Horny Newly Married Wife Fucks While Husband Is Abroad

I am Sumit, 25 years old. I got married last month. It was an arranged marriage and the girl my family had chosen for me was Neha. Neha was the daughter of a distant family friend and had just the right body shape. She was 23, 5 ft 3 in tall and had a pretty small figure, but every curve on her body made heads turn. She had fat in the right places that complimented her figure greatly.

Neha was the embodiment of sexuality, at least what I had in mind. That’s what I got from the picture they sent me. I, on the other hand, was a bit obese, 5 ft 7 in tall and was always a shy person. To be honest, I used to masturbate to that picture every night thinking of fucking her hard.

I work abroad in Oman and had a strict leave policy. So, I could only come home for 20 days for my marriage. I had plans of bringing her to Oman in a year if everything turned out to be right.

My family consisted of my mother who works in a cooperative, my sister who has a government job and her husband who is in the military, comes home every 4 months.

We couldn’t talk a lot in person, but we had gotten somewhat close by talking on the phone. She seemed to be shy and reserved too just like me. We discussed some routine topics like hobbies, favorites etc. Since both of us were somewhat shy, it took time for us to open up to each other. So the days leading up to the marriage and the wedding days got over quickly. We barely had time to talk to each other during that time.

So a couple of days pass and we tried to get close every day. She sleeps next to me in shorts and we cuddle. Her cleavage and thighs would give me an ever raging hard-on but I would never take it forward. As the days passed, we got as close as kissing and seeing each other naked. And boy, was she hot.

The most erotic thing about my indian sex wife was the shape of her boobs, nipples pointed slightly downwards and even the slightest movements made them jiggle. Her thighs leading up to her pussy was another delight. The way her hips swayed when she walked, I had never been turned on by that ever.

Neha’s ass had just the right amount of flesh, which felt like heaven to grab. The most beautiful part of her body, I would say is her lips, which I can’t describe in words. All they were created for were to kiss. I would often stare at them while she spoke to my relatives, hoping to kiss them that night.

So every night, we would gradually proceed to more sexual things, slowly. We had started off from hugging to kissing to her giving me a blowjob and I used to eat her out. This was the part that I am shocked. She turned out to be extremely horny in the bed.

Once we had our clothes off, she would kiss like there is no tomorrow. She would always have a grip around my dick. She blows like she had been thirsty for years. The only problem was that I would lose my erection midway, maybe due to anxiety. She would do everything to make me hard again but it just wouldn’t happen. So I would usually eat her out.

My wife’s pussy would be amazingly wet and her expressions would drive me crazy and her soft moans. They would just drive me mad as I am not able to fuck her. She turned hornier day by day.

One day, we tried finger fucking and she got so close to an orgasm but it didn’t happen. She said, “Fuck me Sumit. I need a cock inside me, please.”

After this, I thought of taking pills but was too late as my leave had ended and it was time for me to go back. That afternoon Neha gave me a blowjob in the storeroom by the kitchen, as all the rooms were crowded with relatives that had come to see me off.

The incident that made me write this story happened that day. And I have been fantasizing ever since. My sister’s husband Shyam had returned from his duty that day.

While lifting bags to be put in the car, Neha had forgotten to put in some sweets. So she bent down, opened the bag and put it in. While doing so, her cleavage was visible so perfectly as she was wearing a loose top. You could see almost all the way down to her nipples and make out her light grey bra struggling to cover them. My sister’s husband, Shyam, was enjoying the show.

I watched as he ogled with his jaw dropped looking into my wife’s dress. He enjoyed the whole show as her boobs jiggled as she moved about closing the bag. His eyes lingered on her for a few more seconds after she was done.

Shyam then looked down at her ass. I was just about to step into the car while I saw this. Nobody else noticed as they were busy loading my bags into the car. Shyam’s eyes stayed at her ass for another half a minute before he came to me with a smile, shook my hand and bade me off.

I got on the car, bade my goodbyes to everyone, and as the car began to move, I saw Shyam talking to my wife and she had a sexy smile on her face. It was probably nothing but my mind was occupied and horny.

I was crazy with that thought from that point on. That image was stuck in my head. Shyam towering over Neha, talking to her, probably enjoying her cleavage as he was standing so close leaning on a pole. Neha was looking up at his face, smiling, not knowing that a sex-starved man was enjoying her breasts up so close.

Shyam was forty-five and my sister was forty-three. They had been married a long time, but amid rumors of his affairs at his workplace and a lot of other disputes, they were no longer into the marriage. But they stayed married just for the sake of it. They had no kids. They rarely talked to each other.

However, I was okay as my sister was happy when he was away. When he came home, they met rarely as she went to work in the morning and came in the evening and they even slept in separate beds.

This is where I stopped thinking about my sister. This is when I realized that Shyam and Neha would be alone in the house for almost 8 hours from 9 in the morning to 5 in the evening.

I began thinking about Shyam. Shyam was above 6 ft, well built, and had an aggressively masculine demeanor and personality. He routinely got into fights and scuffles before getting married. He had a lot of affairs before marriage and after marriage too, he continued doing so.

