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Sunita says:
The Colonel and my husband’s way of love making were different. The Colonel seemed far more sensitive to my pleasure and needs. He knew how to turn me on. He knew where to touch, what to speak, where and how to caress and where and how to use pressure or brute force to make me crave for more.

You may well ask, “Why did I let a person other than my husband fuck me?”

Well, for one, for the past few months my husband constantly expressed his fantasy that he wanted to see me being seduced by another virile male. I stubbornly resisted his idea to have that experience in practice.

Realizing that I would not agree to actually sleep with any other male; he requested I at least consider that as a fantasy. He told me that when we made love, I should at least think that someone else is fucking me and not him. When he kept on repeating his request almost every time we made love, I relented to agree only to fantasize during our intercourse.

When the Colonel visited us for the first time, my husband thought him to be that someone. He asked me to take the Colonel’s name in our game of role play. Admittedly, I was also taken in by the Colonel’s charms and agreed to accept the Colonel as a candidate for fucking me in our fantasies. I got hot with this fantasy, and my husband Sunil saw that I became horny and participated whole heartedly in fucking. His goal of making me horny and get what he wanted became a bit easier.

When we made love, my husband talked about how the Colonel would grab my boobs, how big his cock would be, how I would suck his cock, how he would lick my pussy, how I would ride on his big cock and how he would fuck me from the top and from behind. Such talks drove me up the wall. My husband Sunil perhaps had a devilish plan in his dirty mind and was slowly succeeding in it by inserting the Colonel’s name into role play.

My hubby told me that even the Colonel had his eyes on me and found me sexy. In one of their drunken talks, the Colonel told my husband how the Colonel surreptitiously watched the huge swell of my breasts under my blouse and how he went crazy watching the wiggle of my ass when he saw me walking from behind.

I was not sure if what my husband told me was true or he had just fabricated the story. When Sunil told me that, although I puh-puhed it, I was hot and horny. It clearly revealed that the Colonel was hot for me too.

After that my husband Sunil kept hinting to me if I would agree to move a bit forward. I shrugged him off saying that I did not know what he meant. However, incident after incident (As detailed in the previous parts) happened that brought the Colonel and me closer sensuously. The incident in cinema hall, during the Colonel’s coaching me in maths, on the way to the trekking camp, etcetera, made us aware of our craving for each other.

That night in Dr. Tiwari’s clinic, I don’t remember how many orgasms I had. The Colonel knew how to make me reach my high with the slightest of efforts. When I dozed off between two orgasms, he grabbed my two breasts from behind, whilst he poked his half erect cock into my ass. I didn’t know how, but he knew that I didn’t enjoy being fucked in the ass.

He never asked me for anal sex. He however, guessed smartly that I enjoyed his cock being poked into the entrance of my anal passage just a little. I didn’t know how but somehow he knew that I go crazy when my breasts are sucked or squeezed hard and nipples pinched whilst being fucked. He never let go of my breasts whilst pumping his long rod deep inside me. He kept squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples even whilst we were asleep.

When I was half asleep, he would murmur into my ears how tasteful and sumptuous my breasts were and how sweet it was to make love to me. He did not stop praising my hair, my navel, my flat stomach and my response to his sexual overtures. He told me that I was the most gorgeous woman he ever saw. He told me that he had fucked many women, but to make love to me was special and not comparable to any of his past experiences. Naturally, I took that with a pinch of salt. I was not sure that he meant it. He never used the word fucking. He always used the term “Making love”

BACK TO PRESENT
It was dawn, I was fast asleep. I was still savouring my scintillating adventure the night before, in my sleep. Both, the Colonel and I were naked and were tight in each other’s arms. I could barely open my eyes when I heard a knock on the doors.

I woke up with a start. The Colonel jumped and quickly put on his trousers and shirt. He nudged me to dress up so he could open the door.

The Colonel asked loudly, “Who is it?”

I heard the familiar voice of my husband, “It is I, Colonel, please open the door.”

I was alarmed. I was naked in the room with the Colonel and it would leave no doubt in my husband’s mind, what we were up to last night. However, I knew that I did what my husband wanted me to do for quite some time. I reasoned with myself that I had really no need to fear; I was scared and grossly guilty all the same. If my hubby was with me, when I surrendered to the Colonel, it would have been alright. However, I had sex with the Colonel in my husband’s absence and that was making me feel sinful.

