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My friend Dev was bewitched by my wife Ritu, who is quite an eyeful; although not an easy game for prowling eyes. I was fascinated at the prospects of witnessing their duel and possible outcome. I challenged Dev to try and entice her, if he could. I assured him my tacit support. On the other hand, I pooh-poohed my wife’s guarded objections of Dev’s advances. With time Dev literally advanced. I wondered if this could have relationship issues…

But yes, there was one more thing to think about. After the veil of shame was removed, it is likely that Ritu might want to get fucked by Dev again and again or Dev might like to fuck Ritu again and again. I consoled myself thinking that both Ritu and Dev are sensible persons. Dev treated me as his elder brother and he would not do anything silly that could hurt our relationship. In fact, on his own he had assured me of that, right in the beginning, in that party. If they want to fuck, they would not do it without my knowledge and permission and if they do it with my permission, I had no problem in their fucking.

I knew that out of the two, Ritu was much more sensible. She would not do anything rash to hurt our married life. She was also like a tigress. If she lost her temper, she would not waste a minute to throw Dev out of the house. She was powerful enough to control Dev. In the past too she had dealt firmly with Dev. Dev was also afraid of his wife. All four of us would check the other if the time came. Thus there were at least three checks to prevent anyone from spinning out of control; if we do not consider our kids, that is. Thus all my concerns were suitably addressed. Besides, I knew that Ritu loved me too much to risk our married life. She very well knew the difference between love and sex.  

Finally I brushed off the clutter of doubts with a single argument that if I kept on thinking too much, I would never be able to move forward. Now the main challenge remained of making our wives accept our ideas favourably.

Then a thought cropped up in my mind. Women are inherently jealous. They would never be able to see their husband fuck another woman, even if her husband was fucking her. If we try and convince one, then the other might back out or create obstacles. Besides, there will always be that question, why should I be the first? Let the other one take the initiative. This was a big question.

Then suddenly a solution flashed in mind. Since Dev and I were on the same page, why not Dev and I work on one wife first and get her to a situation, where she succumbs to our temptations and accepts to be shared. Then the three including the wife shared, will work on the one wife remaining. It would not be difficult to break through the resistance of the other wife, because the first wife will be our supporter. This seemed like a very workable solution. Besides, I was not prepared to wait to see Dev fuck Ritu with me in an MMF threesome.

Having worked so hard to remove suspicions from Ritu’s mind for Dev and bring Dev and Ritu closer, I did not want to let this opportunity slip away. I was going crazy at the thought of getting my wife Ritu fucked by Dev with me. I wanted see how dev fucked her, how she would react to Dev’s fucking her, how many orgasms she would have and how I would fuck her with Dev working on her breasts or feeding his cock in her mouth. I was desperate to get dev in our bed. I saw Dev as the most suitable candidate. He was willing and so was I. He had gained favourable access to my wife, was a big plus for him. Besides, he was bound to keep our illicit relationship under wraps in his own interest.

Dev and I had managed to soften up my wife a little towards Dev. However, for our plan to succeed, we had to break the wall of Ritu’s resistance completely. I knew Dev’s craze for my wife. I was convinced that with Dev’s reputation, if Dev found even a little bit of positive vibe from Ritu, he will not spare her. If he senses a little bit of weakening of her resistance, he will somehow persuade her, entice her, convince her and do everything possible to lead her to a situation where she might agree to get fucked by him. But I had to make sure that nothing went wrong.

First thing I had to do was to fix Dev’s name repeatedly in my wife’s mind as a wonderful sexy person and try and create a desire for Dev in her mind discreetly. Therefore I had to keep repeating Dev’s name in sexual way to titillate my wife Ritu. 

The next evening at bed time, when Ritu was tired and ready to go to sleep, I took out the envelope that Dev had given me, which contained Devika and Dev’s sexy poses and handed it to Ritu. I told her that those were the pictures of Dev with his wife Devika on their honeymoon.

I slyly watched Ritu, through a corner of my eyes, flipping through the pictures, one after another. I noticed that she did not pay much attention to Devika’s semi nude pictures. However, she stopped and keenly scrutinised Dev’s pictures; standing almost naked wearing tiny sexy shorts, showing a huge bulge out between his legs, covering his engorged cock and his athletic muscles, flat tummy, swollen biceps, hairy chest and his imposing height.

As if I did not notice her interest in Dev’s pictures, I nudged Ritu and said, “Darling, you know, I felt acutely embarrassed when Dev caught me looking closely at Devika’s half naked pictures on the beach. I apologised to Dev for watching Devika’s half nude pictures. Do you know what Dev told me in reply?”

Trying to control her eagerness, Ritu asked me, “What did he say?”

I said, “Dev said, so what if I had seen Devika’s half nude pictures? A lot many people on the beach on that day saw her half nude in that bikini. He said, those people were outsiders, but you and I are his intimately close persons. He further said that we should not differentiate between our two couples. Relationship between Devika and me and Dev and you should be the same as between couples. We should not differentiate between each other. Do you know what that means?”

Ritu said innocently, “Of course, he is right. We are now so close that we should not get into formalities like earlier. That is why now I do not hesitate to accept gifts from Dev or asking Dev to get some groceries or vegetables in your absence. I don’t mind his coming home even when you are away. He has become one of us. So he is right isn’t he? What is there to understand?”

