Sexpress my wife

Last year, my wife Ratna and I went on holiday to Lonavala. We arrived at Hotel Fariyas around noon. Ratna went off to the toilets to change and freshen up before collecting our car. When she came back I let out a low whistle. She looked fantastic. She had changed out of her salwar kameez and was wearing a tight fitting blouse with an equally tight knee length white skirt which showed off her fabulous legs and fleshy thighs to great advantage. She had also taken off her bra and her prominent nipples, which capped her 36D breasts, were clearly visible, straining against the thin yellow material of her blouse.

As we collected our car, the front desk manager made it clear with his gaze that he approved of the way Ratna looked he couldn’t take his eyes off her for one second. She was clearly enjoying the attention she was getting.

We had been driving down the expressway towards a lonely spot near Pune for over an hour when we came across two lads hitch-hiking. Ratna said, “It might be a good idea to give them a lift, Shrini.” I stopped the car and they eagerly climbed in, one in the back and one in the front with me. The young, strapping men introduced themselves as students from Pune who had had a car broken down. Sunjay, who was the tallest and darkish with an excellent physique said he was 22. He introduced his friend in the back, who was more muscular as Firoz, aged 20. After we talked for a while covering a wide range of subjects, Ratna asked them if they had any girlfriends and the conversation’s tone changed. Sanjay and Firoz asked Ratna if she had any boyfriends and the subject changed drastically to sex. I adjusted the rear view mirror to see the two of them while Ratna described in detail the first time she had had extra-marital sex, reveling in the attention she was getting and I was savoring it too – and gently encouraging her from time to time. Some years ago she had given in to the attentions of a young North Indian instructor at her keep fit classes and she gave the lads a step by step account of how she was fucked by him.

Although I had heard the story before, I was amazed at the detail she went in to when telling the tale this time. Then I heard the sound of a zip going down and looking in the mirror, I saw Sanjay undoing the zipper on the side of Ratna’s skirt. He pulled it down over her sexy legs and then off. Sanjay tapped Firoz on the shoulder. He turned round to see what was happening and his eyes bulged at the sight of Ratna’s bare thighs. It was clear that Ratna was very much aroused by telling her story – her white cotton panties were obviously damp. Sanjay then eased her legs apart and pulled the panties to one side her dark pink pussy lips (I like to keep them hairy) and began rubbing his fingers up and down the length of her slit. He stroked her panties as Ratna began to make soft whimpering noises with the pleasure she was so obviously deriving from Sanjay’s efforts. She obeyed willingly when Firoz asked her to remove her b louse and show them her huge tits. Then Firoz climbed into the back, feeling her stocking-clad legs and finger fucking her while Sanjay mauled her breasts. My cock was now at bursting point, this was something I had always wanted to see. My gorgeous wife with other men. I saw the two lads take out their cocks and place Ratna’s hands on them. I found it difficult to concentrate on my driving as I watched her gently wank them.

I noticed a ‘Hotel’ sign and suddenly had the idea of booking a room so that we could take things a little further than the cramped confines of the car. When I voiced my suggestion they all agreed and Ratna just about got her skirt and blouse back on when we pulled up in the motel forecourt. I told the lads to stay in the car while Ratna and I booked the room. She could hardly walk after the session in the back seat with the boys and her nipples were poking out more than ever. She had just managed to fasten the first couple of buttons on her blouse, exposing her deep cleavage to all who cared to see. “Are you sure about this, Shrini?” she said. “You know what’s going the happen in that room, don’t you?” I smiled at her, my heart thumping wildly, images of their cocks going into her. “I’m sure;” I managed to stammer. It was a typical seedy Hotel and the owner was a sweaty bald man in his fifties. He gave us a family room of one double bed and two singles. Handing me the key, his eyes diverted to Ratna’s heaving breasts. Once the four of us got into the room the fun really started. Al and Ratna went straight onto the main bed and Sanjay and I sat on the singles to enjoy the proceedings.

Firoz stripped Ratna until she was just wearing her white panties and high heels, then he removed his own clothes. Firoz had an almost god-like physique with a cock to match, around ten inches long. First they started to kiss passionately and as they moved their heads I could see their tongues darting furiously into each other’s mouths. Ratna swallowed their mixed saliva lasciviously. Sanjay told them to take up the 69 position and they readily obliged. They were side on to me and I could clearly see Ratna lick Firoz’s entire shaft and move her tongue around the dribbling end of his cock before the whole length disappeared down her hungry throat. Firoz had pulled her pink cunt lips apart and mercilessly rubbed her clitoris with his tongue, sending her into spasms of delirious joy. Both Sanjay and I had our cocks out and were wanking as we watched Firoz slip out of Ratna’s sucking mouth and move round on top of her so he could fuck her properly. She grabbed his monster root, her hands small in comparison, and eagerly guided it to the entrance of her cunt. Then, in one swift movement, he drove it powerfully up her to the hilt. He began to thrust in and out of her most violently. Ratna was practically screaming with pleasure and wrapped her thighs ‘n’ legs around his back so that he could g et his battering ram even further up her.

I moved to the rear of them so I could get a better view of the glistening cock that was steam-hammering away at my wife’s welcoming love-hole. He kept pounding away and then grunted a couple of times before shooting what must have been torrents of spunk deep into my wife. I could actually see his balls pumping and the white sperm oozing out the sides of my wife’s well fucked hole. I hadn’t noticed Sanjay getting undressed; I had been so engrossed by the action on the bed. Sanjay took Firoz’s place beside Ratna’s glistening body. Sanjay was an overt tit man, losing no time in working on Ratna’s big breasts. He sucked on her mounds, sucking her nipples – they became longer than I have ever seen them before. He rubbed her nipples with the tip of his penis and told her to hold her breasts together so he could tit fuck her. It was an amazing sight watching Sanjay’s eight inch vein cock driving between Ratna’s breasts and soon he came, making a spunky mess all over her tits, face and hair. Ratna cleaned herself up by wiping the sperm away with her fingers and licking them dry. The two lads spent the night with us, lasting well into the early hours, screwing Ratna in a variety of positions. She received spunk down her throat and up her cunt and I wanked myself sore. Roll on next summer.