhhh. .ashoookkk… kya kar rahe hain aap ! He held her firm as her orgasm shuddered its way through her body. Zoya wanted more. However she took control of herself and shook her head to find her bearings.. ‘No, i have not seen sangeeta’s choot.’ he backed up momentarily, made a gesture as if to say ‘oh i see’ and proceeded to pull his shorts down to his knees. He was not wearing any underwear and a big dick emerged. The head was big and the skin was normal. His shaft was almost a perfect dark brown color, and was knotty and veined, the foreskin covering the head. ‘ Aapka lund to kafi mota aur bara hai. Sangeeta ka kya haal karte honge aap.’

Zoya said. Ashok laughed uncertainly. ‘May i touch it?” of course.. Ye tumhare liye hi hai… Meri zoya…ise haise chaho pyaar karo..’ he replied. Zoya proceeded to wrap her fingers around his erect lund and pulled the foreskin back. ‘You know sometime back i had read a novel where the protagonist too was similarly endowed and had a great time with ladies. What did your girlfriends have to say about this?’ ashok laughed again. ‘What do you think? Why don’t you ask sangeeta? You….you comfortable with orals?’ he asked. Zoya nodded and proceeded to wrap her lips around it.
‘wo to main kar dungi lekin mujhe nai lagta k main issko apne andar le paungi. Aap sangeeta ho roz chodhte hain?’

‘ye bhi koi poochne ki baat hai. Salman bhi to tumko roz chodhte honge.’

‘haan! Ye to hai. Lekin aap ye na sochiyega k jab tak sangeeta nahi aati aap mujhe bhi chodhte rahenge.

Sirf ek baar. Theek hai?’

She teased the tip with her tongue and attempted to take it fully inside her mouth.. She took more into her mouth, leaving little lipstick marks on the uncircumcised member that would soon be giving her pleasure. To some extent she did succeed and could feel him moan with pleasure. Now she decided that the time had come to let her other lips i.e. choot lips have a taste of this. His oral assault had accelerated her desire. She knew that perhaps it would hurt, but she was willing to try. After all when a married woman is willing to try another lund one can’t be too choosey. At this point she couldn’t have stopped him anyway. She could see the end was glistening with pre-cum as he guided it to her choot-lips. ‘Wrap your legs around me.’ he said and she silently but willingly complied. He laid his lund onto zoya’s choot, the shaft resting on her lips. Zoya was trembling now, wanting him inside her as he forced her legs further back. Ashok moved his shaft up and down her crack wh
ich was slippery and soft. He still hadn’t entered her. She recalled having seen something akin to this in an x rated film. It was a good thing that her choot was so wet because when he tried to enter her, he stretched her lips as far as they would go. She had never had anything in her as big as that and she suddenly remembered sangeeta’s words. She would have perhaps preferred one with a more reasonable and size. Her clit was stretched tight against the top of his lund as he worked it in slowly. For a second, she thought it was going to be a futile attempt to let this man fuck her, and then she could feel its length slowly begin to enter her.

She could feel the head of his lund as it pushed into her a little at a time. Zoya didn’t want to stop. She was very aroused at this point. Ashok’s lund head split the outer lips….zoya clenched his hand as she took the first few inches…..but there was more to go and it got thicker down the length. Ashok came out. Then in….each stroke getting him further inside her body. Finally with a grunt he inserted it fully inside her choot. Her face was covered in perspiration and the feeling of fullness was awesome as he started a rhythmic thrusting into her. Her belly trembled under this assault and her hands clutched his back, her long painted nails digging into his flesh. Just watching what he was doing to her, was driving her over the edge. His hips moved back and forth slowly and as his lund became sticky with her juice, it inched into her. Finally she could feel his balls touching her ass and as she looked down between them, she could clearly see his lund was deep inside her
. The first time that a lund other than her husband’s was exploring the secrets of her choot. She did not know his experiences with other pussies and she didn’t care. Her hips worked back and forth and the feeling was incredible. Almost immediately her choot began to convulse in an intense orgasm. When it tightened around his lund , he must have been overwhelmed by the feeling also. She could feel his lund begin to throb and the head swelled to a size that wouldn’t let it out of her immediately.

