Sex Guest House

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Our house was built in the 1960 es and is old fashioned. We have a lovely guest room adjoining our bedroom which Consequently was to be the staging area of an exquisite sexual adventure for my wife Manju and I . In six years of marriage Manju has become quite sexy and we have talked sex , man and women freely . 

Last year a friend of mine was visiting from Banglore and was staying with us. His wife remained at home, 1000 Kms away. One evening we all went out to dinner. Manju was dressed in a tight black silk blouse and sari on her Gadrai sexy body . She wore a white lace bra ,the edges of which just peeked out from her blouse. All throughout dinner I could tell that my friend was absolutely charmed by her looks, her wit and manners during conversation. However, he seemed particularly fond of Manju's physical reaction to his jokes. On this night, something was keeping her excited . My friend was certainly not above stealing glances down her top and at her ass. Every time I saw him doing so it , sent a electricity to my groin. 

I had an idea ! On that night, at home when my friend would have gone to his room , I would propose Manju be his bed partner while I listened in from guest room's cracky window ! When my friend got up from the table to go to the bathroom, I leaned over to Manju and said that how would she like to put her pink negligee to work in night?" She got a big smile on her face and said ,"Aaj nahi ". "Mere liye nehi! " I replied. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. She was speechless. "Agar temhe wo pasand hi ! Darti ho ?" Before she could answer, my friend returned. We ordered ice cream and Manju gathered up some nerve and decided to spice up the conversation. "Etne din se bahar ho Bibi ki jaroorat nahi parti hei apko ” My friend didn't know what to say. I laughed and said looking in her eyes that it was unfortunate that we do not have service here. When we later got up my friend openly watched her rear end as she moved through the door. 

We arrived home at 11 pm . My friend asked if we could wake him up early so that he could run some job in the morning for his day’s meeting. Manju said sure, she would take care of it. We all took our turns in the bathroom and prepared for bed. My friend made mention of how comfortably he had slept the previous night and that the old wood big bed was quite a nice change . Manju said "Bahut carmeata hi , per achha hei ." My friend shot a glance at me. "Muje bhi achha legta hei" , and I smiled at him. 

I went into our bedroom and Manju followed. I decided to push her on it. "Well?" She knew what I meant and her heart began racing. A twinkle in her eye said yes. I went to her and held her hand. It was cold and damp. I whispered in her ear "Nighty phen lo ." Without a word Manju went to the closet and got it. She unbuttoned her blouse and undid her buttons. Her nipples were fully erect. She unfolded her sari and dropped petticoat and stepped out of it and let her blouse slip off and unfastened her bra. She looked beautiful and as she began to pull the shear pink lacy body suit on. I got very hard. Her nipples were poking through thin cloth and she was shaking slightly. Looking at her in the pink lace was too much. I reached between her legs and felt her heat. She would be too much for any man to resist. Her full bosoms and nipples were visible through the lace. Little shaky she wishpered , "Kaya yeh teek hei ?" I responded by giving her a deep wet kiss, caressing her wide sexy ass, turning her around to face the door and giving her a gentle push and murmured huskly "Mei khirki ke pass rahuga . Usko pura maza dena !" 

Manju turned the door handle and went out into the hall. She crept down the lobby to the guest room door and knocked gently on the door. She let herself in and I heard the surprise in my friend’s voice. But Manju did not leave the room. Instead I heard the two of them whispering back and forth. Then...silence. I crept over to lobby and then to guest room’s closed cracky window and knelt down to listen. 