I pinched my simple wife’s cheeks and said, “My silly wify. Think harder. There was a deep meaning, hidden in his sentence.”

Ritu twitched her eyebrows as if thinking hard but kept looking blankly and questioningly at me.

I felt frustrated at my wife’s simplicity. I said, “Oh God! Look at my silly wife! You still do not understand? What Dev meant was that you should not differentiate between me and him and Devika should not differentiate between me and Dev. Which means you should treat Dev same as you treat me, meaning you should treat Dev also as your husband and Devika should treat me also as her husband. He did not say it but subtly pointed that any of us can fuck the other’s wife and that we can exchange our wives. He pointed at what is called ‘Wife Swap’.” I concluded.

There was a sudden change on my wife’s face. She looked shocked as the meaning of my sentence dawned upon her. She said in an agitated voice, “This is very strange! It is ok to flirt a little here and there with each other’s wife. But exchange? What nonsense! It is very wrong of Dev to say that, if he meant what you think he did. But I feel that perhaps he did not mean what you have interpreted. I have a suspicion that you have made this all up to camouflage it as Dev’s idea; so that I don’t shout at you. In the bargain you have maligned Dev. Poor Dev! He is so simple! He is impulsive yes, but cunning? I don’t think he is cunning.”

I laughed in my sleeve. Dev and simple? This established that Dev was hitting at my wife and his hits were on target. He had adequately impressed my simple wife with his simplicity and guile. Whatever outright flirting he did; Ritu thought that to be his impulsiveness. Dev was doing his job well. He was able to make his prey (Ritu) unsuspecting of him. I saw a great hope for success of my plan.

I then asked Ritu, “Do you know what else Dev said?” Ritu looked at me wanting to hear it. I said, “Dev said that if he had completely naked pictures of Devika and him having sex, he would have gladly shown them to me. He asked me if I had your half nude pictures, would I not have shared them with him. What could I have said? I said, yes I would have.”

When Ritu heard that, she looked at me perplexed. Her face reddened. She blushed profusely. She was unable to meet me eye to eye. She thought for a while. After that she broke her silence, “If you had such pictures of mine, would you have shown them to Dev?”

There were multiple and quickly changing expressions on her face. Answering the question herself, she continued, “Of course, you just said that you would have. Now that would not have been fair. Well, in any case, there is no such picture of mine. So what are you going to show him? We never went to honeymoon.” There was a distinct sign of sadness in her voice, as she repeated her deep routed grouse about our not having gone for a honeymoon (due to various family compulsions) after our marriage.

I tried to console her. I said, “Anyway we can still have such pictures taken, if you agree.”

 “So that you can show them to Dev?” Ritu asked rather angrily.

 “That, I will have to do, because I have promised Dev. Would you have objection to that?” I paused for desired effect. And then for greater effect; I said, “But wait, you don’t have to do that; because you have done even better than that. You have shown Dev your half naked body; when he saw you wrapped in a towel in our house. Haven’t you?”

My statement made the impact I had desired. Ritu blushed profusely, knowing that she was cornered. What I told her was a fact. She couldn’t deny it. She slipped closer to me and said, “Yes, you are right, but that was not what I did on my own initiative. It was you, who fabricated the plot and made me do it.” She concluded; punching me teasingly in my ribs, making a face.

My simple wife was visibly turned on hearing narration of that incident from me. She sat in my lap and caught my hand and slipped it between her legs. She offered her mouth to make me kiss her. I realised that I had a key to arouse my wife Ritu. Whenever I wanted to arouse her, I just had to start some sexy anecdote of Dev.

Many times thereafter, I had to fabricate some imaginary talk I had with Dev on sexual topic. That would set my wife on fire. She did not realise that I was making up stories to make her hot to make her a willing fuck partner and was leading her up the garden path to fulfil my fantasy of MMF with her and Dev.

Having come so far, then was the time for me to move ahead to take the matter to its logical conclusion. I started thinking hard about the next step. But I had not to do much. Things were moving on their own.

One Sunday morning, Dev dropped by on his way to some work. I was watching a match on the TV. Ritu was working in the kitchen. Dev was not very keen to watch the TV and was leafing through the newspaper. I heard Ritu shout, calling me from the kitchen. She wanted me to bring down a box containing wheat flour from the shelf above the kitchen platform. She said she could not reach it. I was engrossed on watching the game. I told her that I would send Dev who would get the box from the shelf.

She shouted back saying that it was my responsibility; the match could wait. She was definitely annoyed at my casual response.

I asked Dev to go and get the box from the shelf. Dev happily went to the kitchen and offered his help. However, my wife was cheesed off at my indifference. She said obstinately that she did not want any body’s help; she would get the box down herself. The platform was a bit high. She raised one leg to reach the kitchen platform. Ritu was wearing a saree. As soon as she raised and rested her one leg on the platform, her saree and petticoat slipped down exposing her naked thigh almost up to between her legs showing a part of her panty to the feasting eyes of Dev.

She saw the expression on Dev’s face looking lecherously at her naked thighs. She quickly brought her leg down and corrected her dress. She was flustered and looked helplessly at Dev. Dev volunteered once again that he would get the box down; but Ritu was adamant that only she would bring the box down. Her face however showed that she did not know how.