Her choot had a death-grip on his lund and wouldn’t let him withdraw. His attempts to pull it out proved somewhat unsuccessful. While apologizing for doing it, he began to shoot his sticky sperm deep inside of her tummy. She could feel his lund expand each time the head unloaded its hot creamy load into her. Ashok held her tight against him until their orgasms subsided. It wasn’t until minutes later that his lund began to get flaccid, that he was able to withdraw his cum soaked lund from deep within her choot. She told him he didn’t need to apologize, but she would need to go into the bathroom and clean up. He kissed her again. As zoya got down from the counter top, a big gob of his white cum began to drip from her stretched choot. She couldn’t believe how much he had pumped into her. Her choot felt like it would never be the same. She had never stretched it as much as it had just been and the lips were swollen and almost sore. But ashok seemed to have some thing else in his
mind. He picked zoya up and took her to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. He slid into bed next to her and she could feel the heat of his body.. He held her face with both hands and lowered his head next to herd on the pillow and brushed his lips against hers. Zoya was hot but still she managed a laugh. ‘What is it that you have in mind? Humne faisla kiya tha na k apko chodhne ka kewal ek mauka dungi. One means one. Your quota is over now. ”Come on. One means one time. Not necessarily one discharge. ‘She laughed again. ‘Ok. Make the most of this one chance.’she could feel one of his hands grip her ass and pull her tight against him. Though zoya was not very keen; after all how much can one get fucked; but he perhaps had not even masturbated since sangeeta had gone away and was making up for lost time. His lund was like an iron rod that was pressed its length between their bellies.. Zoya immediately pulled her leg up and over the top of his. She was open now for him to pla
y. They kissed and touched; he sucked on her breasts and made her nipples become as stiff as marbles. She could have almost cum again without him touching her.. She had my hand around his lund when he threw the covers back and grabbed her legs with both of his hands and pulled them apart.. He planted himself on top of her and told her that he couldn’t wait any longer, that he wanted his lund inside her choot. Again, she was quite thankful that her choot was extremely wet with the previous climax. Ashok guided his lund to the entrance of her choot and slowly eased his weight down on top of her. In two thrusts it was inside her. They would have been locked together again, but he made her lie on her back and pushed her knees back against her chest allowing him deeper penetration inside her. The more he reamed his lund in and out of her looser and more sensitive her choot lips became. She told him that if he wanted he could squirt his load of cum inside of her and perhaps that i
s what he wanted to hear because at that moment he withdrew all but the bulbous head from her choot-lips and said. ‘Just one more request. Doggy style,’ she nodded. He pulled her hips until she was on her knees and elbows. She spread her legs apart and arched her back so her choot was exposed to him. Ashok mounted her from the rear and it was easier for him to penetrate her . He pulled her hips tight against his pelvis and she knew that she could feel the tip of his lund touching her choot lips. She braced herself as he slammed his lund into her for about five minutes before he let loose with another load of hot searing sperm. She could feel the hot jets of liquid squirt deep inside of her. Again and again the liquid spewed from the slit at the end of his lund . When he finally finished she could feel a large amount of his sperm squirt from her choot and leak down the cheeks of her ass and onto the sheets. Her eyes wandered towards the wall clock… it’s late. You better get
going. My maid will be here any time. Aur aap bhi hudd karte hain. Kya koi apni parosan
A few days passed uneventfully. One evening ashok happened to see salman and zoya as they were leaving to attend some social function. Zoya was wearing a black saree. She had on a halter neck blouse and the saree was tied at least three to four inches below her belly button. Ashok tried hard not to stare but couldn’t help it. She was looking very pretty.. A unique combination of exquisite dressing and tasteful jewellery. Ashok awoke the next morning reflecting on the night before. He felt his lund begin to grow.. He pulled his lund out and began to gently stroke it. He thought better of it when he heard someone get in the shower. He put his dick back in his underwear, threw on some jeans, and slipped out of the bedroom door bare chest, heading down the stairs. He hoped it was salman in the shower and that zoya was downstairs, not the other way around. He heard a dish rattling as someone was getting coffee. He rounded the corner and there she was. Zoya was wearing just a long
shirt down to her knees, and panties underneath. She turned her head when she heard a noise behind her, and she smiled a nervous smile when she saw ashok. ‘You.. You shouldn’t be here.’ she cried. You are such a tease.. I just couldn’t help it.’ ashok replied. ‘But salman is around. And we had decided that we would do it only once. ”I… i know but salman is in the bathroom and after last evening i couldn’t control myself. Please try to understand. I know you love salman and he too must be loving you. I too love you. I can’t really help it, can i? Sangeeta is also not here and even if she was she is well, okay. But she is my wife and i love her also. I know as a lady you wish to avoid any activity that may lead to pregnancy. If you are off the pills, let me know and i’ll go right away.. But at this moment i need you. As a friend. Please don’t refuse me. ”Okay. I won’t but try to understand. Don’t be greedy. Aap ek baar to chodh chuke hain na mujhe. Just as we had decided s
o lets stop here. We can do two things. Either we stop this fucking right now. It would be embarrassing for me to be caught either by salman or by sangeeta with your lund in my choot. After all my idea was not to be unfaithful but to experiment. Agar aap mujhe chodhna chahte hain baar baar to hame kuch aisa karma hoga k salman bhi to sangeeta ko chodhen’. ‘I don’t mind but please don’t waste this time. Please.’ he begged. It was true that his presence was not an unpleasant surprise her crotch had begun to tingle with excitement just at the sight of him. What he said broke down whatever little resolve she had to refuse him. She too had noticed ashok’s stare the previous evening but had pretended to ignore it. Just as salman had started the car, she had looked at ashok and given him a teasing smile. She was surprised when he slipped his arms around her waist and his lips were on hers. It was true that the shower was going and she knew that salman was out of the way but it was
risky nevertheless. Her mouth sucked on his lip eagerly as his hands slid up over her shirt to grasp her breasts. “mmmm…” she moaned into his mouth as his hands kneaded them erotically. Tingles of arousal shot from her breasts straight down to her crotch, and her choot moistened. The young demure wife was helpless when he spun her around, and her arms went around his neck. They kissed passionately, tongues exploring each other’s mouth as he pressed her against the counter. He squeezed her ass cheeks through her shirt as they made out, and zoya was very conscious of the bulge in his jeans pressed against her belly. She broke the kiss and began to kiss at his chest, her tongue snaking out and teasing at his nipple. She allowed him to lift her up onto the counter and she watched, passively as he slid her shirt up above her waist. She placed her feet at the edge of the counter on either side of him, showing him her white cotton panties. Her vagina was buzzing uncontrollably no
w, anticipating the attention she would soon receive. Ashok knelt down between her legs,