All that was audible was the rustling of sheets, perhaps clothes. Obviously they were doing something and I could only imagine that the lace body suit would be peeled off as they moved closer. One thing would be certain ; Manju would be getting her nipples pinched by the rubbing against the lace. I guessed that they were standing facing each other and that the body suit was pulled down around her waist . Soon enough, the bed squeaked as they began moving around. Manju let out a deep sigh and before long I was listening to her moans every few minutes. She was being eaten. For the first time in my life I felt the electric mix of shock, jealousy, humiliation and, most importantly, arousal as I heard my wife's erotic cries. I felt coming but I had to retain myself for climax . I slowed the pace of my fingers over my glistening erection and waited. After about five minutes they moved around some more and in no time I heard my friend let out an "ahhhhh". Manju must have just enveloped his manhood with her lips and taken his penis into her mouth. She began sucking him. I had seen my friend's massive bulge many times while I never saw it erect, I knew by the bulge that he had a large mushroom head with a well defined ridge around the perimeter. Then I felt a shiver as I remembered something he told me that women loved sucking him off because he constantly leaked fluid from his slit once he was erect and that they loved the constant wetness. I was wondering if Manju was soon going to be hit with his cream or she would relish its shape as it penetrated her. 

His moans began in earnest and I could only imagine my wife's bob and hair flipping back and forth as she sucked him. Finally he let a sharp cry and presumably was busy ejaculating into Manju's mouth. She was probably going to catch some in the face. I was ready to spill my seed floor but I knew I had to hold out. I waited for nearly twenty minutes before the second helping began. A warm wash of humiliation came over me as I heard the first of the squeaking of the bed springs. I began to fondle myself and turn the humiliation of my wife's unfaithfulness into arousal. I could hear from her gasps and the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame that she had been penetrated and was now in openly scandalous treat . From this point on he would have sensual knowledge of my dearest wife. He would know from her cries ,her intimate folds to her breath in his ear as their thighs are locked together in a slippery embrace. Soon they would experience a special wet friction and climaxed and he deposited his sperm into her womb with her muscles contracting around him. I wonder how I would have felt if I could have seen exactly what was happening. 

"Oh YESSS!! Ahhh! AHHH!! " cried Manju as the bed began hitting the wall. The bedsprings began squeaking furiously as she received his thrusts. Then they slowed and I heard vague whispers. I was constantly on the verge of shooting. There was some moving about again and slowly the springs started up their noisy refrain. But this time Manju’s vocalizations were much clearer. I tried to calm my heartbeat so I could hear with the utmost clarity. Then it occurred to me. She had gotten on all fours and was receiving him from behind with her face near the window ! What a sweetheart! Doggy style! "Oooohhh! Karo ......etni joor se nehi .....please ! Mmmm. Ahhhhh. nehi !! " At her urging the fucking began. The bed began hitting the wall hard and the springs sounded as if they were going to break. Manju was grunting in short bursts. I imagined that her breasts must be slapping back and forth as my friend pushed himself from back in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. Then he began "Ohh. Ohh....... nikla !" Manju responded " "AAAHHHHH!!! OH please !! na ..na !! OH mar gai mei !!!" She then let out a tremendous noise as she climaxed on his glistening, thrusting pole. Then my friend signaled his pleasure "Mmmmmmm. Yh! Mmmmmm! Oh, Mmmmmm!" as he was no doubt squirting a good quantity of semen into my wife. Manju let out a long sigh as her orgasm subsided, I too let out my Jim, but it was only a few drops that hit the hard wood floor. I listened as the two of them relaxed . 

In about ten minutes I heard some murmur and the door to the guest room open. Manju crept down the hall and I was electrified by the anticipation of what was to greet me when she opened the door. The knob turned and in she came, holding the crumpled pink lace bodice in her hand. She was naked, sweaty and glowing. Her hair was plastered to her face and there were a few mottled red patches around her neck, throat and breasts. Her chest was heaving with her heart beat. She was shaking slightly. I took her in my arms and inhaled the aroma of her fresh fuck. Our lips met and I could taste his cock. I put my hand to her groin where my fingers met with a shocking and humiliating slickness. Her thighs had a glistening line down from where she was leaking. I lay her on the bed and began kissing her neck and moving up to with my rigid tool. 

It was now time for my friend to listen in... The sensation of entering my wife's vagina after she'd had intercourse with another man was incredible. As I moved in and out of her messy crotch I relished the thought of our audience in the next room now getting off on our sounds, of Manju's sighs, of my groans, of our bedsprings creaking, of the rare and exquisite flavor of the delicacy of my wife's hot cunt !