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Hi, It’s Me Mani again..Came back with another real sex story but its not mine. An ISS Reader Asked me to share their story to You all. Anyone who want give their stories can email me at even girls and married ladies can approach me, present at Hyderabad. Okay, coming back to the story now…
His name was Anirban Mukherjee, aged now some 30+, working in a Calcutta-based MNS in marketing department. He’s dark, average in built, with high libido. And his gorgeous wife, Sarda {nee Yadav}, was his younger by 3 years. A sharp-featured beauty, with sharp temptation written in eyes, she’s pinkish-fair in complexion, tall in height (5’5”), endowed with a shapely mouth-watering body (now 36b / 30 / 36), with contemporary outlook and affable in attitude.
By the way, Anirban’s, wife, Sarda, was not a Bengali; she is a Hindu ‘Jat’ or ‘Haryanvi’ girl from Rania in Sirsa district of Haryana. Their fathers had been intimate friends since their college days at Delhi, and later when (2010) his father proposed his bosom friend to get his only daughter Sarda as his ‘bahu’ (daughter-in-law), unorthodox Yadav family gladly accepted the matrimonial proposal, and she was married off to Anirban, a Bengali Brahmin by caste, in early May 2011 at Delhi where his parents lived in. Thus theirs was an arranged marriage; she, a B.Sc (physics) from Punjab University, was then at her -24 years.
Contextually speaking, Anirban had spent his early years in a Boarding or residential School, situated in a remote village in west Bengal, where those boys would bathe in an open village-pond outside their hostel complex. Local people or villagers, including bustier young women, would also come to bathe there.
So, naturally, he would often see girls bathing or swimming in that pond alfresco, and his curious eyes would run over or be glued to the elated breasts of those girls or women that poked though their water-drenched, thereby constricting ‘aanchal’ or ‘pallu’ (of the sarees), while coming out from that pond. And perhaps unselfconsciously, he developed a prone to lusting for youthful woman’s breasts. . . And he used to masturbate in toilet with those pert endowed breasts in mind… and sometimes even fantasizing that a male, other than himself, enjoying a pair of mature breasts . . . until he reached ejaculation. Thus this adolescent habit developed in him some bizarre inclination towards hedonistic voyeurism.
However, on the first (bridal) night Anirban found his dream-wife in his +24-year-old bride Sarda —- a multi-orgasmic, horny and noisy during sex, her breasts being orbicular or round-shaped, sensitive, and slightly hard-fleshed, full of resilience. She was not perhaps virgin . . . as she did not bleed when was penetrated, but Anirban did not bother about all this. They became candid to each other in first two conjugal days. And Anirban, on her asking, zealously unveiled his school-day pranks — his pranks to be Peeping Tom etc — to his new wife or bride who giggled at his innocent dalliance or adolescent curiosities in those days…
A candid conversation between them was going on while they were fore-playing in their room on the 2nd night. His passion towards woman’s breasts augmented Sarda’s excitement; she concentrated on his words to understand his sex-mind, and found his unspoken prone to voyeurism. And she blurted or suddenly asked her husband whether he would like stranger males lusting for her or would mind her mild exhibitionism.
Anirban was taken aback by her question, but it also created in him a strange excitement. He looked into his bride’s eyes and nodded his head in affirmation. Sarda smiled and said she would try it out some day provided it matched him. Her proposition or approbation to such fun further augmented Anirban’s excitement, and he immediately came over her to release his liquid tension in her womb.
Well, gradually a couple of moths or rather two years elapsed away [2013], and despite their want for a child at earliest Sarda was not being conceived and medical test indicated sperm-dysfunction with Anirban. The doctor advised the couple to try out another male’s sperm to get a child . . . or, in other words, Sarda was suggested to get impregnated by another male from their closer circle or a surrogate stranger.
A few weeks later one day [early June 2012] Anirban incidentally came across his school-day buddy Amit Kishku in the metro-train. This Kishku was a tribal guy — Saantal by race — who had been Anirban’s room-mate also in the hostel. Swarthy tall and healthy, Kishku was Anirban’s bosom friend in school. In fact, it was Amit who had instilled the practice of ‘watching the bathing girls’ into Anirban in those hostel days [in late-nineties]. They were not meeting together after almost 14 years. . .
Anirban took Kishku to his office to chat with him in the office-chamber. They chatted together a lot there, and remembered their old memories and old friends. From him, Anirban came to know that Kishku was still bachelor . . . though he’s in habit of sometimes paying his visit to a whore-house in Central Calcutta where he got a particular harlot, Nandini by name, as his steady woman. And Kishku insisted on Anirban to accompany him to her place to see her. Anirban initially hesitated to go with Kishku that he had never gone to a brothel earlier.
