Best Friends Exchange Cars And Wives – Part 2

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Ridhima got up from her place and sat beside me. “Let’s have group sex!” Ridhima said. She smiled and while saying that moved her hands on my breasts roughly. That was erotic and her touch stirred me with a strange sensation. Yet I was not so drunk.

I removed her hands from my breasts in disagreement. Ridhima straightaway took off her t-shirt and threw it away. No words, truly speaking friends I don’t have any words to describe the state of my mind at that moment. Till then for me, it was just that Arun is crazy about Ridhima.

He has always ended up fucking me after meeting her on such drink and dine parties. I knew that Deepak is also crazy about me. Ridhima has shared this truth with me. But anyhow I could not imagine these two along with Ridhima can think of being so nasty.

Ridhima was wearing a white color stylish bra. After looking in my eyes with a smile she turned to see my husband. No wonder seeing her fair breasts caged in tight bra Arun smiled with evident lust in his eyes. Seeing his reaction I screamed and got up from my place.

With me, everyone got up. As I moved a bit close to Arun, holding my wrist he pulled me and wrapped his arm around my waist. No time to think as everything was running fast. I was yet not out of the shock of what Ridhima just did. Arun lifted my t-shirt and managed to take it out.

I once again screamed in shock. Without looking at Ridhima and Deepak, I tried to get my t-shirt back from my husband. But he threw it away. We both females were topless now. But with the entirely different mindset, me in shock and Ridhima in pleasure.

Before I would have thought about rushing towards my t-shirt, Ridhima came from behind and bumped into me. “Let’s do it!” she spoke and her hands once again squeezed my breasts rough and hard. I puffed in low voice but tried to get away from her.

Arun blocked my movement. “Let’s do it!” he too spoke the same words. He reached to my waist to unbutton my jeans. “Please, Arun, what are you doing?” saying that I removed his hands from my waist. But before I could do that, Ridhima drifted straps of my bra down from my shoulder.

I shouted again and for an instant saved my breasts from getting exposed. But the next instant Arun grabbed me from my waist. Clenching me hard against his chest and started kissing me. He was my husband but it was weird. I resisted but failed to stop him.

After a minute, I started responding to his kiss. “Aaj hum group sex karenge.” after kissing me Arun did not ask me, he told me that. With that, he moved his hands on my back to unhook my bra. I was yet not prepared. I tried to stop him. He asked me to turn and see Ridhima “Ridhima ko dekho.”

I turned and I was shocked to see her standing just in her panty. Next Ridhima smiled and moved ahead. She once again clenched my breasts from behind and said, “Aaj hum dono cars hai aur ye dono ek dusre ki car chalyenge.” (Today we are cars and they will drive each other’s cars).

I was not willing but I was drunk. And hearing Ridhima’s words I felt losing control over myself. Ridhima continued squeezing my breasts from behind after removing my bra completely. I did not protest much when my husband unbuttoned my jeans.

I was already topless and soon my jeans also went down to my feet. Ridhima did that. Seeing my uneasiness, Arun smiled a bit and once again kissed me long and deep. Mentally I was yet not completely into the act. But I was getting aroused with every passing moment.

Soon after breaking the kiss Arun also started taking off his clothes. Deepak was standing somewhere behind me.  I heard Ridhima asking him to take off his clothes too. My heart started beating hard. I did not turn around to see him. I did not dare to see him.

But holding my wrist, Ridhima pulled me and asked me to turn around. I saw by now Ridhima was stark naked. But Deepak was yet wearing his underwear. I was also just in panty with my breasts exposed to Deepak. I blushed as he smiled while looking at my sagging melons.

He took off his underwear in front of my eyes. In the meantime, Arun also took off all his clothes. He moved forward to me and drifted my panty down to my feet. Once again I don’t have any words to describe the sensation I was going through.

Standing stark naked with three others ready to get into group action. Certainly, by now sexually I was well charged. But my heart was still beating in a strange fear. My arousal and uneasiness enhanced when wrapping his arm around my waist. My husband brought me close to Deepak.

He came out saying, “Ye le. Tu meri car chala. Main teri car chalata hun.” (Take it. You drive my car. I will drive your car.)

Virtually I and Ridhima were nothing more than cars for our husbands. Soon both the males took each other’s cars and occupied different couches. Deepak was crazy about my big breasts. I knew this as I have seen him staring them countless times.