I told the Colonel, “Do not talk about what happened between us to my husband, please?” the Colonel nodded his head in assent but hurriedly pointed to the heap of clothing lying by bedside. I quickly put on my robe pushing all other clothing under the bed and hurriedly tried to tidy my hair and dress. I did not know how Sunil would react if he suspected what the Colonel and I were up to last night.

The Colonel opened the door and saw my husband standing at the doorstep. He moved aside to let him in. My husband’s eyes had a kind of distant look as if he did not recognise us. He looked haggard and almost fell down when he entered into the room. The Colonel steadied him and asked him to sit on the chair. He was shaking with cold. He had torn his clothes. His trousers were also torn in several spots. I went to the pantry and made tea for all of us. The Colonel covered him with a blanket.

As he sat down on the chair and sipped hot tea, he seemed to regain a bit of strength and focus. He looked at me and smiled. Then he looked at the Colonel and said, “Thank you brother, you saved Sunita. You did what I could not do.” He stood up staggeringly and went and hugged the Colonel.

Then he came to me, looked at me in my nightgown. The gown was much smaller in size and barely covered my body. He looked at the beds. Out of the two beds, one was slept in and the other was neat with all the sheets properly folded and topped with a bedcover. I was feeling embarrassed. It was obvious to anyone that the Colonel and I had slept on the same bed. I avoided his direct gaze.

My husband Sunil came to me and hugged me lightly. He kissed my forehead and said, “Gosh, I am relieved that you both are fine.”

Looking at me he said, “I am sorry to have failed you. I did not have the heart of the Colonel.” His eyes were wet.

I kissed his lips softly and said, “You did not fail me. It was just that your friend was fast to react. He sacrificed his life for me.” I did not elaborate, hoping he would understand.

I was feeling a sense of terrible guilt. All along our married life, I was only Sunil’s. The past night changed all that. Then I was no longer only my husband’s; the Colonel also had a share in me. For an average Indian woman this was a very daunting situation. These days, some women perhaps do not give too much significance to this factor. However, they are not many. A vast majority of couples still consider monogamy as a very important factor.

Sunil was not in a position to talk. His eyes were closing as he muttered something in half sleep, collapsed on the bed and started snoring. Walking all that distance throughout the night was telling on him. I straightened him properly on the bed and removed his mud-soaked shoes. He was then able to stretch his legs properly on the bed and slept comfortably.

After the arrival of my husband on the scene, a sort of somberness descended in the atmosphere. I was unusually quiet. I had a sense of terrible guilt. The Colonel perhaps understood my predicament. Once he came and patted affectionately on my back with an understanding look. The Colonel and I silently and quickly took turns bathing. We washed and dried up our clothing near the fireplace.

As we were drying our clothing, I was not only somber but felt like weeping. The Colonel saw me in that state, came near me and took me in his arms. All my restraint broke down. I cried my heart out. The Colonel kept petting my back without asking me why I was crying. Perhaps he had the sensitivity to understand my emotions.

Dr. Tiwari came down with tea and biscuits at about 10 am. After the usual greetings, Dr. Tiwari said that an army jeep had visited him earlier in the morning. They were looking for the Colonel and his companions. Dr. Tiwari told the army person of the Colonel’s arrival and told him that the Colonel and others were asleep then.

The army person said he would come sometime in the afternoon to pick up the Colonel and others.

My husband Sunil woke up at about two pm. We ate something offered by Dr. Tiwari. The jeep was already there. All three of us left in the army jeep bidding farewell to Dr. Tiwari. We reached the camp at about 5 pm.

The camp was a picture of festivity. The news of our escaping from the terrorist den had spread like wildfire. Our adventures and how I was rescued by the Colonel went viral in the camp. The first person to congratulate us was Jyoti. She hugged me tight and after I had finished talking to the others, took me aside and asked me to tell her truthfully what had happened. I promised her to narrate the story in full detail once we had adequate time. There was a feeling of nervousness in my heart. I was not sure what kind of questions she might ask about the Colonel and me. I wanted to avoid the topic as much as possible

We had barely time to wash up and get ready for the dinner and dance in the main hall.

