0 comments/ 48975 views/ 4 favorites Lolling with Laxmi Ch. 01 By: abbhi If you enter my office, the first thing you are bound to notice is my secretary Laxmi. She sits right outside my cabin facing the main door and has been refusing to be moved from there. You will notice her not just because she is out there in the front, but because she has a personality and body which no one can ignore. She is petite and very fair, has large black eyes and jet black hair. She can say so many things with her eyes, just looking at you. That is why a shy person like me... But wait, let me not get ahead of the story. The next thing(s) which you are bound to notice depends on whether she is standing or sitting, and whether she is facing you or has turned around. You know what I mean. Well, now let's move on... One Sunday afternoon, I was alone in the office. I had been away on tour for almost a week and had returned only the previous evening. Usually, when I work on a holiday - which I often do - I lock the outer office door and work in my cabin. I have a rather large couch in the inner area of my cabin to rest when I feel tired. But that day I had left the outer door open on purpose for I was waiting for my secretary. The previous evening, when she was leaving, I had requested her to come on Sunday to attend to some urgent work. As I sat there, going through the pile of papers on my table, I saw a shadow on my table and looked up to see my secretary Laxmi, peerping through the cabin door. As I looked at her she said, "May I come in, sir?" "Please come in, Laxmi," I said, "I have called you for some personal work today." I said. What I did not say aloud was that she was welcome any time. She was a watcher's delight and, every day as she sat in the outer office, I watch her beautiful behind whole day through the one way glass of my cabin. I get to see the front view, only when she comes in :). Her presence always excites me sexually. I had sensed that she felt the same in my presence. However, matters had not progressed beyond flirting when our fingertips touched during the course of work, sending electrifying waves to my brain, which my wife says, is located in my groin:) When this incident happened, Laxmi had been with me for six months, minus the 1 month leave she had taken recently and had joined only a week back. Now as she entered my cabin, her pallu slipped a few inches down from one shoulder. I realized that she was wearing a beautifully embroidered bra under her semitransparent white silk blouse. The edges of the bra and spaghetti thin elastic straps formed a beautiful pattern, and were visible through the thin transluscent blouse material. "I learnt from the office staff that you often come alone to office on Sundays." Laxmi said. "You wanted to meet me alone?" "Yes. Please lock the door, so that we are not disturbed and then take a seat." I invited her. She turned the key in the lock without a question and came and sat in front of me, resting her elbows on my tabletop and joining her fingers under her chin. This way I had a closer view of her white-clad boobs - one was partially hidden under the pallu but the beautiful pattern on the other one was now clearly visible at close range. She saw where I was looking, and her eyes quickly looked down at her own bosom. But without making any move to lift the pallu back in its position she looked back with smouldering eyes straight in my eyes. She knew I was watching her breasts and she was clearly challenging me to squeeze them. With that glance, that moment I knew that she and I were going to be fulfledged lovers before we left office that afternoon. This immediately set things rolling. "Laxmi," I began, and surprisingly my voice had become a little hoarse, "You remember what you had said when you had come to me to ask for the month's leave?" "Ofcourse, I do. I rember how I blurted out to you the real reason for the leave. I had come when all the staff had left and you were sitting alone in your cabin that evening too." answered Laxmi. Her eyes flashed electric sparks, and the silky smooth pallu slid further down her shoulder. This way, I had visual access to the pattern on the other round beauty too. "those days I was getting frequently pregnant, almost every time I had unprotected ...." She left the phrase unuttered "I wanted to get tubectomy done and wanted leave from the office." "That is exactly what I want to discuss with you today. I want my wife Pam to undergo the same operation, but I have some apprehensions. I want to know some facts about a woman's sex life after the operation. Since I do not know any one who can give me first hand experience, I thought of you. Do you mind discussing?" I began. For a second, I thought she might tell me to consult a gynec. "With you I am willing to discuss every thing about it. I myself had some apprehensions, and had discussions with my ...partners." I noticed the use of plural in the last word. "I need information on some very intimate topics..." I said, feeling happy that she had not outright rejected the discussion. "Sir, with you I am ready to share intimate matters." My secretary's answer was more than encouraging. "Laxmi, thanks again. I feel very comfortable discussing my sex life with you. To start with, my wife too gets pregnant every time I have unprotected ... intercourse with her." I used the word she had left unuttered. Color started rising in her cheeks and I could feel the discussion was exciting her as much as it was exciting me. "So do I." she dropped her voice to a confidential whisper. But her cheeks were now a rosy pink and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. "I enjoy the direct contact of ..." again she left the word unuttered again. She announced in the conspiratorial tone again. "There is nothing more pleasurable than the direct feel of ..." she again left the words unuttered but the meaning was not unsaid. "There were times when I used condoms with Pam many times when we were young college-going students..." I was saying, but Laxmi had caught on to the real meaning of my sentence. She interruped with, "Oh, so just like I did, your wife too had started before marriage?" she seemed to be excited by the idea. "Yes, but it was only with me." I said. A look of obvious disbelief came over Laxmi's face. I continued, "But the same can't be said of me; she wasn't the only one I had before marriage. I had other women much before I started with her. My first one was with a matured lady, when I was only fourteen years of age. Before that I had regularly explored our anatomy with a couple of boys." "Like you, I too started in teen-age" she volunteered. "But," she then asked, "how can you be sure that Pam did not have her urge taken care of by some one before you?" "I just know it." I replied. "How did it happen?" "I want to ask you some questions about your sex life before and after the operation." I interrupted, avoiding to bring my wife further in to this discussion, any more than was absolutely essential. "Please do ask me what you want to ask." "Laxmi, I can guess that you had a very strong sex urge right from your young age, and you yourself told me you were having it before marriage; now has your sex urge decreased due to the operation? Because, that is one thing I do not want to happen to Pam. I need her every night at least once." I said. "Oh, no sir, my sexual urge has not at all decreased, on the other hand it has increased several fold. Because now I can have it any time, any where, with any one, without fear of getting pregnant. And I don't miss a single