Then in one sudden impulsive move, Dev caught Ritu’s shoulders, turned her to face the kitchen platform and inserted his two arms through the armpits of my wife from behind her. His arms reached her breasts, which he cupped hard. He grabbed her tight, pulled her onto his body, knelt down and applied full upward thrust behind her to lift her up. My lovely wife was too stunned to react; but she ultimately managed to land on the platform somehow. She stood on the kitchen platform visibly flushed, trembling and unsteady.

My God! When I heard of this incident, my cock hardened and it started oozing out pre-cum; thinking how Dev must have taken the golden opportunity to squeeze my wife’s breasts over her blouse after he inserted his arms through the armpits of my wife from behind her. How he would have pushed his engorged cock from behind her to poke her ass, yet feigning that it was all a part of his duty.

With some difficulty, Ritu steadied her body on the platform, managed to lift the box of flour in her hands. However, with the weight of the box, she was unable to keep her balance. Dev sounded a word of caution from down, saying, “Bhabhi, be careful, lest you might fall.” He raised my wife’s saree up and inserted his hands wrapping them around her smooth calf muscles in an obvious attempt to steady her.

However, the result was opposite. Before Dev could complete the sentence, my wife Ritu stumbled. The box slipped out of her hands and fell on Dev’s head hitting him and then fell down. Ritu lost her balance and fell right on top of Dev. Dev slipped and fell down too, carrying Ritu on top of him. Dev’s arms slipped up my wife’s thighs to her waist and then onto her breasts; raising her saree and petticoat all the way up exposing her naked thighs right up to her panty.

As both fell, Dev held my wife Ritu tight into his arms from behind and beneath her to absorb her fall; so she did not hit the hard floor. The lid of the flour box had flung open, spilling all of the flour on both of them. Hearing my wife’s shrieks and all the commotion, I rushed to the kitchen and saw a highly erotic scene playing out on the kitchen floor.  

Dev lay on his back on the floor. My wife was on top in Dev’s lap, with her back on him. Dev’s arms had enveloped my wife’s body fully from behind her, pulling her tightly onto him. Dev’s hands cupped and squeezed my wife’s two ripe, full breasts with impunity. Ritu’s ass was centred right on Dev’s cock. My wife’s saree and petticoat had been pulled up to her waist. It looked almost as if Dev had pulled her dress up and was preparing to fuck her from behind.

The box with most of the flour had fallen on Dev. Dev had a bleeding cut on his forehead. His face and eyes were fully covered with the spilled flour. The flour had also fallen all over his dress and the rest of his body.

I clapped and laughed and said, “My God! What an erotic scene, right out of a porn flick.”

Ritu quickly got up removing Dev’s hands from her breasts and adjusting her dress properly. She was flustered. Dev got up after her. He said to me, ‘Sorry Raj, all this was so sudden and unexpected.”

My wife Ritu composed herself and almost cried admonishing me, “Raj, This is entirely your fault. I called you to help me. But you had no time; watching that stupid match. You asked your friend to help me and look what he has done.”

I retorted back in mock anger, “Has he done this? Is it his fault at all?  Poor fellow helped you. You fell on him and it was Dev who absorbed your fall. Look how the cut on his forehead is bleeding. Just imagine, what would have happened; if he was not there? You would have fallen on the floor and could have broken your lovely hips. Then we would have been rushing to take you to a hospital at this time. And you say it is his fault? Why all this? It was just because I could not come and help you and I sent Dev instead. Was it such a big issue that you were so cross with me? You could have allowed Dev to take down the flour box from the upper shelf. He could have done it easily with his height. We would have been saved from all this. Darling, it is not fair to avoid accepting your own fault.”

My poor wife Ritu realised that what I said was true. She had tears in her eyes. She said remorsefully, “You are right Raj. It was my fault. I behaved like a brat. I am so sorry. I made a mistake and I must correct it.” Then turning in Dev’s direction, she said, “Please forgive me Dev. I am sorry for blaming you even though you tried to help me. I shall wash your dress and let me clear your face.” She lifted a corner of her saree to clean Dev’s face and some blood from his forehead.

I laughed in my sleeve and saw a golden opportunity to get Dev and my wife closer once again. I stopped her. I told Ritu, “Not here. Look what you have done to Dev’s dress. Poor fellow was dressed to go out from here. His dress is full of flour. His eyes are covered with flour. He can hardly see. Don’t clean him here. You will mess up the floor. You might need water to clean properly. Take him to the washroom; carefully wipe all the flour from his face, eyes and from his dress too and then you may wash his dress.”

Ritu looked at me bewildered at my suggestion. She was perhaps wondering why I was asking her to go to the washroom with Dev; which might encourage Dev to flirt with her. However, I cut her thought short and said, “Don’t look at me like that. You both look like circus jokers. You wanted to return the favour didn’t you? So go and.  Clean him up and clean up yourself too. I am going to watch the match. Ok?”

Ritu dumbly nodded her head ruefully and took Dev’s hand to lead him to washroom. I pretended to return to the drawing room to watch the match. However, I looked back to see them.

Dev played his part well. I was not sure if with all the flour on his face, Dev could see properly or not. However, he meekly (or happily) followed my wife Ritu to the bathroom. While following her he took his hand away from her hand and rested both his hands on my wife’s waist as he followed her. He dropped his hand once on her bums and caressed them pretending as if he stumbled on the way. Ritu stopped for a second when he did that but then moved on. Ritu went in first followed by Dev.