All the army men and women were eager to know what happened to us. Some of the army men asked the Colonel to address the audience via PA system from the dais. All were agog when the Colonel narrated in detail (excluding our intimate incidents, of course) about how we were captured, how the hefty man fell for our trap and how we gagged him and ran for our lives. The Colonel also described the landslide and that he and I both fell in the river. He did not claim that he jumped after me to save me. However, my husband Sunil announced to the audience that the Colonel had jumped deliberately to save me and it was not just a landslide. My husband publicly thanked the Colonel for his supreme courage and for risking his life to save his wife (me).

All through the evening, Sunil did not ask me what happened between the Colonel and me. It was as well, because I would not have been able to answer him coherently. I was fatigued, mentally exhausted, physically sore and sleepy.

All of us hurriedly changed and fell in the bed. I had no energy to think of anything else at that time. I was sure the Colonel was tired too, because of no sleep the previous night and hectic lovemaking we had at the dispensary of Dr. Tiwari. Sunil was already asleep, when we hit the sack. Our connecting door was half open.

Before going to sleep, I could just make out Jyoti arguing with the Colonel. Jyoti wanted to sit and talk. However, I knew that the Colonel was also exhausted more than anyone else. He told her that he was tired and wanted to go to sleep. Perhaps they had some arguments after which there was silence. We must have hit the bed at about 10 pm in the night.

We had almost 11 hours of sleep that night. I woke up at about 9 am in the morning feeling quite fresh, after the whole night sleep. However, I had bit of a pain in my shoulders and legs. When I got down from my bed my leg was a bit stiff.

There was some movement already in the Colonel’s room. The Colonel was perhaps in the washroom. Sunil was up and was on the balcony looking out to the deep and lush green forest. I walked out limping slightly and said ‘hi’ to him. He looked fresh and energetic. He kissed me lightly on my cheek and resumed his looking out of the window without speaking. I skipped a heartbeat. Did he feel I had let him down? I was sure he would have easily guessed that the Colonel and I had slept together the night before last.

When I opened the drapes, suddenly sunlight flooded in. Jyoti was nowhere to be seen.

In an hour we were all at the breakfast table. After walking a few steps, my leg felt a lot better. Jyoti had gone out for a walk and returned in time to join us for breakfast. She was wearing shorts and tight top, which made her look enticing. The lush contour of her breasts was prominently visible They protruded out of her body as if they two semi-spherical rubber balls were fixed on her chest. Her hair was wet with some drops falling on her shoulders. I saw my hubby Sunil gawking at her. That relieved me a lot. When I tapped his foot under the table, he looked away. I was sure Jyoti noticed this. The Colonel was busy eating and reading a day old newspaper.

We had decided to skip the trekking expedition that day, as we were asleep when the trekking teams started. The whole campus was deserted. There were only guards at the gate. We four were probably the only people apart from security at that time in the camp.

I was feeling pretty let down for my adventure with the Colonel without taking my husband into confidence. I did not have the courage to talk to him after having done what I did. If he had asked me, I would not have had the courage to lie. That tension made me feel so bad. However, to my husband’s credit, he did not refer even once in passing to what he saw there at Dr. Tiwari’s clinic.

I could not even look the Colonel eye to eye. He was also in similar predicament. He remained aloof and avoided talking except when absolutely necessary. I do not think my husband Sunil noticed our discomfiture. However, Jyoti noticed my mood. After we finished the breakfast, she poked my waist and said, “It is so nice outside. There is a fresh cool breeze blowing. There is a very good park half a kilometre from here. There is a beautiful spring there too. It is lovely there. I went for a walk there in the morning. We could bath in the spring also. Why don’t we walk up there, if you feel up to it? The Colonel looked out of the newspaper and said, “Good idea”.

Jyoti picked up two large mats, some towels and we walked out of the campus. There was a small park some distance away maintained by the army gardeners. The whole surrounding was deserted and serene. A spring flowed down, making a sweet cascading flowing sound. Some butterflies flew around beautiful flowers. Jyoti spread the mat just on the edge of the spring. However, she walked for a few feet in the water and sat on a rock hanging her beautiful legs touching flowing water. I sat on a rock opposite her.

Sunil and the Colonel sat distance away from us on a rock looking at us and talking something. The Colonel was pointing at the Himalayan range of mountains; perhaps telling him the name of each mountain and explaining something. In between, I saw him looking at me and surveying me appreciatively. I could see a glint of a smile on his face perhaps hinting at the night rendezvous we had the other night. Whilst the Colonel was explaining Sunil about the Himalayan Range, Sunil was hardly attentive. He was clearly looking at Jyoti and her voluptuous figure.

