Sahil opens his eyes to see my eager hubby eating his cum out of me. His shock is quickly replaced by a satisfied smirk.
“yeah, buddy. How does my cum taste?”
When my hubby doesn’t answer, Sahil grabs his hair and brings his head up.
“I said, how does my cum taste, hubby?”
He looks at him with a defeated, yet excited look in his eye.
“Wonderful,” he mutters.
Sahil smiles. “Do you want more?’
Reluctantly, my husband nods.
“Ask me.”
Hubby looks unsure.
“You want more? All you have to do is ask.”
“Please?”
“Please what?” he taunts.
“Please let me eat your cum out of my wife’s pussy,” he whispers.
Sahil lets go of his hair.
Hubby should be embarrassed, but the taste of Sahil’s cum mixed with my pussy makes him not care. He grabs my hips and sucks me as hard as he can. I hear him swallowing and moaning with lust. I can actually feel much of the load leaving my body.
“Wow,” I say, surprised. “Your jaws don’t seem tired now or is it the taste of a brahmin’s seed that intimidated you so much”
Sahil chuckles. “Let him enjoy himself. We’ve been having fun; let him have some fun, too.”
Sahil pulls me over on my side to hold me, with my husband’s head still between my legs. I wrap my top leg around Sahil’s waist, and he and I drift off to sleep.
About an hour later, I wake and notice hubby is gone. Sahil’s arm is still protectively around my body. I ease myself out from under his arm and quietly leave the room. I find hubby sitting in the living room, looking out the window. He looks over and sees me standing in the corner and returns his gaze to the outside.
Shyly, I step out of the shadows, suddenly aware that I’m still naked.
“Hey,” I say, softly.
He nods my direction.
“You ok?”
He nods, again, staring out at the darkness.
“I guess we need to talk.”
“hubby, please.”
“Yeah, well, I just watched my wife fuck her bull for the first time. Surely you understand.”
“hubby, I’m sorry.
He mulls this over for a moment before speaking.
“Here’s a question though. Are you going to stop fucking him? CAN you stop?”
It’s a question I’m not prepared to answer. I hesitate, searching for the words.
“I guess that’s my answer,” he says.
“No. No, hubby” I panic. “I will. I will. At least I will try.”
He smirks. “You’ll try”?
“No,” I shake my head. “I will. I will stop. I promise.”
He looks out of the window as if he’s looking for something. With his eye never leaving the window, he says, “What if…”
I wait patiently, scared to push.
“What if…” he stops and sighs loudly.
“What if I…don’t want you to?”
My eyes widen. I’m shocked enough that I don’t know what to say.
Finally his head turns to look at me.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m saying,” he shakes his head.
“You liked it. Didn’t you?” i asked him.
“Yeah,” he nods. “I did.”
I pat the seat next to me. “Come here. Let’s talk about it,” I offer.
He walks across the room and sits down next to me.
“Tell me,” I say.
He shakes his head again.
“I don’t know. I mean, I just watched you in bed with another man. I was wild with jealousy and anger. At first. And then. Then, I watched the two of you together. The way he possessed you. The way you gave yourself to him.
The difference between you two making love and fucking. Damn, divya! my dick is raw from my hand stroking! I was so turned on, I couldn’t stop stroking!”
“And then…when you cleaned me up afterward?”
“Oh fuck. I can’t even describe it. I was so excited, my whole body was shaking.”
“I know,” I smiled. “I could feel it.”
We sit in silence again for a few minutes.
“Will you tell me something?” hubby asks.
“Of course I will. Anything.”
“What’s…ugh…” he gives an awkward laugh. “What’s it like? To…”
“To what?” I urge.
“What’s it feels like to suck his cock, cause you never gave me a blowjob?”
“Um,” I give a half laugh. “Well, it’s…it’s wonderful.”
“Please tell me about it.”
“Really?”
“Really. Please?”
“Well, it’s warm,” I start. “It’s warm and hard. It’s hard, but yet, it’s soft. Well…THAT doesn’t make sense,” I laugh. “But the skin gives a certain softness, but yet it’s hard as steel underneath. It has many ridges and veins, and I can feel them with my tongue. I love running my tongue around the head.”
“But it’s much more than that, like i love to serve him. ”
“His head is huge,” hubby says.
“Yes! And when he lets me play and lick and taste…well, it’s all just a series of sensations. I’ve always loved giving him oral.”
Hubby sighs. “Now i know. I can’t even hold myself for 20 seconds when you stroke my penis. I end up Cumming too easily.”
There’s an awkward pause.
“I loved seeing that look on your face again,” hubby admits. “I haven’t seen that much lust in your eyes in a long time.”
I blush a little.
“I didn’t knew how hot you look in the middle of a good fucking. I didn’t knew how you look when you cum. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world.”
He gets up to pace a little.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he says, rubbing your hands on your head as if wanting to rub out a memory. “I loved it. I loved it, divya. I love watching it. And, god help me, I want to watch it again.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that.” We both turn as Sahil steps into the moonlit room, smiling a cocky smile.
I see hubby immediately tensing up.
“I’m so glad to hear you say that, because I can’t wait to do it again. Whether you watch or not, that’s up to you.”
Although, I feel a bit uncomfortable by the conversation, my body is drawn to Sahil. He sits down in the overstuffed chair, and it’s all I can do to keep myself seated on the sofa.
“You want to watch your wife get excited?” he asks you.
Slowly he unwraps the towel that’s around his waist. His cock is stiff and hard and standing straight up in the air. Hubby and I are both amazed that Sahil looks even larger than he did before, all the fucking has swelled him up.
The head alone, is twice hard than my hubby’s penis and his balls twice as big around–or more.
Sahil slouches down in the chair, and we all three stare in appreciation. He reaches out and wraps his giant hand around it and gently starts stroking its length; base to tip and back down.
“This is how I used to get my pleasure,” Sahil says. “I never met anyone I desired enough–until I met your wife,” he looks up at us. “But now, I don’t have to do this anymore, do I, divya?” He lets go of himself.
I slowly shake my head. I look up at my husband with hesitation, who pries his eyes away from Sahil to look at me. What do I see in his eyes? Anger? Lust? Is he appalled? Or excited?
Locking my eyes with my husband, I slip down off the sofa and onto my knees. I slowly start crawling over to Sahil, while I am still searching hubby’s face for a clue. Will he stop me? Will he encourage me? He stares at my naked body inching its way over to the sexy man that we have opened our home to.
Hubby’s mouth is suddenly dry and it’s hard for him to breathe. He knows he should stop me. But he can’t. He is as turned on as I am. Once I’m convinced that he isn’t going to protest, I focus on the prize set before me.
While his mouth is running dry, mine is watering.
Carefully I wrap my hand around Sahil’s cock. I begin stroking as if his cock is fragile. Lightly and teasingly I caress him. He watches me and lets me know he approves by the smile on his face.