Indian wife fucks college buddy in front of husband

Indian wife fucks college buddy in front of husband

We’re Varun and Shriya, a married couple living in the USA. We’re originally from Chennai, India. Shriya is a typical tamil Brahmin girl: very fair and very curvy, with fat in all the right places. Though she comes from a conservative family, she is very modern in her outlook and is dynamite in bed. She has lots of values, and I knew she would never cheat on me.

One day she told me that a friend of hers was coming to our city for some work, and asked whether he could stay with us during that time. We did have a spare bedroom that wasn’t getting used, so that presented no problem for us. When I asked who the friend was, she told me it was Sriram. He was her friend from college and I knew he had a crush on her. They were very close, even though she had said no when he had proposed.

Now hearing that this was the guy, I was a little apprehensive. This must have shown on my face, because Shriya asked me if I was thinking about the old college stuff. She said all that is ancient history and that they actually hadn’t talked in some time. This settled me and I said sure, let him come.

So the day came when he arrived. Unlike me, he had obviously kept himself in shape. With a beard, he was pulling off the rugged look quite well. His tight tee shirt accentuated his muscles. We exchanged pleasantries and sat down, talking while Shriya went to get us coffee. Shriya had dressed nicely since she knew he was coming. She had on a semi transparent saree with a low neck blouse. I saw his eyes follow her as she walked away.

Shriya came back to serve us coffee. When she bent to serve him his, her pallu slipped. It was only for a second, as she immediately adjusted it with a little blush. But I saw his eyes go directly to her milky cleavage for a second, and his hand travel near his crotch. But it was all over in a second. We continued to talk about their college days for the rest of the evening, and then Shriya led him to the guest bedroom, and we turned in for the night.

As we were in bed, I commented about the guy to Shriya, “Your friend seems to be in great shape!”

“Yeah, he hasn’t changed from when we were in college. He looks very much the same now as then.”

“He must have had a lot of girlfriends.”

“Yes all the girls were all over him in college.”

“Except you?”

“Yeah, I didn’t like the rugged look back then, I went more for your type of guys Varun.”

She said that and kissed me, and we drifted off to sleep.

The next day we were at the kitchen where Shriya was serving me breakfast. Sriram walked into the kitchen bare-chested with his shorts on. He was really hairy, and he had obviously just taken a bath. His hair and some of his chest were still wet.

Shriya exclaimed, “Sriram you will catch a cold!”

She took a towel and went near him and started wiping his head.

“You really don’t know how to use a towel, do you?”

She started wiping his chest also. It was a little hot watching my petite wife wipe off the hairy chest of this guy. Her hands moved over the towel, over his chest muscles, and down his stomach. When she was done, Shriya ran her hands through his chest hair to see that it was all dry.

Now all this was clearly having an effect on the guy. His shorts were not able to contain his boner and both Shriya and I noticed his hard-on through his shorts. He had the sense to say he needed a shirt and he walked out awkwardly. I smiled at Shriya, kissed her and left for the day. The image of Shriya running her slender fingers through his chest hair stayed with me as I tried to work the whole day.

That night, as we were making love, I asked her about the toweling off. She caught on straight away.

“Oh Varun, are you jealous that Sriram has more chest hair than you? That’s so silly dear, you know I don’t care about that!”

“No of course I wasn’t jealous. I was just asking.”

“Oh really, then you wouldn’t mind if I wiped him off again tomorrow?”

Cornered by this question, I had to say that I wouldn’t mind. Shriya kissed me and said, “That’s good dear. He’s our guest, and I have to take care of him right?”

She kept kissing me and slid down licking my chest, and made her way down there and took me in her mouth. She started sucking me with her eyes fixed on mine. She gives a great blowjob and tonight was no exception. After a short time I came all over her face. We fucked wildly that night.

The next day, at breakfast, as expected, Sriram came down after his bath, still wet. This time however, he was only wearing a towel. Shriya smiled at me and with a patient air got him to sit down and started wiping him. This time she did it slowly, and her eyes were on me the whole time as she wiped off his chest. She finally said she was done, and he got up in front of her, and his towel, which was already bulged around his cock, slipped off.