Jyoti playfully played with spring water with her feet, rolling her ankles around and making a little bit of sound in that quiet atmosphere. All of a sudden she swung her feet forcefully in water and splashed water at me. I swung my leg hard in the water and splashed a lot more water on her. She was not the one to let go. She jumped down in water and cupping water in her hands began throwing water on me so much that I was drenched. I jumped down too, and reciprocated in full force. She was laughing away throwing sweet clean and fresh water of the stream at me. That became a sort of game for me and Jyoti.

Very soon, Jyoti and I were fully wet. We sat in the water and tried to swim in the not so deep stream. The water there was less than waist deep. The Colonel and my husband Sunil, saw us giggling and playing in the water. I had thin cotton shirt and bra underneath. I was aware that in that condition, the shirt failed to hide my body. I was wearing a small semi-transparent bra, which did not contain my full breasts fully. My skirt rose up in clean and transparent water exposing my panty.

I was not really aware of my condition until I saw both the Colonel and my husband staring at my breasts and my bums with bloated eyes. I became conscious of their stares and did not know how to react. I looked at Jyoti, who was not in much better shape either. She had on a tight blouse with no bra underneath. Her breasts and nipples were clearly visible. As she moved, her breasts swung making a tempting scene for both the men. She did not appear too much concerned that she looked almost topless in that condition.

She came closer to me and spoke in a low voice, “Dear look, your hubby is gawking at me. Looks like he may eat me, if he had half a chance.”

I replied back, “Honey, why do you blame him. Look at yourself. You are looking practically nude. Besides, your hubby is also not sacrosanct. Look how he is also staring at my wet body.”

Jyoti replied back, “That is what beats me. He sure is crazy about you. After staying with you so close for two full nights and one full day, he does not seem to have had enough of you. That is what I call a real fanatic lover.”

I was literally taken aback. Did she guess that the Colonel fucked me the other night? How could she have guessed it? I had no way of knowing and did not have the courage to ask her. I was not even sure, if that was what she meant.

I asked Jyoti, “I wonder what our husbands are talking about?”

Jyoti quipped, “I bet my butts that my hubby must be telling Sunil how beautiful you are looking all wet.”

I retorted, “Aw, big deal! I am sure Sunil, looking at your pretty butts must be telling the Colonel; how he would wish he could squeeze and pinch them.”

Jyoti replied mischievously, “Well, he could very well do that if he really wanted it bad enough, provided you are ok with it.”

I jumped at her suggestion, “God, you are a devil, Jyoti.”

Jyoti was not the one to let it go. She retorted, “Oh, look at you! As they say, after eating 100 rats the cat goes for a pilgrimage! Don’t behave like a puritan. Tell me honestly, are you not attracted to my husband? Has he not flirted with you? Didn’t you like it? You swam with him in the pool the other day and for several hours in the river fully stuck to him. Did you not feel his cock and did he not feel your breasts. For God’s sake, don’t lie. I understand, if you are reluctant to admit it. But deny without hesitation if I am wrong.”

I was flabbergasted at the frankness of this woman. She was much more than right. I simply kept quiet.

She relaxed and said, “That is much better. The fact is our husbands crave for the other’s wife and I think it is no big deal. After a few years of married life, sex with the same partner gets boring. It applies to both, men and women. Poor women! They can’t show it for the fear of social stigma. There is a natural tendency in all of us to experience the excitement of flirting and then having sex with someone else. But one can’t do this with any Tom Dick and Harry. One needs to be discreet. There is no reason for us to be concerned if our husbands are cross craving for us. To tell you frankly, I think we also have the same feelings and I am ok with it and I know damn well that you are too. So be it.”

I murmured apprehensively, “But I feel very nervous about it. Would our husbands be ok with it?”

Jyoti was forthright again. She said, “They bloody well are not just ok, they want it more than we do. If my husband wants your ass, he bloody well has to allow Sunil to have mine. They pretty well know it too. Didn’t your hubby hint it to you, earlier? Didn’t you hint to me that he wanted to share you with my husband? They are just hesitant to be the first to take the initiative. Let them shed their hesitation, until then let us play their game. It is also possible that right now they may be plotting our seduction, who knows?”

I was amazed at the forthrightness of Jyoti. I felt respect for her truthfulness. I quietly nodded my head and carried on playing with water.