opportunity." Laxmi declared. "Laxmi, tell me," I noticed the words 'any one'. I decided it was high time to take the initiative that in most cases, even a sexually aroused female wants the male to take. All of a sudden I leaned forward across the table and inserted my index and middle finger underneath her blouse and bra; I felt the soft yet taut, fair surface of her boob, but withdrew my hand quickly before she could react. Although my movements were a surprise to her, her body had reacted involuntarily and thrust her breast forward in anticipation. As I quickly withdrew my hand a gasp escaped her half-parted lips, it seemed more out of disappointment than surprise. "I think an insect, most probably an ant, has entered your bra. But it moved deeper, before I could catch it." "My god!" she exclaimed, "what will I do now? What if the ant bites my soft breasts. You must have felt how soft I am there." It was obvious that she was responding to my ploy positively. "We will have to look deeper under your bra to catch it." I said. "Please look whereever you think it is necessary to look - but please remove the insect, please." she begged and inserting her hand under her blouse bra began searching. I got up from my chair and walked over so that I was behind her chair. She leaned backwards and looked at me with her head thrown back. I held her small but firm boobs in my palms and started feeling under the fabric. "I will check both your breasts simultaneously," I said, "so that it should not run from one to the other as I try to catch it." "This is a very good idea," said Laxmi, "please take both of them and check thoroughly." I cupped both her boobs in my palms and started rubbing them gently. However, I did not touch the area of her nipples directly. "Did you catch it?" she asked, "please catch it as early as possible." "I think the fabric is coming in the way..." I said. "Then remove it forthwith," she gave me full permission. Standing close to her, and with her face turned up towards me, I noticed a tiny mole on her upper lip. Her lips were half parted and her breathing had become faster. My own breathing had become rather heavy in anticipation of the promise of the wonderful afternoon of sex awaiting me. Suddenly I placed my lips on hers and put only a slight pressure on them. This again was not anticipated by her. In the brief second she realized that I was kissing her, her lips had already started reacting involuntarily by pressing back against my lips. The moment I felt the pressure of her responding lips I removed my lips, once again leaving her panting with desire. "Sorry, Laxmi," I said, "I mistook the mole for the ant. I thought the ant had realized that it had left your sweet lips untouched before proceeding in to your bra, and realizing its mistake had come back to taste the wonderful honey on your lips." "And how did you know my lips were sweet?" asked the darling fluttering her eye lashes. "I just tasted them." I said smiling. "And how did you know what the ant wanted?" she asked again in a low husky voice. "I think it is a male ant, judging from its eagerness to get into your bra," I replied, "and I know what a male, any male would think about your body... exactly what I myself as a male would love to do with your body..." "Then tell me what would be your... I mean the male ant's... next move?" Laxmi invited me into further action. Without a word, I instantly moved my hands to her pallu and removing it out of my way, undid all the buttons on her blouse. My action was so quick, she was left gasping. Then slowly and deliberately, I pushed the two open front pieces of her blouse aside, and pushing them a few inches off her beautiful round shoulders, started examining her bra-clad breasts methodically. An exotic perfume filled my nostrils. She must have applied it under her arms. I touched the skin between her clevage tentatively with my fingers and then moved them all over her bra as if feeling for the wandering insect. Blood rushed to her cheeks. I bent forward to get a better view and my cheek almost touched hers. A few stray curls of her hair which had come loose from her braid brushed against my cheek. Very tenderly I squeezed her boobs. "Please check them thoroughly," she whispered, "I am really scared of insects." Without warning, I caught hold of her blouse fronts and quickly and roughly pushed them back and down. She responded with a small yelp of excitement, saying, "How violent you were after all the tender squeezing, I felt as if some one was undressing me to rape me..." But the manner in which she said it would have encouraged any prospective rapist! She raised herself from the chair, so that I could slide the blouse down her arms. In doing so her boobs jutted forward and outward. I took off her blouse it had the exhilirating mixture of the scent of the sweat from her armpits and the scent she had applied. I caught her upturned chin and once again placed my lips on hers. This time her response was quick and complete. Before I had time to pull back, she started a very wet and passionate kiss. Losing control, I too started kissing back with equal fervour. Our lips curled against each other and tiny sounds escaped at intervals from our moist mouths. I started moving my palms over her shoulders, which were now naked except for the bra straps. I traced the straps down to the bra cups. Her boobs were not as large and as full as my wife Pam's, but they were much more perky and hard. It has always surprised me that hard boobs have very soft skin. I moved my hands all around them and then squeezed them again. She let go a sigh of desire and slumped back against me. I moved my hands down towards her flat belly and started circling her navel in a slow gentle motion. She abruptly shifted away from me disengaging our kiss. "Did you get what you wanted form my lips ... the ant?" she asked with a smile. "No, not yet," I replied, "I think after tasting your lips, it must have gone deeper to lick your tongue." "It's possible, but I have another idea. Supposing it was not a male ant, but a female one then...?" Laxmi's eyes were twinkling as she too started contributing to this overt sex-play with me. "Then it could have jumped on you when you came close...now I am in a position to predict what any female would want to do with your body." "And what would you, I mean the female ant like to do to my body?" I asked encouragingly. "If I were the female ant, I would have jumped on to your chest, when you held me so tightly from behind after taking off my blouse." she replied, then added, "Now I will take off your shirt and see that she is not heading to nibble your nipples, for that is what I would certainly do if given a chance." With this she moved out of the chair, with a flurry of her dropped pallu showing me her beautiful slim feminine figure. Her behind was flared slightly at the hips. I had a full erection by this time, and she glanced directly at my trouser front while closing in with me. After she had unbuttoned a couple of my shirt buttons, she inserted her palm inside and started caressing my chest, whilst she murmured, "The female ant must have got excited in the shrubbery here." Now it was my turn to gasp with excitement as she lightly touched the auriola around my nipples. Her own lips twisted with anticipation as her fingers reached one nipple. I reached down and put my hand over her exposed waist and started caressing it. At this she looked up at me; her light brown eyes were filled with a simple, pure, unashamed but innocent desire for sex with me; it may