I quietly moved over to the bathroom door after they entered. I peeped in through the partially closed door and saw that my wife stood with a small towel in her hand adjusting herself and Dev in the bathroom space. Her shapely ass covered under the saree was towards me. I could see them clearly from outside. However, because I was in the dark they could not see me and anyway, they were too excitedly busy with themselves to notice me.  

Dev stood straight facing my wife Ritu. He had kept his flour covered eyes shut. In the bathroom too, Dev’s hands gripped Ritu’s waist reaching behind her; as if he wanted to keep his balance. In the compact space, Dev pulled Ritu in his arms. There was no gap between their pelvises.

It was only minutes ago that Dev had grabbed my wife’s sumptuous breasts over her blouse and poked his cock onto Ritu’s ass (of course over her dress). That experience must have made his cock rock hard. He had bent a little and pulled Ritu up a little to let my wife have access to his face. I saw his cock poking my wife’s junction between her legs. I was pretty sure that my wife must have felt Dev’s cock bulging out of his trousers poking into her body. However, she carried on her task nonchalantly.

Dev pulled my wife still closer, pretending that in the small space, he was unsteady. Dev had completely enveloped my wife in his arms. Ritu was too hassled to react. She turned a little. I could see her face sideways. She carefully wiped flour off Dev’s face first, cleaned the cut, then cleaned his eyes and asked Dev if he could see. Dev rubbed his eyes and said that some flour had gone into his eyes and he had burning sensation. He said it might take some time before he could see. I was not sure if that was true. He asked Ritu if in the meantime, she could wipe off the flour from his shirt and trousers. 

I saw my wife Ritu start wiping the flour off Dev’s neck, collars and shirt with her towel. When she was done; she asked Dev to remove his shirt and throw it in a corner for her to wash it later. Dev was wearing a sleeveless vest underneath, which amply emphasised his athletic chest and biceps. Ritu cleaned the flour from Dev’s biceps and arms. She worked clinically. She did not look hassled any more. She was at ease. She casually felt Dev’s biceps in her hands. She caressed them lovingly (I thought). I saw a flicker of admiration in her eyes as she felt Dev’s muscles.

Some flour had fallen on Dev’s neck and through that inside onto his chest. She tried to insert her hand to clean his chest. Dev realised that and quickly removed his vest too. Now Dev stood topless. Ritu looked at Dev, who had his eyes tightly closed. She wiped the flour off his chest and caressed his bulging chest and pinched his nipple casually. Dev must have been hugely aroused, when he felt her caressing his chest and pinching his nipple. I could see that from the erect and long flagpole that was poking my wife between her legs, when Dev thrust his pelvis forward pretending to steady himself.

Ritu bent a little and wiped flour off Dev’s waist. Then Ritu had to move back and sit down to wipe the flour off Dev’s trousers. She pulled the hem of her saree up to her knees and slowly placed her hips on an inverted bucket. She sat on it to wipe the flour off Dev’s trousers. That was when she came face to face with the huge peaking out flagpole in Dev’s trousers. She looked at that completely foxed.

Her mouth was level with Dev’s cock. She had to wipe that area of Dev’s trousers. There must have been a big turmoil in her mind, whether to touch that or not; for I saw her looking at Dev’s engorged cock under his trousers intently without touching it. I was not sure whether that was a look of awe or uncertainty on her face. I looked with bated breath to see if she would touch it or not.

To my surprise, Ritu quietly held Dev’s trousers at that point holding his cock in her hand and wiped that and other areas around it and below. There was a clear patch of Dev’s slimy pre-cum, which I was sure she could feel. She had to hold his protruding cock in her hand for a while on his trousers. As soon as Ritu finished wiping his trousers; Dev in one swift motion, undo his waist belt and slipped his trousers down completely.

He was wearing a very small but loose cotton brief that was completely wet with Dev’s pre-cum. Dev’s hard and long cock stood like a flagpole in his brief. Dev’s cock must be pretty long; because it protruded by at least six to seven inches out of his brief.

I could see multiple expressions on my wife’s face. Her jaws fell open looking at the monstrous hard cock covered by the flimsy brief, pointing straight at her mouth.

Suddenly Dev pretended to stagger and thrust his pelvis forward pushing his cock right into my wife’s open mouth. Ritu gagged with the girth of Dev’s cock and the cloth. She choked as she tasted Dev’s pre-cum and his engorged cock in the brief inside her mouth. She sputtered. She caught Dev’s cock, pushed him back and began coughing. She said softly, (so that her voice does not travel to me in the other room), “What are you doing Dev? Stand straight.”

Dev said, “I am sorry, I just could not see properly and lost balance.” I knew the bastard could see very well and did it intentionally.

When she stood up finally, Dev opened his eyes, after pretending to rub them for a while. He saw Ritu standing close to him. After touching and gulping Dev’s cock, my wife’s face was flush with acute shame and embarrassment. She knew that Dev felt her holding his cock for a while and mouthing it also even if for a few seconds.

Dev saw some flour spread across Ritu’s face and on her saree. He quickly snatched the towel from my wife’s hands and said, “Bhabhi, Your face, saree and body are soiled with the flour too. It was good of you to help me out. Now let me also reciprocate your gesture.” 