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And there it was, his large, hard, throbbing cock, right in front of my wife’s face. It was around four inches larger than my cock, and thicker too. Since he was standing and Shriya was sitting, his cock was directly in front of her, almost near her mouth. For a moment we were all shocked, then Shriya blushed and looked away. Sriram apologized and tied his towel back around his waist. I assured him it was alright, and told him to go change. Shriya had the slight shivers, and I hugged her tight to me and told her it was okay.

That night, when we were in bed, talk inevitably drifted towards the incident of the morning.

“Shriya, it must have been such a shock for you when his towel slipped off this morning?”

Shriya blushed and said, “Yes Varun, I didn’t expect it at all. His thing was so huge.”

Now I became a little defensive.

“It wasn’t all that big Shriya.”

Shriya is a very spirited girl. Argue with her and she is ready with a counter argument.

“Oh Varun, don’t be silly. It was almost twice the size of this,” she said, caressing my stiffening cock.

“It was almost in my face, so I would know best! From what I remember, it was much thicker than this too.”

She squeezed my cock as she said that. Now I was slightly pouting, and she decided to tease me a little more.

“You know, the other girls would tell me stories about him back in college. That he really knows how to satisfy a girl. And that he can do it for an hour without break.”

I myself could go for about 20 minutes, which is respectable, but not great.

“Looking at his body and his – thing, there might have been some truth in those stories after all!”

At this point I got mad and grabbed her, and we rolled over. She laughed as I squeezed her boobs with force. Her laughter turned to moans under my squeezes and she grabbed my cock and positioned me to enter her. She moaned uncontrollably as we fucked hard that night, quite unlike our usual soft love making.

The next day was a Saturday, so we all woke up late. I went down to the garage to tune my car, and had my hands full of grease when I heard Shriya calling me.

“I’m working on the car, dear. Can you get Sriram to do it?”

“No Varun, could you just come here. It won’t take long.”

“Sorry dear, my hands are full of grease. Wait for a while or call Sriram.”

“Ugh, alright, if that’s what you want.”

Then I heard her call Sriram. I finished up in another 5 minutes and headed to our room, and I was a bit shocked by what I saw. Shriya was standing in our bedroom in blouse and petticoat, Sriram just off to her side. Her blouse was unhooked at the back, showing her black lacy bra. She must have wanted me to just come and hook up the blouse.

Shriya looked extremely sexy standing there: her smooth creamy waist was exposed. Her midriff has always driven me crazy, making me want to lick it immediately. Her waist, with slight fold of flesh, was just waiting to be pinched. Her ass was looking full and round in the petticoat, just begging for a spanking. I had seen her wear this blouse before, and it is very low cut. Because of his height, I knew Sriram would be able to see down her blouse and look at her milky boobs. The whole scene was making me very hot.

The two had not noticed me enter the house. As I watched, Sriram said something to Shriya and she nodded and raised her hands over her head. This made her boobs even more enticing. Sriram pulled Shriya close to him and hooked up the blouse. I was quite sure that her ass would have felt his huge cock. To his credit, he didn’t try to prolong the moment or anything. He finished hooking, and Shriya thanked him and asked him to leave. Before he turned around, I went back to the garage and walked into house a little later. Shriya had finished dressing and was looking radiant in the saree when I came back in.

We went out for lunch and had a nice time chatting. When we came back, after Sriram had gone to his room, I dragged Shriya to the bedroom and started kissing her. She responded back and we ended up on the bed kissing nude. Shriya loves to have her neck kissed and sucked. As I was doing that I asked her why she had wanted me earlier in the day.

I felt her nipple stiffen under my hand as she replied, “To hook my blouse Varun! You were too busy so I asked Sriram to do it.”

I pretended ignorance and outrage. “You mean he saw you without your blouse?”