sound strange to call the desire for sex 'innocent' but that is the only word I can think of for what I saw in her eyes. As she confessed truthfully, she had a more than average sexual urge and she did not find anything amoral in having it satisfied from another woman's husband in the office, or from 'any one and any where', as she put it, for that matter. On my part I too was just like her and whole-heartedly had sexual union with any sex partner who was willing. "I don't want to let the ant, if it is a male, enter your sari, while you are busy checking my chest." I explained. Distracted, she let go of my nipple and completed unbuttoning my shirt. "Do you think it will enter my sari?" she asked, when the last button was off. "You don't know how very attractive your sexy waist is for a male." I countered as my hand went further ahead into the folds of her sari. She responded by thursting both her hands on my chest and gripping each of my nipple between the forefinger and thumb of each of her hand. As she did this she raised her face and looked up at me longingly. The next moment we were kissing like mad. This time she opened her mouth and my tongue went into it tasting the salty taste of her mouth. Our tongues met hungrily, twisting and coiling against each other like two snakes making love. I moved my hands holding her just above the buns and held her tightly pressing her crotch against mine. She too moved closer and pressed her crotch and moved it against my erection. I responded by dipping my hands under her sari at the back and top of her panties and felt the rising slope of her buns. She disentangled quickly at that. "Could it have reached there?" she asked with mock fear. "I must remove your sari to know that." I answered. "Then what are you waiting for?" she asked. "Well, if you were my wife, I would have had you fully naked by now. But is it not better to take permission, before undressing another man's wife?" I said. "Not when your intention is to catch an ant offending her modesty and on such an occasion you can make her totally naked." she replied, smiling in that innocent way of hers. With this I brought my hand to the front of her waist and pulled out the end of sari that was tucked under her petticoat. She twisted around so that I could unwind her sari from her torso. Soon it was lying in a heap on my table. I ran my hands all around her and checked for the 'ant'. Lastly, I cupped her buns in my palms and started caressing them. "What if the female has entered your trousers...?" she asked. And without my permission, put her hand on my trouser belt. "Hey, you are going ahead of me. That is not fair." I said. "How do you mean ahead?" she asked. "See my chest is already bare, if you remove my trousers, I shall have only my shorts on me. Whereas you still have bra on and a petticoat above your panties." "Okay, then don't waste time. Otherwise the ant will accomplish what it wants before you even reach there." she said smiling naughtily. I started reaching for the cords of her petticoat, but she held my hand and said, "First make me like you... bare-chested and check it all." "Fair enough." I said and turning her around reached for the clasp at the back of her bra. But at the last minute I changed my mind and hugging her from behind placed my hands on the cords of her peticoat again and said, "Laxmi, a sexy woman usually matches her bra with the panty, should they not be viewed together? Let me open your peticoat first." I had started feeling her thighs with my hands as I said this. I could feel the smooth skin all over the front and back of her thighs through the thin silk fabric of her peticoat. But I was unable to trace the edge of her panty through the fabric! Was she not wearing a panty? Hurriedly I felt all over again, but no panty inside. "Now I realize you are the expert in undressing females, only a man with lots of experience with women will know how we dress underneath" she surrendered, "do as you think fit; but catch the insect before it finds my p..." "Actually, I think I shall change my mind and go for the bra clasp first..." I started saying, but she interrupted with a short laugh and said, "What you are thinking is wrong, do open my petticoat first, you will get a surprise." Now I did not want to see her lower half naked before taking off her bra. I enjoy foreplay and wanted to arouse her before making her nude for a full-fledged session. But since she had guessed my thoughts and still wanted me to go ahead, I decided to do it her way. After all she was as much, if not more, experienced in these matters as I was. Lolling with Laxmi Ch. 01 So I gave a sharp tug to the cord and her silken petticoat went down to her ankles with a swish. I instantly saw what she meant. She had a thong on with the thinnest cord running around her waist and supporting an even thinner thread running through the front and emerging between her buns for a few centimetres before joining the waist band. She was wearing it very, very low. This is why I had not been able to feel it through the peticoat material. "It's beautiful!" I said as I tugged hard on the cord. The thin thread must have bitten into her front and back. She gasped in pain. "You really know how to dress." I said. "Oh, go slow, it hurt me there. I bought it only today morning for this special meeting with you, after I received the message to meet you." she informed me. "I had to dress properly for our 'first' meeting. In that sense this is a virgin outfit, never removed from my body by any other man. You will be the first man to take it off me. And judging from the way you handled the cord, I seem to have made a correct choice of garments for you." Once again she gave me that sweet innocent yet carnal smile, looking back over her shoulder, and once again our lips locked in a wet kiss, . We kissed hungrily. She was so aroused by this that she started grinding her buns on my erection. "No ant in your lips either. The female ant must have left your sexy lips while you were busy removing my petticoat, and I am sure, by now it must have proceeded to enjoy the delicacy in your trousers," said my precious secretary naughtily, as she turned around and touched my bulging trouser front gingerly. "May I now open and see what it is up to?" And without waiting for my permission, she knelt in front of me and started unzipping my trousers. As she knelt in front of me, I had a superb view of her beautiful shoulders adorned by her bra straps and the beautiful skin on the bulge of her boobs under the bra cups in front. Whilst on the rear her slim waist expanded from her bikini cord into a neat botton with two beautiful naked silky buttocks. She undid the zipper and putting her hand inside grasped my cock beneath the brief. It expanded under her firm caress. Looking up at me she said with a sweet smile, "If I were the female ant in your trousers, I would suck up this big bent banana till it ...." she left the sentence incomplete and undid the buttons holding my trousers in place. With loving hands she slid my trousers caressingly down my thighs. Simultaneously I reached and started caressing her bare shoulders. When the trousers reached my ankles, she held them down with the toes of her feet, while I stepped out of them. In the meanwhile Laxmi started moving her fingers through the curls on my thighs. Then as she once again put her hands on the waist band of my shorts and inserted two fingers to pull them down, I placed my hands over hers and said, "Hey, not so fast. I have to do some things before you take it out. You know a man