Before Ritu could protest, without giving my wife Ritu the slightest opportunity; Dev started rubbing the towel on my wife’s face, cheeks, neck and her breasts. Ritu stood there stunned and motionless at Dev’s brazenness. Then throwing towel aside, although her breasts were rather clean, Dev inserted his hand inside Ritu’s blouse and bra and kept rubbing and squeezing them audaciously.

My wife was breathing hard at this sudden and entirely unexpected development. Her breasts were heaving up and down making a stunningly erotic sight with Dev cupping and squeezing them merrily. My wife must have been in terrible dilemma. She did not want to shout because she did not want me rushing down to the bathroom and see them once again in that condition.

She caught Dev’s hands and said in a low voice, “Dev, what are you doing? Stop it. Raj is in the drawing room. He may come here any moment and see us like this.”

Dev in a sudden movement took my wife Ritu in his arms and placed his lips on her and attempted to kiss her. He held her boobs and said, “Bhabhi, I am so sorry. I am helpless. Please don’t say no. At least let me kiss you. I am unable to control myself. I assure you bhaiya will not know this.”

For a moment I saw my wife’s resistance crumbling as she responded to Dev by letting him kiss her for a few seconds. But then suddenly Ritu gave a hard shove to Dev and threw him off balance. She steadied herself, adjusted her saree and blouse and quickly climbed over the bucket that was coming in her way out of the bathroom. I rushed back to the drawing room, pretending to watch the match. (Admittedly, I had watched a better match in the bathroom).

When Ritu came out to the drawing room, I could detect acute embarrassment written all over her face. I asked her serenely, “Why are you looking so hassled? Is everything ok?”

Ritu composed herself and for the first time lied to me in a very unconvincing manner, “Oh! Everything is fine. I will wash Dev’s clothing today. He is still in the bathroom. It would be good if you gave Dev something to wear; so that he could go back to his house to change into his own clothes.” As soon as she finished her sentence, she ran back to our bedroom. I suspected that she lay on bed and broke down crying after that for some time.

I went to my wardrobe, pulled out a loose fitting shirt and a trouser and gave them to Dev in the bathroom. He changed and came out. He looked ruffled also. He spoke something awkwardly and left saying that he would better go home and change into his own clothing to go to his office.

When Ritu came out of the bedroom, I could see her swollen eyes suggesting that she had cried. I called her in my arms and hugged her tightly. When I bent to kiss her, she offered her lips. When I asked her again, “Is there anything you want to tell me?” She replied that she would talk to me in the evening.

I did not open the topic about Dev and Ritu’s bathroom adventure when we went to bed. However, my wife appeared quite sombre and said to me, “Raj, darling, I have to tell you something important.”

I looked at her inquisitively, although I almost knew what she was going to say. She had tears in her eyes as she said, “In the morning, when you asked me if everything was ok, I lied. Everything was not ok.”

My lovely wife narrated the whole thing that happened between Dev and her in the bathroom almost as it had happened except about Dev’s pushing his cock in her mouth and his fondling her breasts by inserting his hands into her blouse. She concluded by saying that in the end something more had happened that she felt too awkward to speak.

I laughed and asked her, “I know that Dev could not have fucked you in the bathroom. Then what happened?”

Ritu relaxed seeing me laughing. She poked me in the rib, smiling and said it was nothing like that. Then I asked her, “Did he kiss you?”

She laughed again embarrassed and said, “Your brother is very naughty. Yes, he pushed his lips on mine and did peck my lips; but I did not allow him to kiss me really.” Well! I knew that it was half truth. Dev had kissed her, even if for a short while.

I took her in my arms and said, “Look darling. Dev did not fuck you and did not kiss you. The best he could have done next was probably to fondle your breasts or to make you touch his cock. Are you so much worked up for that?”

My coy wife came into my arms, made me bend down to kiss her and then asked me, “Shouldn’t I be?” With that sentence, she removed her dress and began to undress me. I could see that she was real horny. 

She took all the initiative to take my tongue into her mouth and making me fuck her mouth with my tongue. She was highly aroused at the talk of their bathroom adventures of the morning. That night we fucked like rabbits. As we were fucking, she stopped me at one point and said that she wanted to give me a gift. I looked at her surprised. She knelt down on her knees in doggy position and asked me to fuck her from behind. She said I could fuck her ass also if I wanted. I was completely baffled.

Earlier, whenever I had begged her to let me fuck her ass; she had always refused. She said that she didn’t like it. But that night she willingly offered her ass to me. I oiled her ass and liberally lubricated my cock and Gosh! What a fuck that turned out to be! She had some pain at first, but she enjoyed it thoroughly subsequently. Both of us cummed several times that night. I rarely saw her aroused like I saw her that night. That was the miraculous result of her adventure of the morning with Dev and I was delighted that my devious plan was going according to schedule.

Some weeks passed by uneventfully until holi festival. This was one festival when people apply colours on others. Usually people try to do this moderately. This is one occasion when some males tend to take liberties with their female crushes; particularly other’s wives by applying colours on their cheeks, head, neck etc. A few adventurous persons go beyond that too.

At about 11 am, I came out of the house, putting on a soiled old dress and joined our neighbours in the park. Men, women and children were chatting, laughing, talking and applying colour on each other. There was impromptu song and dance program by children too. Some were distributing sweets snacks etc. Ritu was in the house, getting ready to come out.