Shyam once got into a fight with a relative as he accused him of groping his wife. I don’t know what the truth in that is. But they thought that was bothering me was how was Shyam going to behave towards Neha. I was afraid he would bring out his cheap behavior towards her while they are alone. But I really hoped nothing bad happened.

(I want to change the narration style here and would include Sumit’s thoughts in the first person).

The first week after Sumit left, everything went about as normal. Sumit and Neha talked over the phone a lot. Their talks gradually got dirtier and would often tell each other dirty things that they would do once he came back home.

Sumit: I was amazed by how dirty Neha was when she became horny. I was deeply affected by how I had not fucked her yet. She was horny as hell and I had left her like that for don’t know how long. She talked about all the positions she wanted to try. Also, she told me she had started watching a lot of porn.

Sumit: Neha would also finger herself every night and sleep naked as she had the whole room to herself now. She complained about how she could never achieve an orgasm and wanted a big cock to fill her badly. I began doubting if my dick would satisfy her wild urges. Some nights she got so horny that she’d tell me her wildest fantasies – fucking in the living room at night, riding me on the terrace at night, fucking in the car etc. We began exchanging porn videos and nudes and would masturbate like crazy to each other.

Over time Shyam began talking to Neha and they got comfortable around each other. Shyam had a vivacious personality and Neha was glad she had someone for company. Soon they began talking a lot and got closer. Shyam began sharing his military adventures and stories of girls he had met over years. Neha started to enjoy spending time with Shyam and his stories. She was also slightly turned on by how many women he had been with.

Neha: “So you are in contact with these women?”

Shyam: “No, bhabhi. It was just time pass. They knew it too. It was just some wild sex and nothing more than the women were in the relationship for.”

That night she talked to Sumit about Shyam and rubbed herself off. Sumit could sense she was wildly horny. Sumit told her to stay away from him as he is not a good person. Neha hesitantly said okay.

Sumit: Neha seemed to be very different today. She was talking a lot about Shyam, which seems to get on my nerves. Why was she talking about that asshole? I pieced everything together and thought something must have happened and she being so horny all the time must have enjoyed it. The thought was disturbing for me so I changed the topic.

We shared more sexual thoughts and she told me doing risky sexual things turned her wild, getting fucked hard from behind and getting pounded hard. I jerked off said goodbye and went to sleep.

Over the next few days, Neha and Shyam talked a lot and the content of their talks grew dirtier. Neha went about doing her chores around the house and Shyam found excuses to follow her around. They discussed the girls he was in a relationship with and his military life. The talk gradually got hotter and Neha grew hornier.

Neha: So you have fucked only 10 girls?
Shyam: Only? That’s a pretty good number.

Neha: But hearing all the stories about you, I thought you would have had sex with a lot more women.
Shyam: The number might be less, but the sex was wild and amazing. After all, these girls craved for the orgasms they had on my cock.

Neha could feel a cold shiver pass through her body. Her nipples suddenly perked up. She wondered if Shyam could make them out through her bra. Her pussy was getting wet. She enjoyed this conversation.

Neha: So what’s so special about your cock?
Shyam: You have to experience it to know. Ha-ha. Way better than Sumit’s tiny dick, I bet.
Neha: Ha-ha no way. Sumit has a nice cock.

Shyam: Maybe but he hasn’t fucked girls wild with it. He is a shy guy who can’t even look up at a girl’s face. He won’t do anything wild?
Neha: What wild things have you done?

Shyam: I fucked a girl at midnight at an old bus stop. She was screaming like a whore. Anyone could have heard it. She came thrice that night. Has Sumit fucked you like that?
Neha: No, actually we haven’t had sex yet. We are just waiting for the right time.

Shyam: What right time? He is a fool. Who would leave a hot girl like you here and go abroad? I would have fucked you all day and night if it was me.

He said it with a wink and went away. Neha was sure her underwear was drenched with her pussy juice.

Neha observed his body as he walked away. He had a perfect wide frame that she dreamt of. He had slightly gray hair on the sides and a short beard. His chest hair was visible through the unbuttoned top buttons. He always wore a lungi while at home. She thought how easy it would be to take it off and suck his cock. She thought of what his reaction would be if she did that.

That night, her pussy seems to be wet forever. She rubbed and edged but still couldn’t get an orgasm. She watched the porn videos hoping she could get fucked like that. Neha got so horny that she humped her pillow for an orgasm. She rode hard and wild but she got tired and went to sleep.

Next morning, she wore a low-cut tight top and decided to remove her bra once everyone left. She wanted to tease Shyam.

That afternoon while serving him food, she bent over so he could get a clear view of her cleavage. Her mother-in-law had come home for lunch. Neha knew that he was enjoying the show. Neha sat down and felt his leg slide up hers. She ate silently as he rubbed his leg all the way up her legs and into her inner thigh. She wondered if he could feel her wet pussy.

Her mother-in-law left soon and while she went to lock the door, Shyam followed her. As she locked the door, he hugged her tightly from behind. She could feel his hard cock right above her ass. He began kissing her neck and she felt her knees go weak and completely fell onto Shyam’s arms.

Neha: “Fuck me, Shyam. Fuck me like you fucked your hookup sluts. Hard. Fill my pussy deep.. Aaaahhhhhh” she said as he kissed her neck and dove his head into her cleavage.

To be continued in Part 2 VERY SOON.

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