must make a woman naked before he becomes naked himself." "And why is that so...?" she asked, but let go of my waist band, and touched the bulge in front, before withdrawing her hand completely. "Because.." I said, while I inserted two fingers of each hand under the shouler straps of her bra and pulling on them started raising her from her kneeling position; the fabric bit into her torso and she quickly got up. "Because, you women can be fondled all over for hours, where as we men can not hold as long. So let me check if the male ant has been caressing your beautiful bosom while you were looking for the female on my thighs." "Please do it then" she whispered, when she stood up, "or the female will bring you to the finish, while you are still at my boobs!" As she said this, our lips met again and her mouth opened to admit my tongue. We both knew that we were actually engaged in a full-fledged sexual act, which was going to culminate in exciting intercourse, but we were also enjoying this game pretending that we were merely helping catch the ant. We kissed each other for an even longer time, while my hands undid the clasp of her bra on her back. As the two straps on the back hung loose and slid down, I started caressing her back. She moved closer and embraced me tightly, rubbing her now unsupported boobs under the cloth of her bra on my naked chest. Simultaneously our crotches met and rubbed against each other. Suddenly I pushed her away and holding the two straps on her shoulders pushed them down her arms. She responded by squealing with delight as I caught her naked boobs in my hands and squeezed them gently. Then slowly I released them and bent forward to view them. Her boobs were smaller than Pam's but were firmer. The areolae were darker brown and the nipples were even darker, almost black. Their size surprised me. They were quite big compared to the size of her boobs. That explained why she was so sexy. My childhood tutor in sex, Shalini used to tell me that among bodily indications of the strength of sexual desire in a woman is the size of her nipples. "Hmm, they are quite large and nice." I said. "Oh thank you, for the compliment" said Laxmi. "I think the male ant must have not only enjoyed sucking your wonderful nipples, I suspect it has entered the aperture on them." I said. "What an idea!" Laxmi exclaimed, "and what will you do now, if it has gone in?" "I will suck it out!" I lunged forward and took one of the black quivering beauties in my mouth. I started sucking it and it started erecting and further growing in my mouth. I let it out of my mouth and took the other beauty in my lips. But with my fingers I kept rubbing the nipple which I had just let off my mouth. Laxmi held my face tightly against her bosom and kept caressing my ears, kissing my forehead and murmuring under her breath. Now I started moving my hands down her back and soon reached the waist band of her thong. She opened her buns by bending her knees. I took her invitation and started rubbing the thin cord in to her behind. She started squirming and holding my hand in her buns by pressing them together. I pushed them aside by holding each in one palm and then with the forefinger of my right hand, slid the now wet cord aside and started rubbing her there. At this Laxmi pushed my head away from her boobs and whispered, "Do you think the ant must have entered there?" "Without a shred of doubt, for any male would like to finger you there." I said huskily. "Then insert yours in mine and catch the rapist." She uttered and immediately started kissing me. "But it will go for the pussy first," I told her. "I will do it later." and with this I removed her thong completely. Now she stood naked in front of me with our clothes strewn all over my office. "Let me see how far the female has progressed," she said and holding the elastic in the waistband pulled my frenchie down. I stepped out of it and stood with my dong sticking out in front of me. I then led her by her hand to the couch inside and made her sit on it. "We will now check if the ant has gone in your pussy." I told her. She parted her thighs and kneeling in front of her I pushed her back so I could have a good look at her beautiful apparatus. She was smooth-shaven there. The outer lips were slightly wrinkled and darker in color compared to the skin on her thighs. The inner ones were pinkish and glistening. They led to the wonderful mound which sat on top of them. I put a finger on it and started massaging it slowly in a circular motion. As I bent forward to have a closer look the sweet aroma emanating from there hit me in the face. "No ant is visible here!" I informed her. "He must be already inside, raping me." She now had started using the language that I like to use. "You took your own time getting here, didn't you?" she said with mock anger. "I will still catch the fellow," I said and inserted a finger gently in her. She squirmed and grasped it with her muscles. Slowly I moved it in circles and she released it. It went smoothly in the slick hole. I operated it a few times tentatively. "Push it deeper," she urged. "The ant must be in there." I now used my index finger along with the middle finger and started probing deeper. I moved the fingers around as if to catch the ant. She lay still savouring the movement for some time. Then bending forward to look at me she said, "How selfish of me to ignore the female which must be enjoying itself on your dick." With this she reached forward and extracting my fingers I stood up in front of her. She clasped mine in her hand and bending forward started examining it. She caressed the scrotum with the other hand gently tracing the ducts which emerged from the testicles upwards. She looked at the tip of my penis and seeing the little drop of fluid which had appeared there, gave it a quick lick. "The female ant must have gone in this hole to eat this delicious meal." she said almost to herself and put the tip in her mouth. She sucked slowly and lovingly on it, then when she started putting it deeper, I stopped her. "I think the male has gone deeper in you." I told her. "I could not reach deep enough with my fingers." "Yes," she said, "we need some thing longer and thicker than your middle finger to reach deeper. What can we insert?" Then suddenly, as if noticing it accidently, she exclaimed, "Hey, why not try putting this inside me?" and shook my cock indicating what she wanted to be inserted. "Oh, I had thought of it earlier, but did not know whether it would be appropriate to suggest to some one else's wife." "You should not entertain such thoughts in emergencies, did I not tell you before?" she chided me. I pushed her back and plunged onward as she fell backwards. She opened her thighs wide and guided my cock in her gaping hole as I lay on top of her. "Put it deeper, deeper," she said in my ears, "catch the ant who is raping me right in front of you. Thurst harder, harder and crush him against the walls of my vagina." She started raising her pelvis to meet my thursts, keeping the rhythm. Soon the room was filled with sounds of her moaning, my grunts and the slick, liquid sounds that were emanating from the sacred union of our organs. "Now I will blast him with a shot of mine, and drown him in the flood." I said between gasps for breath, as I humped her faster and faster. "Yes, and shoot out the female who is sitting and enjoying her self inside your cream-roll." she breathed. Soon we were crying out in bliss and then it was all quiet except for our labored breathing as I lay on top of her. Then she clung to me