She laughed and replied, “No you silly man. He didn’t see anything. I was in blouse and petticoat. I just showed him my back and he hooked it up and left.”

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I remembered the scene itself, Shriya standing there with her luscious back and jutting ass, just begging to be taken.

“Wow you must have looked so sexy Shriya! I’m sure he would have been turned on, even if he couldn’t help it! Any man would.”


“Mmmm yes he was actually Varun”.

“How would you know Shriya, didn’t you just have your back to him the whole time?”

I nibbled on her neck as I said this.

“Mmm that feels so good darling. I didn’t see anything baby. But I felt his thing on my butt.”

I started caressing her wet pussy by now. “How did it feel baby?”

She grabbed my hand and started guiding my pressure on her wet pussy.

“It was so hard baby, like an – iron rod. And I could feel its thickness too.”

“How did you react darling?”

“What could I do Varun? I just ignored it. Besides, I think he couldn’t control it. He didn’t try to push it or anything. He was quite decent.”

Quite decent? My wife in her blouse and petticoat just got her ass felt up by a guy’s cock. I wondered how quickly she was adapting to the sexy nature of things in our house, after that towel incident. She was all shaken up then, and had actually shivered until I had hugged her and soothed her. Now she is talking about his cock on her ass so casually!

I was torn inside between the rampant sexiness of it all, and the jealousy that was rising because this Sriram had seen my wife the way only I had seen until now. He obviously lusted after her, but it seemed she was okay with that. The confusion overpowered me and I felt the need for some violence. I grabbed Shriya by the hair and forced her into the doggie position on the bed. She moaned freely as I pounded her wet and sopping pussy hard. For the first time in many months, she orgasmed before me, letting out a violent moan as her body convulsed around my hard cock. It was too much for me, and I came as well, flooding her love tunnel with my man juice.

Afterwards, when we woke up, it was like we were waking up after our first night. Shriya’s hair was dishevelled and her body had marks at the places where I had grabbed her creamy flesh. But she had this satisfied glow and beamed down upon me, her heavy breasts rising and falling with her breath.

She kissed me and whispered, “That was so good Varun. What got into you? I loved being roughly handled like that. Do you know what a woman really enjoys? Being dominated by the man she loves. That was so good Varun. Do that to me often you idiot.”

With that, she climbed off the bed and headed towards the shower. I watched as her sexy hips swung as she walked to the bathroom. If she only knew that the image driving that violence was of Sriram fucking her brutally, his dark tanned muscular body in contrast with the fair fleshy curvy treasures of Shriya, she might not be so happy, or I wonder, would she.

Shriya was in a very horny and playful mood after our violent love making. After her bath, she did something that she knew throws me over the edge – she wore a skirt. When I stepped out after my own bath, I was treated to the image of Shriya standing there demurely, with a tight tank top and a short skirt which came up to the middle of her sexy thighs. Because Shriya usually wears sarees all the time, her legs are never shown. I’ve argued with her about it a lot since she has the sexiest legs: long and well toned. Shriya’s whole body is well toned and flexible. Her legs especially so. Any man looking at her legs will want to run his hands over the smooth skin, spank her ass, and fuck the hell out of her. She knew this very well.

She came to me and innocently asked me, “Am I looking good?”

I pulled her in and kissed her for an answer. She broke apart and stepped back, “Ah Ah Ah, not until tonight mister.”

Her eyes went to the bulge in my towel and she said, “Keep that hard for me until night and then take me my dear lover.”

Though I approved of the sexy dress, I thought she had forgotten that we had a house guest.

“What about Sriram?”

Her face clouded over instantly, showing that she had not thought of it at all. My heart melted as she looked crestfallen.

I took her in my arms and said, “Hey it is okay. People here dress like this all the time, even worse, so Sriram will have gotten used to it.”

She looked up and said, “Are you sure? You don’t mind him looking at my legs?”

I smiled, “of course I mind, but I know you picked out this dress with a lot of desire, I don’t want to disappoint you darling.”