After kissing me for a minute he started sucking and squeezing them like a hungry animal. I was moaning and gasping. Just like me, Ridhima was also panting in the same pleasure. Deepak and I were on the 3-seater and a few feet away Ridhima and Arun were on a kind of divan.

Deepak was chewing my long and hard nipples. I saw Arun laid Ridhima on her back and buried his face into her thighs. Ridhima grunted in pleasure and smiled while looking at me. Seeing his wife getting sucked Deepak too asked me to lay down on my back.

Eventually, I too hissed in pleasure as Deepak folded my legs inwards. He started licking my wet fuck-hole while sitting on the floor. In a few more seconds, the room was filled with mine and Ridhima’s moans. Holding Arun’s head with her hands Ridhima was enjoying getting licked by my husband.

But I was yet not completely out of my uneasiness. I can’t say I was not enjoying. Wiggling his thick tongue in my fuckhole Deepak was licking me so good and deep. I could not bear that pleasure. But there was something which was holding me to express my enjoyment.

I could not throw this fact out that I am getting fucked by somebody other than my husband. But on the other couch, everything was going well. Ridhima was just not moaning in pleasure but she was asking Arun to suck her hard. Anyway, things moved further when Arun stopped sucking Ridhima.

Addressing Deepak, Arun told him that now he is going to fuck his wife. “Deepak, bus ab main chodne laga hun teri biwi ko.” Deepak replied saying the same, “Main bhi chodne laga hun teri biwi ko.” Eventually, both the males stopped sucking fuckholes and got up to plunge them.

Ridhima was on the divan on her back. For an instant, Arun rolled over her in the same posture. But the 3-seater couch on which I was laying was not that wide. Deepak asked me to get up and come to the bedroom. Seeing us going in the bedroom Arun and Ridhima also decided to get onto the same bed.

I don’t know if it was their excitement of that moment that after sucking our fuckholes they straight away thought about fucking. But as we all reached the bed they decided to get their cocks sucked. It was Arun who asked Ridhima to suck his cock.

Seeing his wife ready to suck my husband, Deepak too asked me to suck his cock. By now mentally I was more than ready to get fucked by him. But I was not willing to suck him. I denied doing that and Arun started requesting me to do it while hugging me and kissing me.

What to do? Finally suppressing my hesitation I agreed to suck Deepak. Soon both the males stood on their knees on the bed. I and Ridhima started sucking each other’s wedded cocks. “Oh, yes, Ridhima, Chus mera lund. Achhe se chus.”

My husband Arun began speaking erotic as Ridhima took him in her mouth. Deepak followed him by addressing me “Oh, Pooja. Meri jaan. You are mine. And I will fuck you the whole night.” Once started both the males did not stop moaning while speaking nasty for each other’s wives.

As it usually happens with me, hearing nonsense erotic Hindi I got further aroused. Not precisely but Deepak and Arun were almost the same size. Initially, I was sucking him casually, just to do it. But slowly as got aroused I took almost half of his dick in my mouth.

I rubbed my tongue over its tip repeatedly and Deepak went mad in pleasure. He caressed my hair while grunting in pleasure. Holding them aside he saw my face filled with his cock and praised my beauty On the other side, Ridhima was also holding Arun deep in her mouth while sucking him hard.

Like Deepak, Arun was also moaning like crazy. “Ridhima, you are my doll. I love you, baby.” I and Ridhima sucked each other’s husband’s cock nicely and felt them growing harder in our mouths. Then both the males stopped us and took us into their desired postures.

Lying on his back Arun asked Ridhima to ride on him. I was asked to get on my fours. Deepak was crazy for my bottom too. I didn’t know that he told me as I turned around. “Pooja, I love your ass.” Saying that he once again buried his mouth in my fuckhole and licked my opening from behind like a real dog.

I groaned in pleasure and unconsciously bent my upper half. I lifted my bottom to give him better access to my fuckhole. Oh, wow! Deepak was crazy, with no hesitation, no pause. He buried his face in my ass and licked my fuckhole so deeply.

I failed to hold myself in that posture and collapsed on the bed on my belly. Oh god by now I was dying to get fucked. I puffed in relief when Deepak climbed on me after putting a pillow under my belly. He plunged me while sitting on my ass.

On the other side, Ridhima took Arun in her fuckhole while sitting around his waist. In just a few seconds, the room was packed with our pleasure moans. Screaming in the intense pleasure, I was on my belly with a pillow. My legs stretched in a big ‘V’. And digging my fuckhole with steady pace Deepak was crushing me under his massive weight. The same thing was happening with Arun on the other side.