and pushing me slightly away from her face looked at me and said, "What if the female ant shot from your cock has met the male ant already in my pussy?" "They must be fucking each other inside you!" I said and I fell off her and over the edge of the couch, as we both started laughing uncontrollably. Lolling with Laxmi Ch. 02 It was a Sunday afternoon. I was in my office with my secretary Laxmi. We had just finished a really wonderful 69, and now lay naked side by side caressing each others bodies. "Boss," she said as she lazily ran her finger in circles around my nipple, "You said that your wife Pam had sex before marriage..." "Only with me..." I corrected her. "That is exactly what I want to know. When a girl born and brought up in a decent family lets her boy-friend fuck her before marriage, the conclusion is that she has a strong sexual urge. Like you and I have. And we did not stop at one person, now did we?" Laxmi reasoned. "You may not be aware of the other men in her life. How can you trust her word?" "You see it is not a question of trust at all, it is a question of love." I tried to explain her. "She let me do it to her before marriage, because she loves me so much. She has never told me - she had no need to tell me - that she had not slept with any one." "This is beyond me..." admitted Laxmi. "And then will it confuse you more if I tell you that she has had sex with one more person other than me..." I had started saying, when Laxmi interjected with- "See you admit it..." "Not only admit it, but I made it happen." I said non-chalantly. "You, what?" Laxmi was incredulous. "Ok, let me start from the beginning." I said. "On our tenth wedding anniversary we decided to go for a 'honey-moon.' We had not gone on a vacation for a long time. We went to this fabulous beach resort. It is located on a small hill, a modern multi-storeyed building with all facilities. But the beach was close by, and it was clean. "We arrived there towards evening. While we were checking in, another couple arrived - a six and a half feet tall Sikh with his equally impressive wife. The moment they entered, my eyes went to the wife and I found her looking at me with interest. I looked at the Sikh and found him looking directly at Pam. And when I looked at Pam, I found her blushing and looking at the floor. "We were taken to the our suite on the twelfth floor. While the bell boy was showing us our room, the Sikhs followed us in another lift and another bell boy ushered them in to a room right next to ours. "We washed and changed and went to the pool side restaurant on the ground floor, only to find the Sikhs already sitting at a table. As luck would have it all other tables were taken, the only unoccupied table being right next to them, we went and occupied it. "While we ordered and the soup arrived, I was looking at the Sardaran, the Sardar was looking at Pam and the Sardaran was looing at me and Pam was looking at her soup! "All of a sudden Pam gave a small yelp. She had dropped a spoonful of hot soup on her dress. She immediately stood up. It was a brand new white dress and she was horrified at the red stain on the thigh of her dress. She excused herself saying she had to go and immediately change. She couldn't bear the thought of such a beautiful dress ruined. She hurriedly went towards the lift bank. "She had hardly taken a few steps when the Sardar got up and saying something to his wife, left towards the lift too. "I turned my attention to the Sardaran, who was now openly giving me the 'come hither' look. So I went over to her table and said, 'We are from Bangalore.' " 'We are from Delhi.' She smiled. Her full dark pink lips parted to show perfect white teeth. " 'We are on the same floor as you.' I continued. " 'In adjacent suites.' she flashed her bewitching smile once again. '...and the Sardar goes for a jog for atleast one hour every morning at six o'clock.' she added. " 'I will be there.' I ventured smiling at her and returned to my table well before Pam arrived. When Pam came, she looked all pink and excited. The moment she sat down, she said, " 'You know what happened now?' she asked, 'that Sardar tried to catch me in the lift.' " 'What?' I exclaimed. 'What happened exactly?' " 'I had just entered the lift and he too came in after me. We were both alone in the lift. To avoid his lusty gaze, I half-turned my face away from him. As soon as the doors closed and the lift started moving, he simply embraced me from behind.' she said breathlessly. But I sensed more of excitement on her face than anger or fear. " 'He is very, very strong. The way he held me I could not move a muscle. He held me so tight.' Pam said. " 'Why didn't you kick or scream?' I asked. " 'I was so shocked. I never imagined any one doing such a thing to me.' Pam said, 'he was so rough, he... he...' she paused and then said, 'he felt me all over, front, back, down, everywhere. If the lift had not stopped at 5th floor, and a waiter come in with a trolley, he would certainly have done something with me.' Color was again rising in her cheeks and she looked very, very attractive. Only sexually aroused women look as attractive. " 'Shall I tell the management, call the police? Such people must be punished.' I offered, myself aroused by her arousal coupled with the excitement caused by the invitation from the Sardar's wife. " 'No, don't.' she said hurriedly. 'why spoil our entire vacation. After all he could not do much to me.' Pam forced herself to smile. It appeared, asking me not to call the police made her seem awkward. We quickly finished our meal. The Sardar had not arrived to the table till we had left. While returning to our suite we were alone in the lift. I found her rather excited, so I held her close to me and she responded immediately. Her excitement really turned me on. She was blushing and her whole body had come live. The Sardar's hand had touched her everywhere, she had said. I pictured the Sardar holding her boobs in one hand and forcing his other hand in her sari. Thinking about how he must have held her, I did the same and she responded by kissing me. Luckily no one entered the lift and when we got to our floor, the corridor was empty. We crossed it with our arms around each other and giving and taking small quick kisses and touching each other's bodies. The moment we were in our suite, I lifted her and carried her to the bed. I raised her sari and petticoat together and pulled down her panties. I slid down my trousers to my knees.She had already spread herself and guided the tip of my cock in herself quickly. The Sardar's touch had done the job of foreplay and she was totally wet. I was quite rough and humped her as if I was raping her. She obviously loved the roughness of my touch and instead of the normal loving murmur in my ear she cried out loud and scratched my back. Afterwards we undressed each other completely and later she got on top of me and fucked me with abandon, uttering filthy things rather loudly in a husky voice. Exhausted by all this we slept like two babies in each others arms. I was woken by the soft ping of my wrist watch. It was semidark. Faint light was streaming in through the large french windows which opened on the terrace outside. Gently I extricated myself from Pam's entangled arms and legs. She just grunted and fell asleep again. By constitution I was an early bird and she was a late owl. Silently, I showered and put on a track suit and exactly at five minutes past six, entered the corridor pulling the door quietly behind me. With a thumping heart I knocked lightly on the adjoining door. I heard a slight movement on the other side. Almost instantly the door opened partly and the Sardaran asked me to quickly come in. She was dressed in a transparent negligee. The moment I entered she shut the door and we embraced. " 'How long does the Sardar take his jog?' I asked. " 'Oh don't worry, he is not gone for a jog.' " 'What do you mean? Is he here?' " 'No, not here. He has gone into your suite via the balcony as soon as we heard you come out in the corridor.' " 'In my suite...' I was incredulous. " 'Yeah, he wants to rape your wife.' I was speechless. She took my hand and led me out on to the wide balcony which was just next to the balcony outside our suite. It was still relatively dark outside. She started climbing the low balustrade and her gown rode all the way up. In the climbing movement her pussy had opened wide and was glistening in the semi-darkness. I put my hand forward and felt her pussy. She giggled. Her pussy was all sticky. I automatically smelt my hand, it was a man's - the Sardar's - ample cum. " 'He fucked me just before six o'clock.' she said. 