There was slightly deeper water some yards away from us, where water from the stream had collected and formed a pond. Sunil removed his shirt and jumped in the pond. He swam across to me and standing in water took me in his arms. Before I could react, he began kissing me hard on my lips mumbling, “Honey, you look hot and sexy…” His action helped relieve me of some guilt. I felt love and affection for my man; who probably knew very well that I was dishonest to him the previous night and yet loved me with all his heart. I lunged into his arms and reciprocated his kiss fully with all force at my command. At that time, I wanted to make him as happy as I could

Jyoti playfully watched us kissing. After a few seconds, she shouted at her husband, “Can’t you see them? Don’t you feel anything? You have someone here you may kiss, if you like.” Her fingers pointed at her lips.

I saw the Colonel moving awkwardly in the water towards her. He threw off his shirt and exposed his biceps and hairy chest as he walked to his wife. As soon as the Colonel neared Jyoti, she jumped down in water and tried to run away from the Colonel to challenge him to catch her. However, her foot must have fallen on a rock. She staggered and fell in the water. I heard her cry out loud.

I looked at her and saw the Colonel lift her up. She had her legs clutched around the Colonel’s waist. Her shorts were literally short and in that condition, her ass crack was clearly on display. Her panty was thin and scanty; she wrapped her legs around the Colonel and reached his mouth to make him kiss her. When she raised her butts to match the Colonel’s mouth to kiss him; her shorts with her panty had slipped down. I saw my hubby keenly looking at her ass from behind, trying to avoid getting caught by me.

The Colonel and Jyoti got engaged in close intimate kissing. Under a blue sky, in waist deep water and in the vicinity of nature in full glory; we two couples were engaged in playing our own intimate games with our spouses.

Suddenly Sunil pushed his arm inside my top and pulled the top buttons of my shirt. I tried to move away. In the hassle, two or three buttons of my shirt got pulled off. Not caring, Sunil inserted his hand inside my shirt and quickly unclasped my bra before I had time to react. He began fondling my boobs. I was taken by surprise and exclaimed awkwardly, “What are you doing? They are watching us?”

Sunil did not stop. He said, “So what? Am I doing something illegal? You are my wife. I can bloody well do anything. Besides, I don’t care if they are watching. By now, they have seen enough of us.”

I stopped in my tracks. Was he hinting at my adventure of the other night with the Colonel? I asked him, “What do you mean?”

Sunil replied to my great relief, “You know what I mean. Did he not see you naked in the washroom the first day we arrived, when you could not bolt the door?”

I had no answer. I had to relent. I said, “Ok, fine, but not here. It’s open. There could be somebody else watching us.”

Sunil left me and said, “Ok, then let us go back to our cottage. But there, I will have you and you are not going to stop me; with them watching us or not. Ok?”

I had to agree. I said, “Ok Baba.”

Sunil wanted to drive a hard bargain in my moment of weakness, he said, “And remember your earlier promise. You will fulfill your commitment, agreed?”

Without a second thought, I replied, “I will fulfill my commitment. However, I have a condition.”

Sunil looked at me questioningly. I said, “I will not be the only one. Jyoti must also join in. Both of us must be cross fucked. Agreed?”

My husband was all smiles. This is what he desired. He said, “You have to prepare them for that.”

I said, “Why only me? That is your job too. However, I think Jyoti is more than ready.”

The Colonel and Jyoti were out of earshot and could not hear our conversation. However, they watched Sunil fondling my breasts and kissing me. I saw glee on the face of Jyoti and a trace of awkward emotions (jealousy, was it?) on the Colonel’s face. I wondered, if he thought I was his already.

It was about 11 am. We had just separated from our spouses and were catching our breath when I realized that the sky had become overcast with dark heavy clouds. It started drizzling. At the camp, they said that weather in this region was like a woman’s mood: totally unpredictable. It might be warm in the morning and suddenly a thunderstorm would cool down the temperature in the afternoon so much that one might need woolens.

In no time it started raining heavily. We were all wet anyway. However, we were all fully drenched in the downpour. Jyoti’s two towels also got soggy with water. It started raining heavily. We all picked our things and ran for the camp.

Our dress stuck to our body making it look as if we had no clothes on. Our skin was visible through wetness. I had no time to clasp my bra. I was therefore almost bra-less and my generous boobs swung wildly as we ran. I was afraid that my breasts were visible through the thin cotton shirt. Jyoti’s condition was worse. Not only Jyoti’s breasts but also her aureolas and nipples were visible. As she ran, her breasts jumped up and down making a great spectacle.

