My Wife Seeks Tantric Sex Guru
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Ever since Nisha’s initial encounter with Russell, I had agreed that Nisha could travel and see him periodically. In fact, she would spend a Friday and Saturday night with Russell once every six weeks. She would leave on a Friday morning and return mid-afternoon on Sunday.
I would yearn for her arrival and look forward to smelling the scent on her body. Her lips tasted different and so did her body. I enjoyed the sensory changes that resulted from her being so physically intimate with another man. Nisha knew that when she arrived on Sunday afternoons from her weekend of tantric sex and its many permutations, that I was keen to have a taste. I enjoyed the fact that she had been of service to another man and that she had enjoyed it immensely. Nisha’s orgasmic heights were my priority.
I would fuck Nisha with a renewed sense of vigour and intensity, so aroused that my load would release almost prematurely. It was not without hesitation that I would taste Nisha’s pussy and detect the remnants of Russell’s cum. Her lips tasted differently when I kissed her passionately, as did her skin when I kissed her and licked her. I could tell that my wife had been fucked by another man. And it felt so good.
With this, there were moments of jealousy, but the overwhelming sensation was that of extreme pleasure. I truly enjoyed my gorgeous wife, Nisha, having this arrangement with a man she probably deserved more from the point of view of sexual fulfilment.
Russell was definitely a well-sculpted figure. His hairless chest and athletic figure, along with his keen interest in tantric sex practices to heighten a woman’s pleasure, were something that I could not compete with. I was leaner than him and also slightly shorter in height with considerabley more chest hair.
For such a beautiful woman, it only made sense that she have the opportunity to experience her sexual equal. My role was to facilitate that.
After about six months into the arrangement, Nisha’s trips to see Russell started to become a monthly affair. Her desire to be with him had increased. My desire for her to be fucked by him was also increasing.
Russell had started organising promotional events at his tantric and remedial massage centre. This involved serving drinks and hors d’oeuvres to potential clients on a Friday evening with the view to forming networks and discussing services.
Massage was his primary business. Guiding couples in tantric sex was more in the fine print. Nisha was, of course, an exception where the boundaries had definitely been crossed.
Russell was now keen to engage more couples in a guided tantric sex session, so he needed to spice up the evenings to make this new offer to existing and potential clients. For this he needed Nisha’s help. Her role was to serve the drinks and food whilst wearing a tantric outfit. She was expected to wear a short cloth around her waist, only an inch below her buttocks, with a lean cloth covering her beautiful, perky, medium breasts.
Her willingness to express her sexuality to the broader public had increased. It was as if she wanted everyone to know that she was very much a sexual being and that others, too, should be tempted by her.
Sure enough, Russell had more clients enrolling for massages, but not so much for his couple’s tantric sex sessions. So Russell turned up the heat and asked Nisha to make sure she was not wearing her g-string as she wore her tantric outfit. Nisha had initially objected, as she knew that her short cloth around her waist had previously been insufficient to hide her panty flashes when she was bending over to serve those sitting on the couch. There was also the open staircase which she would have to climb to get to the kitchen to get more supplies from time to time. Russell had essentially asked Nisha to discretely flash her pussy.
Nisha had told me about this before the event. The strange thing was that I was very comfortable with it. Interestingly, Nisha too said that she wanted to do it.
I also went to this promotional evening to see Nisha. At first she was shy about getting into such a compromising position where there would be a few bystanders who would have the opportunity to see right up her wrap and view her beautiful and moist cunt. After a few reveals, she became very confident in her stride, as if she wanted to fuck every man in the room. Russell noticed this too.
Nisha went up the open staircase to fetch more supplies. She got half-way and then pivoted slightly whilst looking back down over left shoulder. Her left leg was on the next step. There were two younger men close to the staircase. Nisha knew this, and gave them a perfect opportunity to view with great clarity her yearning pussy as she pretended to look at Russell down below, having a conversation with a potential client. Russell saw her and indicated with a nod that he was coming upstairs. I saw her walk up the remainder of the staircase as if she needed to be fucked there and then. Russell went upstairs. I, too, decided to go to the kitchen area upstair.