'But come let us see what he does to your wife.' With this she climbed and jumped lightly in our section of the balcony. I followed suit. We reached the wide french windows. Last night I had moved the curtains and opened the window to let in fresh air and in the dim light we could make out the form of the Sardar standing in the centre of the room. He was not wearing his turban but had tied his hair on top of his head in a bunch with a ribbon. He had also removed the net and his beard was now free. He had already removed his loin cloth and thrown it on the floor. He was stark naked. He stood to his full six and a half feet height and his huge dong, easily a foot long, stood out quite clearly against the backdrop of the pale colored wall beyond. Pam was sleeping curled up on her side. She too was naked after out night's love-making. Her pale skin glowed in the increasing light filtering in from the window. " 'He always takes the woman he wants.' the Sardaran whispered in my ear. She touched my crotch and felt my excitement. She moved the zipper and released my cock from the shackling garments. 'A woman may resist him in the beginning but simply loves it when he has finished with her.' she informed me. The Sardar moved with the stealth and speed of a tiger. He sat down on the bed beside Pam and turned her on her back. Pam woke up and half sat up with a start after seeing it was not me but the Sardar. But he placed a huge paw on her mouth and with the other hand, forced her back on the bed. Then with equal ease he pried open her thighs with the free hand. She tried to struggle but was like putty in his hands. He moved over the bed, the muscles could be felt than seen in his massive haunches. He positioned himself in between in her thighs, one palm still on her mouth. His buttocks tightened as he raised his back. The huge penis was angled at her wide open crotch. He guided it with his hand and with a mighty thurst forced his entire cock in her tiny little pussy right up to its hilt. Pam writhed on the bed and a muffled long cry escaped her mouth. He held her down with ease by his weight. He lay motionless on top of her for a while. She had earlier put her hands involuntarily on his shoulders to push him away. Now slowly as the shock weared off and she felt the Sardar's massive cock filling her inside, her fingers relaxed and she placed her palms on his shoulders as if in caress. The Sardar started moving, he took one or two slow swings and then he started moving with great power and speed. He pulled his dong out to the maximum possible extent without letting the tip slip outside and went on like the rod of a steam engine. Outside on the balcony the Sardaran pulled up her gown and bent over resting herself on a chair which was on the balcony in such a manner that she was facing the window. Without a word I entered her pussy doggystyle which was all slippery with the Sardars's cum. This way we could watch the action inside while fucking ourselves. My attention was still on the Sardar rape-fucking my wife and I was moving my cock rather slowly in the Sardaran's pussy. Once the Sardar felt that Pam now wanted him, he removed the palm covering her mouth. She started moaning loudly. The Sardar continued pumping her steadily. Pam's moans grew louder and louder with each of his thrusts. Her hands clasped him tightly. Her whole body started shaking violently as she came loudly. I started moving with greater speed inside the Sardaran now. She also started moaning. Light was growing now. I could clearly see my wife being wildly fucked on the bed where I had fucked her only last night. Her climaxing had no effect on the Sardar at all. The Sardar had not slowed down even a bit. He kept on steadily thumping her. Slick, slurpy sounds started emanating from their frenzied organs. Outside, we were in a frenzy too. I came inside the Sardaran's already fucked pussy. She too came quickly this being her second time within half an hour. Pam's moaning started all over again, only this time it was louder. Her nails scratched deeply leaving bloody trails down the Sardar's back. The Sardar continued his thrusts unabated. I and the Sardaran disengaged and stood outside the window watching the spectacle. Pam started on her third climax. Her legs started drumming the bed. She bit the Sardar on his shoulder. Her moaning grew into cries. The Sardar's bulk too started shuddering, and after many low grunts he lay still on top of her. Her hands held him fast to her. She circled the legs around his torso and held him into her. The dawn was breaking outside. The Sardaran signalled to me. Silently we climbed back and went to her room. I was really thrilled to see my wife being raped. I tidied up my clothes and planting a thank you kiss on the Sardaran's lips moved out. I sauntered to the lobby of the hotel to allow the Sardar time to get back to his room. I returned to our suite in fifteen minutes time. When I entered the room. Pam was sleeping contentedly. I undressed and joined her on the bed. The movement woke her. She lazily put her arms around me. She seemed so contented and happy. I kissed her gently. A strong odour of semen mixed with her own cum was emanating from her. I moved my hand to her crotch. Her pussylips were swollenas I had never seen before. My fingers slipped in her vagina. I moved them back and forth for a while. The caressing movement evoked a response from Pam. I slid down and brought my mouth to her pussy. This excited her no end. She held my head in her thighs, while I started nibbling on her clit. I smeared my fingers in the juices in her pussy and inserted them in her anus. She let out sounds which excited me too. I put my mouth on her pussy and started drawing out the fresh cum lodged there by the Sardar. When I had drawn enough, I moved up and started kissing her on the mouth. Her tongue flickered in my mouth and she drew a blob of the Sardar's semen into hers, disengaging only to swallow it down." "My god, what an adventure!" exclained Laxmi as I came to the end of my story. "and your wife never told you that she was fucked by the Sardar?" "No, but I know that he is the only other man she has had apart from me." I replied. "You are incredible," she said "I wish every woman had a husband like you." Lolling with Laxmi Ch. 03 Chapter 3: LAXMI AND LILLY It was another Sunday afternoon; Laxmi and I were relaxing on the couch in my office after a session of passionate lovemaking. I had been out of town the previous