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She: “Me ney apnay husband ko aankh maar ker kaha hai room me ajao tu wo hans raha tha. Abhi washroom me gaya hai. Me bedroom me ja ker abhi usko garam kerti hon aur phir aapko message kerti hon.”
Me: “Good luck and happy fuck! 😉” I replied and again busied myself with a movie on TV. After half an hour I again received a message from Naila.
She: “Hehe. Ek baar phir chud gai hon. Lekin me itni garam thi k Tahir control he nahi ker saka aur jaldi he farigh ho gaya. Me ney pocha hai ek baar aur chodo gey tu hans ker keh raha hai meray tattay (testicles) khali ho gai hain.”
Me: “Good. Ab tum officially chudakar ban gai ho. 2 mardo sey ek he din me chudwaya hai tum ney. Ab tumhain bhe achay sey neend ajai ge. Buhat satisfied hogi tumhari choot.”
She: “Hehehe. Sach bataon tu bus zabardasti he Tahir ke sath kiya hai gandi feel honay ko. Werna tu mujhay lag raha hai meri phudi sooj gai thi din me he aap sey chudwa ker. Aap ke tarha zor zor sey tu nahi chodta Tahir is liye meri choot nazuk he hai abhi tak.”
Me: “Tu check ker lo apni choot ko. Agar sooj rahi hai tu thora lotion laga lo. Subha tak behtar ho jai ge.”
She: “Okay, let me check.” I had to wait for 3 or 4 minutes when her next text arrived. When I opened the message, it was a picture of her pussy. She was sitting on edge of sofa with her legs wide open. The camera was down between her legs to take a closeup pic of her pussy. There was enough lighting to show details of her pussy. It looked a little reddish. My cock grew at the sight of Naila’s pussy as I was surprised at how erotic the pic was… It was the pussy I fucked during the day and now she was freshly fucked by her husband.
Me: “Thora laal ho rahay hain tumharay pussy lips lekin ye arousal sey bhe ho jatay hain. Tum thora sa baby lotion lagao aur araam sey so jao. Aisi pictures nahi send kero kion key mera lund khara ho raha hai aur tum yahan nahi k tumhain pakar ker chudai ker don.”
As soon as I sent my message, another pic arrived from her number. I opened it and she was sitting in same position but her left hand was holding her pussy lips parted and I could see a tiny streak of white substance. I was looking at the pic when her reply came.
She: “Awwww. Aapka dil ker raha k me apkey paas hoti aur aap meri phudi martay?”
Me: “Agar tum abhi meray paas hoti tu me tumhari phudi maarta phir tumhari bund maarta aur tumhari gaand khol ker he tumhain sonay deta. By the way ye sufaid sufaid tumhari choot ka juice hai ya Tahir ke manni hai?”
She: “Ufffffff…. Buhat zalim ho aap tu. Aisay kesay meri virgin gaand kholni hai. Thora pyaar sey kerna chahye ye kaam tu. Aur haan, ye shayad Tahir ki manni aur mera juice mix ho ker leak ho raha hai. Meri choot tu sara din he geeli rahi hai yaar aur abhi bhe me thandi nahi ho rahi itni bar chudnay key baad bhe. Acha ab me sonay ja rahi hon.”
Me: “Goodnight.” I tried to finish the conversation but her reply came after a minute. She sent me a pic of her ass while she was bent over on the sofa. Her y ass cheeks were pulled open as she was bent down and her puckered hole was glistening with her spit as her finger was just an inch from that forbidden hole. She had applied spit on her asshole with her finger. My cock twitched.
Me: “My dirty bitch! You are giving me erection for no reason. I’ll spank your ass when we meet next time.”
She: “Really? Kab milna hai? Mujhay aap sey spanking kerwani hai. :P” Her reply made me smile.
Me: “Jaldi he mil lain gey lekin hum donu ke safety zaruri hai. Me plan ker key bata don ga. Jao ab so jao tum.”
She: “Goodnight and y dreams. Aap safety ke pareshani na liya kero, me subha detail me baat keron ge aap sey milnay ko.” I smiled and got busy with the movie again.
I was at work and around midday I received a message from Naila. She asked if we can talk on call. I called her number and she picked up immediately. During formal greetings I could sense too much excitement in her voice. She started telling me a long of how she and her husband Tahir read my stories and after thinking about it for many weeks, they decided to let Naila approach me. Whatever had happened between Naila and I, was in full knowledge of her husband. I was shocked for a few moments before the arousal took over and I was thrilled at the thought of how Tahir sent his wife to me. After answering some of my questions to fill in the blanks in her , Naila asked me if I’m willing to meet them both at their home over dinner. I thought its best to just keep it limited to dinner only and we get comfortable around each other. However, Naila told me that she and Tahir can’t wait and especially Tahir wants to see her getting fucked by me. Naila also briefly told me how her husband is turned on and how she is going to make the things hot but she wanted me to stir the ual talks during the meet up. It took a while before our plan was finalized and I disconnected the call.
I thought about the sequence of events and realized that I wasn’t looking carefully at how things progressed. Naila had dropped hints about the complete game plan but I was thinking that her husband wasn’t aware of what she was doing with me. The pics she shared with me were not selfies so it was obviously her husband.