Now she also smiled and said, “Thanks dear. Hmm yes I know you love skirts, that’s why I picked this one.”

She put her hand over my cock, “Oh you’re so hard. Mmmm.”

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Then she came to her senses and said, “Let me go make dinner darling. Dress and come.”

I put on tee shirt and shorts, and made my way to the hall. Sriram was apparently still bathing, so I started watching TV. He came down a little while later. After the towel-cock incident, he had made sure to dry himself up properly before coming into the room. He sat down with me, and we started chatting. His eyes literally popped out of their socket when Shriya came to serve us snacks. His eyes went from her toes to her milky thighs. Then they rested on her boobs, which were showing a little cleavage out of the tank top. We were sitting on opposite sofas. When Shriya bent to serve me, I could see him looking at her hot ass through the flimsy skirt. I had a mental image of Sriram bending Shriya over a table and fucking her. My already hard cock gave a jolt. Shriya smiled at my cock and seductively licked her lips, then winked at me and went to serve him. He was also hard, with his legs apart, and his huge bulge clearly showing. When she bent to serve him, she blocked my view, but I was sure that he would be looking at her cleavage. Shriya said, “Enjoy” and left for the kitchen. We both watched her sexily walk away.

I was getting jealous and hot watching all this. This bastard had now seen Shriya’s cleavage, back, and her sexy legs too. Will this end with him seeing her fully? If only he didn’t have a huge cock and a muscular body. My jealousy overpowered my heat, and I resolved to do something about this.

We had dinner, with Sriram taking every opportunity to ogle at Shriya. Shriya was aware of both his looks and his bulge, but seemed to take it in stride. I wanted the day to end as quickly as possible, and get my loving wife away from the eyes of Sriram. However, it was not meant to be. Since Shriya was in a playful mood, after dinner, she suggested we dance to some music. Previously, before Sriram, we would dance outrageously, and end up having sex in the living room itself.

Today, I wasn’t in that much of a mood to dance, and so just complied for a little bit. After I was done, Sriram asked if he could dance with Shriya. There was no way to refuse without being impolite, so I conceded and Shriya accepted his offer. I was very anxious: my sexy wife in this skimpy costume dancing with this guy! But the dance was very decent, and they kept their distance as they danced the Waltz in our living room.

After some time, Sriram suggested that they speed it up a bit. Shriya agreed and went to put on some salsa. Salsa is Latin American dance, and it is inherently very sexy. Shriya was soon spinning across the room, and we were treated to her black panties as her skirt twirled. Her creamy thighs were a sight to see and they invited you to put your hands over them and feel her sexy skin. I could see slight breathlessness and a hint of blush I her as she danced.

Soon Sriram started doing moves which involved him putting his hands on her thighs and holding her from time to time. I was sure he was in heaven, enjoying the well toned legs of my wife, right in front of me. His other move involved a twirl and pulling Shriya to him, so that her soft firm boobs were crushed against his hairy chest. There were also moves where the sequence would end with him pushing against her: I am sure she felt his engorged cock on her pussy and ass.

Shriya’s cheeks grew more and more flushed as she danced. There was a sequence where each person quickly runs their hands over the other person’s body. When he did it, he made sure his hands touched her swollen boobs and lightly over her pussy. In her turn, her hands ran right over his cock, so it looked like she was caressing the length of it. When the music reached its crescendo, they ended with him picking up Shriya, and she wrapping his legs around his waist: in effect driving her pussy against his hardness.

By then, I was hot and hard. I clapped hard as they finished and Shriya climbed off his hardness, very flushed. Her nipples were both hard and pointing out from the tank top. She ran to me and hugged me, and I felt how hot she was.

We immediately said goodnight and retired to bed. As soon as we were inside the bedroom, Shriya pulled me onto her, kissing me hard and rubbing herself on me. We lost no time in getting naked and Shriya pulled my cock to her. Her pussy was soaking wet and pulled in my cock almost hungrily.

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Indian wife fucks college buddy in front of husband

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