Sunday and we were starved for each other's company. "Why do you leave me and go away?" asked Laxmi playing with my right nipple with her long finger nail. "Ouch!" I said, but loved the sensation of slight pleasurable pain. I am not in to pain as such, but just a hint of pain is exciting. But I don't want Laxmi to start thinking I like too much of it. So I put my hand on hers to prevent too much play with her nail. "I am making up for the separation now, am I not?" I asked her. "Yes, you have to!" she said lovingly as she shifted her hand to my crotch and reaching further between my thighs started caressing my balls which had just emptied their first full load inside her. "But an afternoon is just not enough." she continued. "I want a full night and day with you." "I would love that, Laxmi" I said, "But how? and where? and when?" I sighed. "I have thought of it." she said now her hand had started gently massaging my twin love-juice makers. And I shut my eyes relishing the pleasure she lavished on my body. "My elder sister's hubby has been posted out and she stays alone in the new locality. There are hardly any houses there and no one will know that we spent the night there." "Oh, that is great! But the main problem would be your sister herself! She will know that we are lovers, won't she darling?" I asked. "Of course she will know. But I will handle it." she said. "You will handle it?" I asked incredulously, "How? Is she so close to you? Do you confide your extra-marital affairs to her?" "She is a full five years older to me." Laxmi said. "But she does confide in me since before her marriage. She wanted to marry another boy, but she had to marry her hubby under my parents' pressure." "She seems to be quite unlike you." I remarked. "Not really," answered Laxmi. "She is just a little bit different in appearance but not too much different in attitude. Circumstances forced her." said Laxmi as she massaged my nuts so that they coiled upwards in the tightening sack that holds them, and they started working again to bring forth more of the produce that she so loves to devour. "Why, what happened?" I asked in a dreamy sort of way. "Well, she was going out with this boy to movies and all. Then things started getting hot as they proceeded from kissing to necking and touching and feeling... you know how it is with teenagers. "I and Lilly, yes - that is her name, shared a room those days. I was just in my High School and she was in the last year of her college. My parents had started searching for a suitable boy for her. "Then one night I went to stay with some relatives to prepare for a function. They had invited our whole family, but Lilly did not accompany us as she had a test next day. She stayed back home to study. Next morning I came home to change for the function. Lilly had gone to college early. I found the bedsheets had been changed. As I opened her closet to borrow her shawl, I saw the bedsheets stuffed in a corner. I took them out, out of curiosity. And found them stained with dark brown and other stains. Her panties were also there balled up and stained. "As soon as I met Lilly that night, I asked her about the stains. She was reluctant at first, but then admitted she had invited her boy friend over as all of us were at our relatives. One thing led to another and she lost her cherry to him that night - a rather messy first time! She had bled a little and his cum had spilled on the sheets. I had heard about these things though I was myself a virgin at that time. She narrated me the whole night in great detail - how his cock looked frightening and ferocious and how he did not know where exactly to put it, and how he came even as he was entering her splattering it on the sheets and her thighs and how it took her half an hour of sucking and stroking him before he got rigid enough again to penetrate her hymen. The vivid description of the boys body, of the cock, of his nuts and the cum - all aroused me very much. "Lilly had already started visiting his house often as she had grown friendly with his family too - parents and two brothers. Their family had almost accepted her as a daughter. Lilly and her boy friend used to go to his room on the upper floor of their vast sprawling house. Now they started indulging in sex regularly in his room. I used to query for details about their sex sessions and she very much enjoyed telling me everything about her acts with him. I had just turned twelve then. That is the time I started getting very strong lascivious thoughts. The boy also introduced Lilly to hardcore porn and she used to bring the discs and we started watching them on our pc in our room at night. "There were some explicit lesbian movies among them. That started me and Lilly off on our own steamy nights. We enjoyed hours of licking and dildoing each other." Laxmi said. Laxmi's narration had an exciting effect on me too. "Oh, you have had that experience too!" I remarked. "Why, didn't you look at any boys in the locker room, in your early teens?" she queried naughtily. "More than just looking," I confessed. "But later about that, first tell me about Lilly..." "Oh, yes. Later her boy friend had to go to the University in another city to pursue further education. Even after he left for study at the University she continued visiting his family. One day her boy friend's brother encountered her in the boy friend's room while she was taking cds from his porn collection for me. "Embarrassed, she tried to hide the cds. He playfully tried to grab her hand to see what she was taking. She tried to keep the cds away from him. He was an athlete, very powerfully built and strong. In the process, they ended in a heap on the floor with him on top of her. Her full bosom was heaving as she was breathing heavily from the tussle. Later he confessed that although he had not initially intended to rape her, the scent of her sweat and the close touch of her warm, full body probably had aroused him. When he had a glimpse of the pics on the porn discs in her hand, he really lost his head. Pinning her down with his weight, he whipped his cock out and lifted her sari with his foot. Like me, Lilly too was often horny and went around without panties. In a flash he was inside her, raping her with powerful strokes. His cock was much thicker and longer than her boy friend's. "In the middle of the rape, he realized that Lilly had not only stopped resisting but had opened her thighs fully and wound her legs around him. "They had real steamy sex that whole afternoon." "Oh, she truly is your slutty sister." I heartily certified her. "But that afternoon shattered the chances of her getting married to her boy friend, as his brother turned out to be a real pig. He kept enjoying uninhibited sex with her in his own brother's room until his brother's return from the University. Lilly realized that her would be brother was really great at sex and confessed to me that she was planning to continue her affair with him even after marriage. However, the pig told his brother that his would be wife was a slut. Her fiancee was shocked and flatly refused to marry her. "Those days if a girl's reputation got stained it was impossible to get her married to some one else. So Lilly quickly consented to the proposal that my parents had brought." "Oh, a sad story!" I sighed. "So, you now know how close I am to Lilly" Laxmi said. "After she was married and left our house, I had no sexual outlet, so she was the one who encouraged me to take boys and advised me to go for experienced men as sex with them was more satisfying than with teenage