It was Saturday evening and I was at the gate of Naila and Tahir’s house. It was a nicely maintained society where they were living in a block that consisted of smaller houses. I rang the bell and surprisingly it was Naila who came out to open the gate. I saw her over the gate when she was approaching the gate. I smiled at her when I stepped inside the gate. Naila was wearing leggings with a tee shirt and had a shawl wrapped around top of her body. I wondered if it was just to avoid eyes of the neighbors or passers by. Naila also smiled as we exchanged greetings. As I walked inside and sat down on the sofa, a man little shorter then my height came in with a nervous smile. I stood up and shook his hand warmly.
“Buhat khushi hoi aap sey mil ker Tahir.” I was grinning as I slowly released his hand.
“Mujhay bhe buhat khushi hoi hai aap sey mil ker. Aapki stories tu parhta rehta hon lekin aaj mulakaat bhe hogai.” He was regaining his confidence as he smiled.
We sat down and talked about our work while Naila was busy setting up dinner table. We ate while having chit chat and I used innuendos at many occasions that made both the husband and wife chuckle, giggle and laugh. After dinner we again moved to the sitting area where Naila sat on the single seater while Tahir and I sat on the three seater sofa. I decided it was time to turn our conversations towards so the pace can be set for the night.
“Tahir me buhat direct aur candid baat keron ga is liye tum ney bhe sharmana nahi hai. Umeed hai Naila bhe sharmai ge nahi humaray samnay.” I smiled while looking at them one after the other.
“Naila tu pehlay he hadd sey ziyada comfortable ho gai hai apkey sath.” Tahir chuckled which made Naila giggle.
“Acha tu tum ju itna jaldi jaldi farigh (orgasm) ho jatay ho meri batain sun ker aur text parh ker ju me Faraz key sath ker rahi hoti hon wo kya hai?” Naila tried to get even with her husband.
“Acha tu tum donu mil ker he sab kuch ker rahay thay?” I feigned ignorance while laughing.
“Faraz aapkey saath baat kertay howay ya chat kertay howay me Tahir ka lund pakar ker ragarti thi tu ye buhat jaldi farigh ho jata tha. Mujhay tu iskey sath ka bhe moka nahi milta aur ye farigh ho jata lekin aap ke sath baat kernay sey me bhe farigh ho jati hon. Buhat maza ata hai isko aapki gandi batain sun ker.” Naila giggled and blushed bright pink and Tahir was laughed embarrassedly too.
“Ye batao aisi konsi baat hai ya aisa konsa kaam hai ju me Naila key sath kerta hon aur tumhain buhat acha lagta hai?” I asked looking at Tahir.
“Mujhay apkey ganday alfaz aur gandi batain buhat achi lagti hai. Naila meri bevi hai lekin ye apkey sath aisay khul ker gandi batain kerti hai tu mujhay buhat maza ata hai.” Tahir replied after a little pause that showed slight reluctance.
“Tumhari bevi hai he buhat y aur phir buhat frankly batain kerti hai tu is liye me bhe buhat enjoy kerta hon Naila key saath.” I looked over at Naila and she smiled with a blush then I looked at Tahir who was looking at his wife. Tahir’s expressions showed that he was getting a kick from hearing me talk about his wife.
“Tahir dekho ye Faraz meray oper gandi nazar rakhtay hain. Tum meray husband ho tu mujhay bachao na please.” Naila made a false complaint to her husband. Tahir was quietly listening to our dirty banter.
“Aray me tu sirf tumharay saath maza leta aur deta hon. Ab dekho tumhari tights kesay tumhari tangon ke shape bilkul saaf dikha rahi hai. Chalo apni shawl bhe utaaro ab me dekhta hon kesi dikhti ho tee shirt me.” I signaled her with my hand to remove her shawl.
“Tahir suna tum ney? Dekho ye kya keh rahay hain. Tumharay ghar me tumharay samnay tumhari bevi ka jism dekhnay ka keh rahay hain.” Naila responded while looking at me and her husband. I heard Tahir exhale sharply and realized that Naila knows how to arouse her husband. I wasn’t going to back off now so I continued.
“Naila come on yaar. Me ney tu tumhain nangi bhe dekha howa hai. Tum ney tu mujhay apni choot aur gaand ke pics bhe send ke thi na.” I was myself getting too turned on at the thought of talking to Naila in this filthy way in front of her husband.
“Wo aapko galati sey send ho gai hongi. Meri wo pics tu Tahir ney apnay liye banai thi. Wo aapkey paas kesay pohanch gai.” She was giving mock surprised expressions.
“Jesay bhe meray paas pohanchi lekin me ney dekhi tu hain na. Aur tum bhool rahi ho k meray lund per charh ker tumhain kitna maza araha tha. Phir tum ney kaha tha tangain utha ker meri phudi maaro. Tahir ka lund leti rehti ho routine me tu uski adat hogai hai. Mera lund mota aur naya hai ju buhat maza dey raha.” I spoke but could sense my voice getting hoarse with excitement. Naila slowly removed her shawl while looking at Tahir.
“Tahir me apnay friend key samnay aisay shawl utaar ker baith sakti hon na? Mera jism tu covered hai lekin shape achay sey dekh saktay hain Faraz. Aapko koi aitraz tu nahi.” Naila asked her husband who also looked excited but was not participating in the talks for some reason. Tahir just nodded in affirmation as his eyes noticed my eyes going over at his wife. I looked at her boobs that were tightly wrapped by the tee shirt fabric and the small protrudings of her nipples told me that she wasn’t wearing bra. My left hand reflexively went down to adjust my erection but I stopped, though my hand showed what I was about to do.
“Oooh. Faraz ye aapki pants me kya hai itna mota jisko aap haath sey pakar pakar ker set kernay ke koshish ker rahay ho?” Naila asked by making fake innocent face.