I saw Dev entering our society’s gate. I did not see his wife with him. I said ‘Hi’ to him and asked him to join us. He said he wanted to pee and asked if anybody was home. I told him Ritu was in the house. He said that he would join me soon and hurried to my apartment.

After some time, Dev came out and spent a few minutes with us and then left. He would have barely crossed the society gate, when I saw Ritu rushing to me. Her face was flushed and barely visible. She was coloured all over. Her hair, face, neck, saree, blouse were fully coloured.

She looked greatly hassled. When she came near me I asked her what the matter was. She caught my hand and almost dragged me to our flat. When we went inside, she started crying. She said, “Darling, it is your brother and friend Dev; you know what he did today?”

I asked her what he did that she looked so harassed.

She said, “Look at me. Your friend painted me all over. He applied colour to my hair, neck, blouse, waist and whole of Saree. Not only that, you know what he did? He came from behind me and caught me from behind and inserted his hands in my blouse and bra and coloured my breasts fully. He not only coloured my breasts, he squeezed them so hard, that they are paining. This is not good. I shouted at him, but he would not listen. He kept on saying “Bura Na Mano Holi Hai” (It is Holi, so don’t mind). How could he do this?”

Her face must have been red even without the entire colour on her. However, from the way she talked I realized that she must have been really hassled by Dev. I decided to take on Ritu to check, if she felt really bad and hated Dev for it or this was just her ploy to get it all off her chest (breasts?).

I said, “Look honey. This is holi and all males take their hibernating crush for desirable females out on this day. You know that Dev has crush on you and he took the opportunity to take it out on you today. That is why they say, DON’T MIND IT IS HOLI. And this is just one day in a year honey! So why are you so upset about it?”

Ritu looked at me quizzically, as if I had said something strange. 

She replied, “That is ok, but you cannot condone taking out your crush like this. One cannot hurt the other person’s modesty in the name of ‘CRUSH’. That is not done. You must talk to him and tell him not to behave like this.”

I was not sure if she was really upset or pretending to be so. I thought I shall put a teaser to check what was actually going on in her mind. I said, “Honey, on second thought, I think you are right. Whatever crush one may have, one should not take it out in this manner. I think Dev needs to be taught a lesson. Let me talk to Dev straight away and take him to task for his disgusting behaviour. I may even terminate our relations with them, so we do not have situation like that in future.”

As soon as I said this, my simple wife was alarmed. Her face expressions changed to those of panic. She feared that I would really admonish Dev seriously and perhaps go to the extent of breaking relations with him.

She caught my hand and said, “Raj, hold on, just a minute. On second thought, I think I was wrong and you were right. I think Dev was drunk and perhaps did not realise that he was crossing a limit. Besides, as you say that men take their crush out on Holi, perhaps he did this today. I think you need not be too harsh on him. In fact, I think, it is better that you do not talk to him at all. I shall talk to him. I don’t think he meant it. Let us not hurt our relationship with them for such a trivial thing. Forget about what I said. May be I was overreacting.”

I laughed at my wife’s simplicity. She was unable to hide her crush for Dev too. I was happy the way things were progressing. She considered Dev’s fondling of her boobs as a trivial matter was a great departure from her earlier attitude. I told her, “Look, let us not cover this up now. I am not sure that you are saying this by heart. Perhaps you are saying this just to please me. Aren’t you?” I looked at her.

When she didn’t answer, as if with great deal of reluctance, I said, “Well, I am not sure that I should drop the matter just like that. I feel that I should tell Dev straight forward to behave properly with you in future. But if you insist, then I might consider dropping the matter.” Instead of giving me an answer, she said, “We shall talk about that at bedtime. Shall we?”

In the night, I teased her why Dev kept fondling her boobs whenever he had half a chance. Before she vented out her anger, I changed the topic and asked her to describe what had exactly happened.  She told me in detail how Dev grabbed her in his arms from behind and inserted his hands in her blouse and bra almost tearing them off. She also narrated how he grabbed both breasts in his hands and fondled them and squeezed them so hard that they started to pain. She said that she was unsteady and that she stumbled and fell almost in his lap.

When I asked her if she felt his cock poking on her butts, she punched me in the ribs and blushed profusely, but did not reply. When I jokingly told her that I would certainly take it up with Dev, she laughed it off. As result of our conversation, I could see that she became so hot that she gave me a wonderful treat that night. She sucked my cock and gave me a wonderful blow job. She climbed on top of me and fucked me excitedly. I knew that her libido had woken from deep slumber. That was another night when she even offered her ass to me. I was pretty sure then that Dev was on target.

After we finished, I asked her. “Ritu darling, since you are so frank and open with me, I have one admission to make.”

Ritu looked at me inquisitively with a little bit of surprise and concern on her pretty face. I said, “In my life, as I had told you earlier, I have fucked many women. I feel terribly guilty because of that reason.”

Ritu asked, “Why? I have never questioned you for that. I do not really want to know whom you fucked. I do not even want to know whom you are fucking now, because I love you. I know that sex and love are different. I have read that majority of men are highly sexed. After so many years, men get bored with the monotony. Sometimes I too feel less interest in sex these days. I don’t blame you if you have fucked some willing pussy once in a while, if and when you got a chance. I have no issues with it as long as I know that you love me and that there is no attachment with any other woman. Of course, I forbid you to go to prostitutes. I have told you this earlier also. So why are you feeling guilty?”