We climbed upstairs running and reached our cottage. The Colonel opened his room. We all stood there trying to catch our breath after the brisk run. Jyoti’s and my breasts heaved up and down as we were breathing hard. We were wetting the floor in the Colonel’s room with water dripping down our dress and bodies.

Sunil and the Colonel were ogling at both Jyoti and me lewdly. Interestingly, although nothing was clearly visible under their wet shorts, my husband, and the Colonel both had a big tent in their trousers. Both males looked horny. I felt embarrassed as I was looking like completely stripped of clothes and so was Jyoti.

My husband Sunil came near me and started kissing me again. Since we both couples had already kissed our spouses earlier in each other’s presence, there was no major awkwardness. I knew at least my husband was horny. I went into his arms and kissed him back allowing him to insert his tongue into my mouth and sucking his tongue of his saliva and gulping it. I could not suppress a “Upphhh…” escaping my lips.

Sunil did not just stop at kissing me. He inserted his hand between us and began fondling my breasts with one hand and squeezed my butts with the other pressing me harder into him. I could feel his cock straining the cloth of his shorts. It was so awkward standing wet in the room in front of the Colonel and Jyoti and get kissed and fondled by your hubby. However, I neither had the courage nor power to stop him. Perhaps he wanted to demonstrate to the other couple how much he loved me.

When I heard a deep moaning sound coming from Jyoti’s throat was when I became conscious that both the Colonel and Jyoti were also engaged in kissing each other and Jyoti gave out a clear signal to us that they were not to be left behind.

Sunil continued kissing me and kept slowly pushing me backwards towards the bed in the Colonel’s room for what must have been close to three minutes. The Colonel and Jyoti had stopped kissing and watched us making out. I was breathless. Suddenly I felt a towel thrown on our head. I turned slightly and saw that Jyoti had placed a towel on our heads for us to wipe ourselves dry. She said. “Do what you want, but dry up first. I don’t want my bed wetted, at least not by rain water.”

As I picked up the towel, got separated from Sunil and began to walk towards our room, Jyoti came in front of me and stopped me. She said, “Today is a sort of holiday for us. I insist that we should all spend the whole of today together in this room. Stay and change here. Sunil will get you your dress. I have been feeling left out in your adventure of the previous night. I want to hear all that happened exactly as it happened and not what you all said in that gathering. I know much more happened than what you have publicly revealed. So get ready and shoot without keeping back anything. We are all not just close friends, we are personally intimate friends. There should be no secret between us, should there be?” Jyoti asked looking pointedly at me in particular.

I felt like the floor would swallow me. How would I be able to gather the courage to tell them what happened the night before last? What would happen to my husband and to the Colonel’s wife Jyoti when they would learn that I cheated them? What face will I have to face my husband, when he would learn all this? I wondered.

However, Jyoti’s next sentence relieved me a little. She said, “For example, Sunita tried to titillate and encourage that fat hulk to feel her body, and did in fact, let him feel her. I want to know exactly what happened there. I hope you won’t disappoint me, would you?”

Nobody spoke. That meant that they agreed. Anyway, Jyoti was right to expect that we should be fair to her and tell her all. I also nodded my head in agreement dumbly; hoping that I did not look unconvincing.

Sunil returned with just a nightgown, which he had specially bought for me on the occasion of our previous marriage anniversary. It was sheer and revealed more than it hid. I looked at him. He smiled and winked at me and gently pushed me to the washroom. He did not bother to give me my underwear. I came out of the washroom dry but not more modest looking than when I was fully drenched.

I walked quietly back into the room aware that all the three eyes were focused on me and movements of my breasts, bums and curves. I felt like a model being watched closely by three piercing eyes, except that I had a gown that could hardly be called a dress. It was thin semitransparent wraparound. I walked to the bed knowing that the two males in the room watched swaying of my heaps and juggling of my boobs lewdly. I slid to the pillow position under the cover of the bed sheet spread on the bed and sat with a pillow behind my back resting my back on the pillow and the headboard, hoping that I looked more decent sitting with most of my body under the bed sheet than when I was walking.

I knew that my hubby was in a highly romantic mood and would certainly undress me in spite of the presence of the Colonel and Jyoti. I did not want to be exposed, although I doubted my chances of success in that endeavor.