I could see Russell’s firm buttocks exposed with Nisha’s legs wrapped tightly around him as he thrust his cock every so vigorously into her yearning cunt. She was pinned against kitchen wall and had herself wrapped around Russell as his powerful body held her up and fucked her with pleasurable force.
Nisha moaned. Russell covered her mouth so that she wouldn’t scream and bring unnecessary attention to clients below. As he was about to come, he withdrew his well-endowed cock and with both of his hands on Nisha’s shoulders applied gentle force, indicating he wanted Nisha to suck him dry. She was on her knees and sucked his cock for only a short while, after which he came on her neck and on the cloth that was covering her breasts.
Russell and Nisha saw me standing at the entrance of the kitchen area. Russell turned to Nisha and said, “I don’t think that you are obliged only to fuck me and your husband. I can see that you have desires and would like these to be fulfilled.”
I was excited by this prospect, that Nisha may also want to explore other pastures for sexual fulfilment. I added, “I think Russell is right. Don’t be limited to just us”.
Nisha didn’t comment, but just smiled.
She hadn’t fully orgasmed and still felt and looked horny. However, she needed to change her cum-covered cloth covering her breasts before she went back downstairs to serve clients again. It would have been inappropriate to have given away to potential clients that she had, for a short while, been pleasuring her tantric guru. Russell gave her another cloth to wear to cover her breasts. It was a transparent chiffon cloth, and her nipples were highly visible. She looked absolutely gorgeous.
Russell had gone downstairs. Nisha was still contemplating whether or not to go down and reveal so much so obviously.
I told Nisha, “The fact that you have been flashing your lovely pussy to a few people makes this a walk in the park. In any case, most people have now gone anyway. Might as well try and capture the true nature of tantric sex.”
Nisha thought about it and said, “Well, I always knew that I had married an intelligent man.”
So Nisha went downstairs, with a sway in her hips, and started conversing with the small handful of potential clients that were left. One lady had asked, “I assume that you’re not married?”
Pointing at me, Nisha said, “Oh, I am. In fact that’s my husband.” Nisha went on to explain that we had an open relationship and that she and Russell were lovers.
Nisha had definitely become a lot more comfortable with her sexuality. On subsequent promotional evenings, Nisha would wear just a g-string and a revealing chiffon cloth that started just above her beautiful breasts and would end just an inch below her gorgeous, tight arse. She was prepared to reveal all and discuss her sexuality and her experience with tantric sex in a candid and confident way. Business for Russell had started to boom, with many couples asking to be guided through the tantric sex process.
She was the object of desire for most men during these evenings. And sure enough, she was seriously starting to consider entertaining the notion of fucking one or more of the more handsome men that would come along.
With all of this, I had identified a key source of my inadequacy. Nisha would often mention that Russell’s cock was six inches long. She was trying to tell me that my cock was too small for her. She measured it on erection and found it to be just three-point-nine inches. My penis was smaller than average, and no comparison to Russell's. Russell not only had the relevant size, but he knew exactly what to do with it. For Nisha, it now seemed that size mattered and that my cock was not able to deliver the orgasms and states of pleasure that she so needed.
I was still keen to know that my gorgeous wife was being well taken care of. If there was another man that desired her sexually, then so be it. In fact, I realised that I enjoyed being a cuckold husband.
Whilst having sex, Nisha would tell me, “I can’t feel your cock inside. It’s too fucking small.” It was a combination of humiliation and intense arousal. It’s as if I deserved it and enjoyed it.
Before I could cum inside her she would then force me to withdraw, and would tease me whilst stroking my cock. “Your cock is not even of average size. You have such a small cock. I don’t think you deserve to cum inside me anymore. This is why I need Russell’s beautiful cock. Yours is somewhat pathetic isn’t?”
I would reply to her, “Yes I have such a small cock. I know it’s pathetic.” I would then come intensely.
To add to the humiliation, Nisha would say, “I’m not even going to lick your cock dry or consume your cum because your cock is just too small.”
I enjoyed being belittled by my hot and much sought-after wife. The truth and reality was at times difficult to take. Nisha had come to the realisation that my cock was no longer going to satisfy her. She still loved me and wanted to be with me, and I was enjoying the humiliation and being a cuckold husband whose wife was available to fuck others more worthy.
Thus our sex life had changed, and so too had her desires to expand her horizons beyond the tantric guru.
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