I said, “Because I do not want to enjoy this extra marital sex alone. I want you to enjoy this too.”

She looked at me quizzically. She asked, “What?..... Why? I am happy being your sex partner. I do not want sex with anyone else. I allow you freely to have sex with anyone you like. But why do you want me to enjoy sex with anyone else? How do you know I will enjoy sex with anyone else? I fully enjoy sex with you and I don’t think I will enjoy sex with anyone else.”

For a moment I was dejected at her rejecting my proposal outright. Then suddenly I realized that she said that ‘SHE DID NOT THINK, she would enjoy sex with anyone else. She did not say bluntly that she will not enjoy sex with anyone else. She was not overwhelmingly negative about it.

In India they say that if you propose sex to an Indian woman and she says, “I will not do it’ implies that she might do it. If she says “I don’t think I will do it”, means she will do it. And if she says ‘she will do it’, then she is not Indian.”

I remembered this golden rule and realized that it was not an outright rejection. There was still a possibility. A thought flashed in my mind. I asked, “How can you say so surely that you will not enjoy sex with anyone else?”

She replied sombrely, “Because I know that.”

 “And suppose I prove you wrong then?” I asked.

Now my wife was thoughtful. Then she reluctantly said, “That is not possible.”

 “But what if I am right?” I insisted on my point.

 “Well, then I will accept your judgement and do whatever you tell me.” She said in low voice that betrayed her lack of conviction.

I said, “Ok, you just said that you too find less interest in sex these days. What you omitted to admit was that you find less interest in sex with me; because it has become monotonous. Am I right?”

She nodded her head reluctantly, agreeing. I said “Ok, what I ask you is, please tell me the truth. You have always been truthful with me and I am sure this time too you will tell me the truth and nothing but the truth.” I paused for her answer.

My wife was quick on the draw. She said, “I swear, I shall tell you the truth. Have I ever lied to you?”

I asked, “Then tell me truthfully; did you not enjoy Dev’s body contact the first time, when you danced intimately in the party with him, second time when he caught you in tight embrace when you were in a towel, third time when you fell down on top of him in the kitchen and he fondled your breasts, fourth time in the bathroom and lastly today morning, when again he fondled your breasts? Be honest to yourself. I will not feel bad at all if you say that you did enjoy his body touch; but I will feel bad, if you will lie to me.”

I saw my wife’s face expressions turn guilty. Tears welled up in her eyes. She did not expect that she would be made to confront her inner self so forthrightly. She was cornered. She had to tell me the truth. She collapsed on the bed folding her hands and said, “Raj, I shall accept any punishment you decide. I admit that I was sexually aroused. I will not say that it did not affect me. Yes I am guilty.”

I lovingly pulled her up in my arms and said, “You are not guilty. Your reactions were natural. This is what I wanted to convey to you. Males and females have the same sexual urge, the same chemistry and the same animal instincts. However, females keep their sexual instincts suppressed for three reasons. Firstly they are restrained by the male dominated society’s one sided norms. They are afraid of being branded immoral. Secondly, in an emotional, carefree intercourse, women are afraid that they may conceive; which would create problems for them. Thirdly men are physically stronger and therefore women are afraid (rightly so) that they may be physically abused.” I paused and looked at my wife. She was listening to me with rapt attention.

I continued, “However, wherever women feel fully secure, they display that their libido is as strong, if not stronger than men. They are as much polygamous as men. They want to be fucked by more than one man just as men want to fuck more than one woman.”

Ritu was taken aback at my frank analysis. She had no words to say. I knew that she agreed with me. However, she was quiet for a while and said after some time, “I don’t know really.”   

Then she said meekly, “Ok, I get your point. Perhaps you are right. But believe me, I never thought like that for Dev or anyone else for that matter. But then I have a point here too. As you know the bond of marriage is tied through a delicate thin thread of trust. If this thread gets snapped, then a marriage can crash. I love you and do not want to take that risk. Having sex with another person might strain that thread and the thread may snap. You are encouraging me to have sex with someone else. That has dangerous implications. Suppose I enjoy sex with someone else and want to do it again and again, then? Will our marriage not be stressed?”

I was happy that I was able to bring my wife to a situation where she was at least considering the possibility of being fucked by another man (meaning Dev, without naming him). I had the answer ready.

I said, “Darling just imagine, if Dev had indeed fucked you when you were almost standing naked in front of him in the towel, that morning; do you think I would have left you? Or do you think you would have left me? Honey, a marriage is more than sex. You know it. We are not husband and wife just because we have sex. As you say, I have fucked women and you have accepted it; because you know I love you. You said earlier that sex and love are different. We are tied not just through sex. We are tied through our families, society, and children and most importantly love and trust. It is true that once love and trust is finished, marriage falls apart. But I will not stop loving you, just because you were or will be fucked by Dev or anyone else, with my knowledge on my advice. I know you would not hurt my trust and ignore my love. Am I right darling?”