My hubby was next to go to the washroom. He changed into a short not bothering either to wear the underwear nor the top. So did the Colonel. Colonel’s strong, long and muscular arms and shapely biceps caused ripples in my mind. His hairy chest with bulge was filled with hard muscles.

Sunil came and slid by my side under the bed sheet, pushing me to the centre of the bed. He lay on his back and also made me lie flat on my back on a bed. Next was Jyoti. The Colonel also gave her a nightgown that was not much different from mine. It was obvious that she did not wear anything underneath. She walked to the bed and sat beside me. Seeing both me and Sunil under the bed sheet, she also slid under it. Finally, the Colonel came and sat at the other end next to his wife Jyoti. He too covered himself under the bed sheet.

Jyoti looked straight into her husband’s eyes and then turned to look at me and said, “Yesterday was the day of huge and risky adventure for you three. You people suffered a lot and my darling was phenomenal as always.”

Jyoti raised herself from under the sheet and kissed her husband lightly on lips and again lay resting on her back. The bed sheet slipped off her chest. I saw my husband gawking at her perky breasts and erect nipples which looked like hills under thin cloud cover.

The Colonel broke his silence and said, “To be frank, I was not really the hero in our adventure yesterday. I think really all the credit must go to Sunita without whose help and active support, we would perhaps have been dead now. Am I right Sunil?”

Sunil raised his head up and looking over us two females, he said, “Absolutely. If she had not seduced that big bloody hulk, we would have been either dead or in jail in a foreign country. She sacrificed her personal esteem and offered herself to that abominable gorilla.”

“Gosh! Did you seduce that big guy? Really?” Jyoti exclaimed excitedly. She rose up and bending over me, kissed my belly button through the gown. She then lay on the bed, turned towards me resting sideways on her shoulder, arm and pelvis. Her one foot kept nudging my feet. The bed sheet slipped off to her knees.

Jyoti took my hand in her hands and began caressing it with love. She asked, “Sunita, tell me frankly what happened after you were hijacked by that fat sod on his horse? Since I could not be there, I am very eager to know all that happened. Don’t be shy. Be truthful and tell me all.”

I looked at my husband. He smiled and turned sideways towards me, pushing away the bed sheet cover. He rested his one hand on my belly, nodded his head to give me go ahead. I caught Jyoti’s hand in my hands and caressing her palm. I said, “I shall tell you all that happened as it happened.”

Jyoti said, “Carry on. I am all ears.” Jyoti turned towards me with her lovely bums towards her husband. Her husband turned sideways behind her poking his cock into her ass and stretched his one hand around her over her breasts and rested it so close to my arm, carefully keeping a slight distance.

I said, “That fellow, whom you describe as a fat slob pulled me up from the forest camp site and made me sit in front of him on the horse. You know how they picked up your husband (the Colonel) and my hubby at gun point. Whereas others moved ahead, the fat slob slowed down his horse deliberately and remained behind others so that others do not see what he was doing to me. He tied my hands behind me and strapped me tight to the horse. He then with his one hand held the reins of the horse and used the other hand to poke and push me all over my body.

He was a huge man and his palms were almost twice the size of my palm. With one hand he kept squeezing me.”

Jyoti was excited. She asked, “You mean he kept squeezing your boobs, right?”

I was slightly miffed. She wanted me to speak the erotic words openly. I replied, “Of course, he did, silly. Not only that, he made me almost ride on him. He made me sit on his crotch. He kept pulling me back so that he could poke my bum with his you know…year?”

Then it was the turn of Jyoti to get irritated. She exclaimed, “For God’s sake, don’t behave like a bloody prude yaar (‘buddy’). If he poked his bloody cock into your ass, say so honey! We are all grown ups and know what ass and cock are. We are no juveniles here.”

I was taken aback by Jyoti’s brass reaction. I looked back at Sunil, who pressed into me from behind and said encouragingly, “it’s okay, darling.” He then said to Jyoti, “Dear, don’t be sarcastic. Sunita is a bit shy to speak so openly. She is not like you dear!”

Sunil addressed me, “Darling, speak up openly. After all, we are all intimate with each other. There is no difference between me and the Colonel and Jyoti and you. We should not have any secrets between us. Should we?” he asked questioningly to the Colonel and Jyoti. Both shook their heads. He indirectly tried to make his point by implication.