But then, persuaded by Kishku and actually out of a curiosity, Anirban finally went to that (private) brothel with his boyhood friend Amit Kishku. And Kishku took Anirban to a room on the 3rd floor, and introduced him to Nandini — a girl in her mid-twenties, dusky, quite pretty to look at, and endowed with a voluptuous body. She was in casuals. It was a sweaty summer day, and she served us chilled beers in her room. She also joined us and sat between Kishku and Anirban on the same sofa. In talks, she was polite and modest. Anirban was somewhat smitten by Nandini’s sexy pulchritude, though he was trying hard to hide his lust for Nandini from Kishku. But Amit could somehow sense it, and did not mind it.
Well, after boozing or consuming 2 / 3 bottles of beers, all three of them were feeling little tipsy, little aroused also. Then suddenly Kishku pulled her to his lap, and pulling her on her back in his lap, he started unbuttoning her shirt, dead in my presence in the room. Anirban felt slightly embarrassed at it. And the moment Anirban tried to stand up, Nandini caught him by hand and pulled him back to his seat. By then her shirt had been undone down her front, revealing her heavy breasts, still clad in the bra. Now she sat up and unhooked the bra by herself, thus turning topless before two men.
Her breasts, not unlike Sarda, were also very firm and elated, tipped with dark brown areolae. Soon Anirban lost his continence, and joined the fun. Kishku pulled his friend to her bosom and in no time Nandini’s twin domes were shared between Kishku and Anirban, one each. Horny Nandini turned wild in the hands of two breast-crazy males at a time . . . and they filled her by turns.
And this was the moment when a bizarre idea of sharing lovely Sarda with this swarthy strong tribal gay suddenly occupied and obsessed Anirban. . .Well, Anirban would never hide anything from Sarda, and vice-versa, and therefore, this Kishku-episode also he divulged to his understanding wife Sarda in a day or two, also speaking his mind to her that he wanted her to date Kishku and somehow save him from the clutches of harlot Nandini or divert his addiction towards her.
Initially, Sarda repulsed Arindam’s idea, but later she changed her mind thinking that, to protect Anirban from visiting Nandini with Kishku, it would be wiser to accommodate prurient Kishku in her own physical domain. And good-looking Sarda finally agreed to her husband’s proposition on condition that if her tacit and secret affairs with his buddy Kishku eventually put her into a trouble, or caused her pregnancy or impregnation, he would not force her to abort her pregnancy. . Anirban gladly agreed to her condition.
Now Sarda wanted Anirban to bring Kishku home someday over dinner. So, accordingly, a date or schedule was programmed. And thus it was 21st June, Thursday (2012) — the auspicious day of Ratha Yatra — which the childless Couple scheduled for their first venture, or Sarda’s secret promiscuous escapade outside marriage, with Kishku.
That evening [21st June 2012], after an evening bath, Sarda dolled herself in her traditional outfits — saree etc. It was a black chiffon saree, over black cotton petticoat, with a matching tight black U-necked chiffon-made blouse with black nylon [then 34b-measured] brassier underneath. And in this total Black, fair-complexioned Sarda simply looked gorgeous and seductress — just very very hot — perhaps because her pinkish-fair pectoral skin was faintly but discernibly accentuating out the semi-diaphanous fabrics of her clothes.
Round about 7 pm Kishku dropped down to Arindam’s place. Anirban welcomed him in, and introduced Sarda to him. Kishku just turned agape in wonder and fascination at the first sight, smitten by her pulchritude as well as penetrating sex-appeal. On other hand, sexy Sarda, to her surprise, also felt a weird attraction towards Kishku’s raw tribal sensuality — and the moment Kishku’s eyes fell on her pert bosom, Sarda irresistibly felt wet in her public cave. And in mind she thanked Anirban for bringing such a strong athlete-bodied ebony wolf to devour her prime youth.
Soon Anirban and Kishku were relaxing in the hall, while Sarda went to the kitchen to bring drinks (whiskey) and snacks etc, and put it all on the centre-table of the Sofas. And while, having slightly leaned forward over the centre-table, Sarda’s pallu suddenly slid off her [left] shoulder and fell down, in a heap, revealing her midriff or bust-contours, thereby giving their guest-friend a jolt of desire up his spine. And Kishku’s eyes sparkled with lust for Sarda.
Anyway, having adjusted her fallen pallu, Sarda gathered her seat, facing Kishku. And, all three of them, now occupied in their chit-chats and boozing etc. They were enjoying their drinks and chats among themselves. Of course, Kishku’s eyes appeared to stay glued to Sarda’s pectoral skin or complexion visibly poking up through her black-hued diaphanous blouse-material and pallu as though to lure Kishku to unveil and molest her femininity. . . Sarda felt the heat of ecstasy in her as Kishku was eating up her pair of arrogantly-firm breasts with his eyes. From Sarda’s mien, Anirban easily guessed her mind, and it gladdened him. And he became hard in his trousers.