I innocently dropped Dev’s name in the conversation to see my wife’s reaction. She quietly nodded her head. For me that was her tacit approval of my statement. I knew then that I was going to achieve my goal. However, I could not take things for granted. I wanted her positive seal of approval. I started thinking of a devilish plan to make her agree to be fucked by Dev. I doubted if she would easily volunteer to be fucked by Dev. However, if I brought her to a situation where at least she could say that she allowed him to seduce her because she had no choice; then that would also be a great achievement. I hit upon a bright idea that might just work.

As luck would have it, Dev phoned me the next day and told me that his wife Devika and he had gone to Devika’s parents with their daughter. Dev was with them for two days and had just returned after leaving Devika to stay there for the next two weeks. He asked me if we could work out something during that period. I told him I had some idea. I explained my plan to him. He jumped at it and said that it was as good a plan as he could think. We talked some more about that before parting.  

That evening during bed time, I told Ritu with a great deal of concern in my voice, “Darling, there has been a big problem.”

Ritu asked me what it was.

I said, “Although you had told me that you had forgiven Dev for that incident of Holi and I had also reluctantly agreed to drop the matter; I was just not able to forget your anguish of that day completely. When Dev phoned me up for something three days back, I told him that you were very disturbed about his deeds on Holi day. As bad luck would have it, while I was talking to him, Devika took the phone from Dev’s hands and heard about that incident as well my chastising Dev for that.”

While I spoke, I could see Ritu’s eyebrows stretching. She didn’t say anything but her anguish was apparent. She urged me to continue. I said, “Devika asked me what had actually happened and she swore that if I didn’t tell her the truth, she would break relations with us. I had no choice but to tell her that Dev was drunk and had misbehaved with you and fondled your breasts. I told her that you had forgiven Dev. However, Devika was very upset. The whole hell has broken loose now. She apologized to me for Dev’s behaviour and disconnected the phone line. The same day Devika packed her bags in a huff and left for Delhi with their daughter to her parent’s home.”

I could see horror written on my simple wife’s face. I carried on, “Dev left for Delhi the next day trying to persuade Devika to come back. He stayed in Delhi for two days and has just returned unsuccessful and depressed. I didn’t tell you about it earlier, because I didn’t know how to. I didn’t have the courage to break this news.”

Ritu was shell shocked hearing that. She looked very upset and almost shouted at me saying, “What on earth did you do darling? That too after we talked about it in so much detail? How could you be so stupid?”

I said defensively, “But you… were very so much offended….”

Ritu cut me short and said, “So what? Sometimes we all act impulsively. But later I retracted my statement didn’t I? Yes he fondled my breasts and that was not right; but then he had done it several times earlier too. He is an impulsive person. As you said, he let out of his crush on me in that form. You also knew that he even made me hold his big thing in the bathroom once; of course covered under his shorts. At that time you did not say anything. Then why for God’s sake did you talk to him about this now?”

I noticed her reference to Dev’s cock as ‘Big thing’. That was a clear giveaway. I pretended to be shaken. I stood dumbly and was silent for a while. Then I said apologetically, “I am sorry darling. It was stupid on my part. But it is done. What do we do now? I talked to Dev after he reached Delhi. First he did not pick up the phone and then he said vaguely that he will try to manage the situation with Devika. But poor fellow could not; because he was sent back. He could not pacify Devika. She is refusing to return. I hope she doesn’t slap Dev with a divorce notice. Dev is completely shocked, broken and deflated. I called him up to apologize. But he is very much cut off with me and perhaps with you too. He just said hello, hi! Etc. but refused to talk further.”

My sweet wife was concerned. She said, “Raj, you have really messed up this. Now how do we get out of this?”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don’t know how to. I did my best. If you can think of any solution, you are welcome. After all, you know how Dev’s mind works better than me.” I ended with a loaded mischievous remark.

After a long and thoughtful pause she snapped her fingers and said, “Ok. Let us see how we can resolve this. I have an idea. You do one thing. You call him over this weekend evening under some pretext. Tell him we shall go out to see a movie or have dinner outside and have the whole evening together. If possible he could stay with us overnight; as he is alone any way. Assure him that what happened was a big misunderstanding and that I have asked you to convey to him that that Holi incident was nothing to worry about and I am not at all cross with him.”

She paused to look at me. I nodded my head and asked her to go on. She said, “Please do what you can to convince him to come over. Then when he comes, I shall take over. I know how to bring him back in his mood. After all, as you said, he has a crush on me doesn’t he?”

My simple wife Ritu ended her statement with a mischievous smile on her face. She thought she had found a solution. I knew that the solution was offered to her by me on a platter without her knowing about it.

I tried to suppress my delight and said, “I shall try to call him over. I hope he agrees to come. There is a world cup match late tonight. Dev does not miss it for his life. I shall tell him that we shall all watch the game together tonight. After the match, he can sleep the whole morning. However, I don’t know if he will agree to come at all and if he does, I don’t know how you will set him right with your over reactive and negative attitude.”

Ritu was relieved with my assurance and said forthrightly, “Well, let me worry about that. You just try and bring him over. Leave the rest to me. By the way, have your drinks ready. I shall make some special snacks.”

I asked, “Will you also join us for drinks?” and then I added, “Just a suggestion. You know Dev once mentioned that he craved to see you in an exciting outfit. How about a demo today evening, if you don’t mind?”

She said smiling, “As I said, you bring him here and leave the rest to me.”

Here after Ritu wants to narrate the story of our experiences until the end.