Ridhima was riding on him like a hungry bitch. Somewhat killing my husband in pleasure, Ridhima was driving his entire length in her fuckhole. Moving her bottom up and down, back and forward in a circular motion. Arun was crying ecstasy like I never have seen him crying with me.

Anyway, they, Ridhima and Deepak fucked us consistently for a minute or bit less. as Ridhima got tired she broke the posture. Seeing her Deepak also stopped fucking me from behind. Next Ridhima lay on her back. Deepak turned me around.

Soon lying on our top with their cocks in our fuckholes both the males started kissing us. I don’t have words to describe my mood at the moment. Deepak, Ridhima, and Arun were hesitation free since the beginning. But now I was also fallen into their mind-set.

Lust was gone so worst in me that I was enjoying fucking with another male without any guilt and hesitation. Deepak was kissing me while driving his length in my fuckhole. Holding him in my embrace I was kissing him back with all my affection. Beside me, Arun and Ridhima were also doing the same.

Ridhima was grabbing my husband in her arms and long legs. Arun was also pumping her while kissing her deep. “Ridhima, my doll, I will fuck you, baby. I will fuck you hard.” Next, that’s what I heard from Arun. With that, he started fucking her hard and fast.

What else? Seeing him fucking his wife enthusiastically Deepak also started fucking me the same way. “Pooja, tu meri jaan hai aur ab main tujhe roz chodunga, baar baar chodunga.” That’s what Deepak uttered for me and started grunting loud while screwing me deep and fast.

No wonder I and Ridhima were also panting in pleasure. But a few more seconds passed and both the males climbed high in passion. We, both the females began shouting loud with a brutal fucking. While getting fucked vigorously by Deepak I could not see how hard Arun is fucking Ridhima.

But I knew his fervor and energy very well. I must say none among the two were less. As both the males were thrusting their hips back and forward with an uncontrollable pace. I was crying with woofing gasps. Ridhima was also hissing endlessly.

But no mercy even for their best friend’s wives. Both the males continued thrashing us as if we are cheap sluts. In the end, they squeezed their entire length in our fuckholes. I orgasmed hard with tremors passing through my body. Soon Ridhima’s shattered cries also rang in my ears.

Deepak and Arun also grunted loud while releasing their seeds in each other’s wedded wives. In the end, they rolled away from our top. What the hell! Sweating and puffing in pleasure. Finally, we all were dead tired. Without saying a word, somehow we all adjusted ourselves on the bed for a few minutes.

It was Ridhima who got up first. It was Arun who broke the silence saying, “Maza aa gaya.” Ridhima entered the washroom first and Arun followed her. As they disappeared from our sight, Deepak came close to me and kissed me. My fucking fever was over.

I was feeling really very weird. yet I responded to his kiss. Later, as Arun and Ridhima came out, I and Deepak entered the washroom. Soon after wearing our clothes we all once again gathered in the living room. No need to say, we all were smashed.

We all had a cup of hot tea. Well, what to say, during and also after tea except me everyone was normal. Flirting and passing nasty comments for each other’s wives. Arun and Deepak were like nothing odd had happened. To my surprise, Ridhima was also well indulged with them.

Apparently, I was also into the talk. But deep inside I was feeling guilty over what I have done. After around 15-20 minutes of ending our tea, I denied having sex with Deepak. Both the males picked me and brought me to the bed and fucked me one after another.

It was Arun who plunged me first. He fucked me for a couple of minutes. Later Deepak fucked me hard and fast until he released his jizz in my fuckhole. Next after around 10 minutes of my fucking with two, the same thing happened with Ridhima in the other bedroom.

It was Arun who spewed in her fuckhole. The fucking night ended there. I don’t know about Deepak and Ridhima, but Arun slept soon after falling on the bed. I remained awake in a strange depression until I reached back home the next day.

Well, in the end, I would say initially, for a month I had fallen into an intense depression. But Ridhima worked hard to bring me out of it. Now I have accepted this swinging as a part of my life. Actually from the last 2-3 years we, I and Arun were somewhat bored with our regular sex life.

We were doing role-playing to kill that boredom. But now since real swinging has begun our sex life has found another peak of excitement. The same thing has happened with Deepak and Ridhima.

I don’t know what we are doing is right or wrong. But certainly, it is weird and sinning. Yet it is wonderful and very satisfying. Readers if possible give your feedback. I and Ridhima would love to read your comments.