Impatient, she reached down with one hand between her legs. He watched her as she slowly eased her panties to one side, exposing first little curls of her pubic hair, and then the swollen pink lips of her choot. She looked down at the man between her legs, desire in her eyes, holding her panties aside for him. He looked into her eyes as his lips touched her cunt in a kiss. More tingles shot up her shapely body and she had to stifle a moan. His tongue snaked out and he slowly licked from the bottom of her delicious choot up to the top, nudging her clitoris when he got there. He slid his tongue in between the folds of her cunt, tasting her, gathering her juices. He sucked the lips of her choot into his mouth and he began to run his tongue lightly up and down them, causing her to squirm before him. “ohhh…” she sighed, subtly writhing her crotch in his face as he ate her out. He released her lips, his tongue sneaking up to her clit. He teased her sensitive button with his tongu
e, lightly running a circle around it. She placed her feet on his shoulders, unable to sit still.. Suddenly, he sucked her tiny clitoris into his mouth, trapping it between his lips.!” she gasped, a little too loudly as bolts of pleasure fired throughout her body. Ashok ran his tongue lightly but rapidly back and forth across the clit that he held between his lips, knowing she was getting closer to the edge. He released her clit, and using long, soft strokes, began to lap at the little nub over and over again.…” she whispered, feeling an orgasm approach. His tongue was unrelenting, using those long, gentle strokes, she writhed her cunt into his face. “unh!….” was all she could squeak out as orgasm hit her full force. Her heart was pounding, her breath wouldn’t come, the inner walls of her choot were pulsating. She stretched her legs out behind his head as he continued lapping at her cunt. “oh god!” she gasped, finally able to catch her breath as her orgasm subsided a lit
tle. Ashok stood up, pulling his lund out of his jeans as he did so. Zoya stared hungrily at the lund he held in his hand. She had seen, felt it earlier too but she was again mesmerized by it. Her one hand still held her panties to one side as she reached for his lund with the other. Her hand gripped his shaft as he stepped closer. She eagerly ran it down the puckered lips of her wet choot, stopping only when it reached her entrance. In the back of their minds, both were aware of the shower still running. He stared down at the sight of his lund pressed against the pink and slightly opened lips of her choot. He pushed forward and watched them part for him, allowing him to squeeze inside. “ohhhh…” she sighed as she felt her choot slowly fill up. He just kept pushing, her horny choot taking more and more of his long lund until finally, he was inside her all the way in just one stroke. She was hot and her choot muscles had a tight grip on his lund , and he just kept himself de
ep inside her for a moment, cherishing the intense feelings that had overcome him. Still holding her panties to the side with one hand, zoya reached up with the other and pulled his head down to her. Her searching lips found his and they kissed passionately, tongues exploring as he slowly pulled his rod out of her partway. He jammed it back in, hard, and she gasped in his mouth as a bolt of pleasure shot up her body once again. They held each other close as he began to slide himself in and out of her needy choot, her feet were flailing helplessly behind his thrusting ass. Salman continued having his shower, having no idea that his good friend was right down stairs with his lund buried in his wife and that too with her consent. Zoya, meanwhile, was on the verge of another orgasm. This man’s lund touched her so differently! It felt so good sliding in and out of her like that! She came, moaning, breaking the kiss. Ashok leaned back and watched his dick slide in and out of the p
ink folds of her choot, her tiny hand holding those panties so far to the side he was su