Sunil turned sideways and made me turn too, pushing his body closer behind me. I felt Sunil’s hand slowly moving on my gown covering my boobs. I ignored it and decided to be forthright. I continued, “Ok, if you say so. The fat hulk kept poking his big cock in my ass through my dress. He perhaps wanted to make me feel how big he was. Whilst riding from behind and poking his big tool into my ass, he kept fondling and squeezing my breasts all the time with his one free hand. My hands were tied at the back. They touched his big cock. He was wearing loose baggy trousers. He must have unzipped his fly because, as the horse ran and I kept bumping on the jungle trail, my hands kept brushing with his engorged cock.”

My description increased the temperature in the room several degrees. Even Jyoti was excited. Her eyes were shining with interest to hear more. I felt my husband’s cock getting harder and poking my bums from behind. His fingers began to play with my breasts. I was covered by the flimsy gown. However, I could see that Jyoti was also shuffling on the bed. The Colonel was fondling Jyoti’s boobs. The Colonel’s hands and my breasts were not far away.

Jyoti could not suppress her curiosity. She asked mischievously, “Was his cock really big? Did you feel it in your hands? Did you massage it?”

I was cheesed off at her statement. I said, “Jyoti in that condition would you care to think of all those things? Now, it sounds erotic. However, at that time, I was scared to death. I did not know if we would come out of it alive or not. I did what I could not avoid. Yes, his cock was big. He made it a point to push it in my hands. He was horny as hell. He was, however, not able to do much because he had to avoid showing to his colleagues that he was cosy with me. Since he had to keep pace with other horses, he could not do as much as he would have done otherwise.”

I continued, “As the horse kept jumping up and down, I had severe back pain. I am not accustomed to riding a horse and the exercise was terrible for me. My back pained so much at that time. It even pains now. Sunil’s hands moved away from my boobs. He began massaging my back. I felt relieved. His squeezing my shoulder blades skillfully helped ease the pain a lot. I exclaimed, “Gosh! It feels better. Please keep doing it. The horse ride, helpless swim in the river and long walk after that had their toll on me. Both my shoulders and legs were aching.”

Sunil pushed harder from behind into me. He straightened up and made me straighten up too. I felt his hard and big cock making room between my ass cheeks in spite of the cloth in between. His one hand was under my arm and came up from beneath me to fondle my breasts and the other hand travelled over my shoulders and massaged my shoulders. I was not sure if my husband was massaging by shoulder blades or fondling my breasts for the benefit of the other couple. My gown opened from top. He had perhaps unhooked top two buttons. As I was engrossed in talking, I did not realize it. I must have looked more or less topless at that time. The bed sheet lay discarded at our feet.

To get better access to my back, Sunil had pushed my gown down a bit. Sunil massaged my shoulders with his palm and fingers. He was good at massage and whenever I had back ache, I asked him to massage my back, shoulders or feet and he did a good job of it. However, my massage invariably concluded with Sunil fondling my breasts, plying with my clit, ass and finally ending up with fucking me. I was not sure that that day was going to be different. I didn’t know where and how he would do it.

I continued, “The bastard kept squeezing my breasts so hard that it started to pain badly. Fortunately, others who were ahead of him slowed down to check why our horse was behind and that made the fat fellow take his hand away from my breasts for a while.”

I stopped as I felt Sunil’s one hand squeezing my breasts hard. I realized that there was no cover to hide my breasts as my gown was practically open from the top. I looked back at him. I tried to gently push his hand away. However, he did not pay heed to my mild resistance. He grabbed my breasts in his hand. He was excited and horny. I was turned on myself. After my stormy night with the Colonel, I was feeling terribly guilty for having left my husband out.

I wanted to express my gratitude to my husband for not making an issue when he knew that I must have slept with the Colonel, the night before. I wanted him to enjoy me fully, whichever way he wanted it. If he had asked me to let him fuck my ass, I would have agreed that day, although I detested anal sex.

I pushed my hand behind me and touched his cock. His cock was hard and I sensed some wetness on his shorts. I stroked his cock slowly. I was ready, nay, eager to please him. However, I felt that we were hardly in the right situation with the Colonel and Jyoti watching us from close range. In fact, the way Jyoti’s eyes popped up, I felt that my boobs were openly exposed in front of Jyoti. They must have also noticed me cranking my husband’s cock.

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