However, after 3 rounds of drinks, Sarda turned tipsy. And aroused Anirban whispered something to Kishku’s ear whose face turned resplendent with desire. And now without any hesitation Kishku hopped over beautiful and full-bodied Sarda, and next moment he just torn apart her blouse — all its hooks went flying, followed by his next action to peel the bra off her, thus completely exposing Sarda’s breasts to him or them. Sarda did not have resisted his abrupt advance or molestation-approach. She shrieked aloud the moment Kishku’s broad and strong palms grabbed her breasts . . . and started strongly cupping as though to tear her firm and soft-hard-fleshed or resilient domes from her chest.
Soon Kishku’s hungry mouth came over a breast and began sucking it up as if to look for milk in it. On that impulse, and at that time, Anirban poured some raw whiskey over Sarda’s breasts, asking Kishku to lick it clean or taste it from her breasts, and Kishku obeyed him. Sarda was reeling like a reed in the naughty hands and mouth of her hubby’s tribal buddy Kishku, a repeated or series of moans of pleasure went on to escape Sarda and which heightened up Kishku’s passion. He thus brought horny Sarda to a shuddering orgasm, and thereafter he denuded her completely, also himself. Sarda’s eyes popped wide to witness Kishku’s massive erection throbbing in sexual fury now.
Upright before the seated Sarda, he offered Sarda his ebony cock for her blowjob on it, and gladly and spontaneously she engulfed him while Anirban kept wife-watching, fascinated and speechless.
Holding Kishku’s waist by hands, Sarda bobbed her eager mouth, to-and-forth, on his cock or cock-shaft, with her tongue-tip rolling over its glans or blackish cock-head, thus making him sigh in bliss. Having placed his palms on Sarda’s bare shoulders, Kishku, in his upright position in her front, continued churning, back-and-forth, in her mouth. And then came a moment when Sarda sensed his ensuing seminal outburst . . . and then, in no time, with a groan, Kishku flooded out into her sucking mouth in a jet. Sarda saw stars by the impact of his onrush, and patiently she gathered up his initial globs of sperms in her mouth, and then pulled him out of her mouth to receive his residual squirts over her elated breasts. Kishku’s remaining lava showered on her breasts and coated or covered up her entire breasts with a thin milky layer of his ejaculated semen that ran down her domes.
Even after his ejaculation, Kishku stayed erect and ready. Now, with consent of Anirban, Kishku uplifted Sarda in his arms and proceeded to her bedroom to fill her womb this time. Anirban stayed back in the hall, still boozing. Little after, Anirban heard their audible love-sounds, including the crunching-sounds of the bed-springs that echoed out from that bedroom, suggesting their wild coital swaggering, or copulation.
Anirban entered the bedroom after another couple of minutes — and by then Kishku had filled her once, without condom. Anirban saw his clothless wife relaxing or laying supine, speechless, with her face resplendent with ecstasy and satisfaction. Kishku was still at her breasts.
Delighted Anirban when asked his buddy whether she tasted better than Nandini, he turned crimson in coy — but admitted that Nandini was no match to Sarda in terms of feature or looks, figure or body, sex-appeal, and satisfaction. His words elated Sarda who, in turn and gratitude, offered him her consent to use her youth to get rid of his sexual tension and urges, whenever he desired or felt like, in lieu of Nandini. Kishku giggled, and nodded his head in affirmation.
Thereafter, Kishku resumed his 2nd round of lovemaking with Sarda with equal savage emotion as before, and pumped his seeds into her womb again, now dead in front of his voyeur buddy Anirban.
That night Kishku night-stayed at Anirban’s place and, after dinner, he and Anirban took Sarda almost all that night, by turns, till they are all played out and asleep together in the same bed.
Thus began a new episode in the conjugality of Sarda and Anirban, in which straight Kishku was accommodated as a (secret) ‘third companion’ [on heterosexual terms], without Sarda-Anirban’s marriage getting spoiled or imperiled or emotionally complicated.
Well, by 1st week of July [2012] Sarda missed her period, and her intuition apprised her that now she’s in the family way, obviously impregnated by Amit Kishku. Well, soon the medical test confirmed Sarda’s nascent pregnancy. This impregnation from the surrogate (Kishku), however, otherwise delighted Sarda and Anirban, though the Couple did conceal it from Kishku ab initio.
However, finally, in 2nd week of May 2013, Sarda delivered a cite healthy reddish-skinned [suggesting dark complexion] male-baby in a private hospital at SaltLake city, Calcutta.
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