Ashok’s jeans were around his ankles, his underwear around his knees, and his ass was thrusting full speed in between zoya’s wide open legs. He would hear her stifled moans of ecstasy. Ashok continued to pound into her, he could feel his balls begin to heat up and he knew it wouldn’t be long now. He moaned, jack hammering into her a few more times quickly. He grunted, lund jerking inside her, letting loose a thick stream of his hot cum. His dick jerked again, another load of his semen firing inside her. They moaned in unison as he half collapsed on her, his dick still trickling. They both realized suddenly, that the shower had stopped, and neither had an idea how long that was the case. His lips found hers and they kissed for a moment as he softened inside her. Then they broke it off and he slipped his semi hard penis out of her full choot, pulled up his pants and underwear, quickly pocketed her panties after taking them off her bare feet where they had slid down and went awa
y as quickly as he had come. She tried to protest when he pocketed her panties but there was no time so she just let the shirt fall back in place. She felt some cum dribble down her legs as she became busy with domestic chores. Salman came down moments later, ready for breakfast. Zoya froze. She knew that her husband too had a strong
Libido and he got aroused whenever he saw her skimpily attired. Even that was fine but he fondled her breasts and often his wayward hand wandered towards her choot. He would certainly be surprised at her wetness and that too while doing something as mundane as preparing breakfast. She told salman that breakfast was ready and started going towards her room but was promptly stopped midway. You are looking very sexy and i would say your face has a particular glow… akin to what you have when you are aroused.’ salman said as his hand found her breast under the shirt. Zoya knew that there was only one way to avoid what would be a catastrophe. ‘Come on! If you are in the mood, say so. Why pass it on to me?’ she said as she unzipped his trouser and took out his semi erect lund that was gradually hardening. ‘Hey, i got to go to the office.’ salman protested. Zoya just ignored him as she licked his lund like a cone before her lips engulfed it in her mouth. Her eyes met that of her hu
sband and she enjoyed the sensation as he gradually stiffened in her mouth. She expelled it from her mouth and for a moment watched it glistening with her saliva. She then took just the head in her mouth and slowly sucked as much of it inside as her mouth could accommodate. Slowly she increased the tempo and it was not long before salman discharged. Zoya kept the lund firmly inside her mouth; she was thinking what a strange day it was. When she had got up she had no idea that she would be having cum in both set of lips that nature had given her..

While her choot lips had enjoyed ashok’s cum her facial lips were filled with her husband’s cum. ‘That was great.’ salman said and before going insisted on licking her choot despite her protestations. …does salman even know that in addition to my juices, he has also got a taste of ashok’s cum. Salman quickly went to his bedroom and it was at that moment the bell rang. She opened the door to find ashok with a plate. It often happened that she would send something edible to his house especially when his wife was away. ‘Hi! Where is salman?’ he enquired cautiously. ‘In the bathroom.’ she replied innocently. Immediately ashok slammed his lips over hers and before she could react he had pried her mouth open and sucked her tongue, his hands over her buttocks. He released her as quickly as he had grabbed her. Zoya couldn’t help laughing.. What was happening? What did providence have in store for her? First salman had tasted ashok though her and now the reverse had happened. Ashok
too had tasted salman’s cum through her. Before she could say anything to ashok salman also came out into the drawing cum dining room. She knew that it gave salman a kick to see her skimpily attired especially in the house. This was however the first time that he would see her this way i.e. in just a long shirt and that too without panties (though of course it was not possible to make out that she was pantyless) in front of another man. She watched her husband closely but he appeared quite nonchalant. Ashok and salman met one another formally. Ashok thanked them both for taking care of his needs when his wife was away. Zoya realized that ashok was speaking the truth. She was indeed taking care of his many needs. Soon ashok excused himself and left followed by salman. She heard salman’s car start and she immediately dialed ashok. ‘Why did you kiss me?’ she enquired. ‘I.. I am sorry. Just couldn’t control myself. I was feeling horny.’ ashok replied. ‘Horny? When you had discha
rged just about half an hour back? Ashok, please realize. This is risky. I could have been seen by anyone… the maid, even salman.’ ‘i understand but what the hell! I mean if a man can have two wives, why can’t you have two husbands?’ ashok said.

‘Sure, why not?’ zoya said sarcastically ‘ so why don’t you talk to salman? And if that is difficult why not tell sangeeta that henceforth you will also be zoya’s husband? ”I guess you are right. I shouldn’t have done that.’ he replied. ‘Good. Learn to keep your lund in control. Too much playing around with a choot can be bad for its health.’ zoya said tongue in cheek and hung up. She sat and mulled over the day’s developments. If things had to carry on as they were carrying on she would have to involve either salman or sangeeta so that they could have a threesome at least and the risk could be substantially reduced. Thereafter the fourth person could also be involved but the question was how to go about it and who to tackle first; her husband or ashok’s wife.