boys. She knows about all my affairs and I know about hers. And she knows everything about you and me too." Laxmi concluded as she shifted position to a 69 and planted a light kiss on my cock which had by now become engorged listening to Laxmi's incestuous lesbian story. I in turn stopped the dialogue by putting my lips on her nether lips to suck and devour the thick, tangy produce of her deeper and untangiable assets. But before we left office that day we had finalized our plan to spend a whole night together in her sister's house. She gave me the address and it was agreed that we would both present ourselves there next evening by 7 p.m. I was going to tell Pam, that is my wife, that I was going out of town on business. Laxmi needed no excuse as she was going to tell her hubby the truth - that she was going to stay with her sister for a couple of days. "I have already told Lilly every thing about you. She knows about most of my affairs. She is afraid of having affairs now since her husband is a very strict kind of man - the only affair she has ever had is the double affair she has had was before her marriage - but she loves to listen to mine in great detail again and again." Laxmi told me. The idea of fucking Laxmi with the knowledge of her sister, somehow had an exciting effect on me too. Trust Laxmi to find ways to enhance the thrill in lovemaking. *** I arrived at the gate of that secluded house in the new locality at sharp seven that evening. It had a hedge growing chest high all around. I parked my car safely out of sight inside the compound. As I approached the door and was about to ring the bell, I heard footsteps inside. Lilly must have seen me arrive. The door opened to reveal a woman, she was almost the same height and had the same features as Laxmi, but she was much darker in complexion and a just a hint little plumper. She had beautiful, large black eyes. "Lilly?" I guessed. "Yes, of course." She said with a smile which seemed to brighten her sparkling eyes. Her voice was also similar to Laxmi's, but a shade huskier. "Laxmi has not arrived yet," she informed me as she turned to show the way to the living room. A hot rush of blood raced to my loins as I saw for the first time the incredibly sexy ass on her! Her hips were a little heavy - just the way I like them on a woman. Just then we heard footsteps at the door and through the little window besides the door we saw Laxmi arrive. She had come in a cab. Lilly opened the door again and let Laxmi in. She then invited me and Laxmi to a drink. The house had a sort of courtyard in the centre. There were flower beds and in one corner of the courtyard grew a vine. It was an evening plant and its tiny white flowers had just started blossoming and exuding a strong, exciting fragrance. Lilly left me and Laxmi on the veranda. The veranda ran on all the four sides of the courtyard. On one side was a cane sofa set. Laxmi walked ahead of me towards the sofa. Her undulating behind reminded me of her elder sister's incredible backside. On an impulse, I pulled Laxmi towards me with force. My arms went around her holding one boob in each palm and buried my hard crotch in between her buns simulating a fast fuck! Laxmi was taken by total surprise. I saw her mouth had fallen open as she turned her face towards me. I put my mouth on hers and inserted the tip of my tongue in her parted mouth. Slowly, I found Laxmi's mouth responding too, as her tongue pressed back against mine. Then she pulled her head back and whispered, "What if Lilly sees us doing this right in the middle of her house!" Well, that is what was exciting me - the thought of Lilly watching us. And I had a feeling that Laxmi was not averse to that idea either, for betraying her words, her hips were grinding against the hardness in my trousers. Just then we heard Lilly clear her throat at the door. We parted hurriedly, but Laxmi's sari pallu fell in the hurry. Lilly entered and put a tray of soft drinks on the centre piece. Her face was flushed a scarlet red and I knew she had stood near the door and seen me and Laxmi embracing lustily, before clearing her throat and announcing she was there. The three of us sat there and started sipping our soft drinks. After a couple of sips, Laxmi asked Lilly, "Hey, don't you have anything better than a soft drink on an evening like this? The bottle I had brought for you from Goa?" "I wanted to offer that to you both after dinner..." Lilly started saying, but left the sentence half as Laxmi interjected, "Let's have an early dinner..." Indicating that she wanted to go to bed early! At that Lilly got up and started walking towards the door leading to the kitchen and dining area. My eyes involuntarily followed her and stayed riveted to her incredible lilting ass. When she had gone through the door, I looked at Laxmi and found her looking at me with a knowing smile. "Sexy, isn't she?" Laxmi was not one to mince words. "Oh, come on." I said unconvincingly. She left it at that as Lilly entered just then with the bottle. She added the contents in three glasses already containing the soft drink. "It tastes great when mixed with this..." Lilly said. Her fingers touched mine as she poured it in my glass, and I was not too sure if the touch was accidental. Our eyes met briefly and what I saw there excited me deep within. We sipped our drinks. It was a local Goan brew and tasted great. We finished three drinks as we talked shop. The drinks had a very exciting effect on me and I guessed the girls were experiencing the same. After we had finished the bottle with one more drink each, Lilly announced that she would go and warm up the dinner. Again I could not help looking at her behind as she walked to the door. As soon as she was gone, Laxmi got up from her seat and came and sat next to me on the sofa. This time it was she who placed her lips on mine - obviously the drink had done things to her as much as it had done to me. I pulled her closer and lifted her sari with one hand as I put the other hand around her. Our tongues met and we French-kissed for a long moment before I put my hand between her thighs. To my delight Laxmi was not wearing anything inside her sari and petticoat. I worked my fingers to touch her pussy and she adjusted her thighs for better access for my hand. She was already a little moist. I inserted one finger in her vagina and started working it in a slow circular motion, pressing it against the cylindrical wall of her canal. She started moaning as her pussy started turning more and more moist. We could hear Lilly preparing the dinner in the kitchen across the courtyard. I inserted one more finger in Laxmi's pussy stretching it further. Laxmi clung to me harder and put one hand inside my shirt and started caressing my nipple. The thought that Lilly was right in the house and could come in any minute was very exciting. Laxmi was moaning softly in my ear. I wet my thumb against the moistness of the other two fingers and put my thumb on her clit while two fingers went back inside her vagina, rubbing the inside front wall of her slick passage. Laxmi shut her eyes as I started moving the thumb on her clit in slow, steady circles. She started pinching my nipple hard as her pussy started releasing more profusely. The sounds in the kitchen stopped and I sensed Lilly arrive at the door. I turned my head and our eyes met. I did not stop finger-fucking Laxmi. Laxmi's eyes were shut tight as she started moaning slightly louder. I thought she too was aware of Lilly's arrival, but was pretending not to have noticed. Lilly watched us, looking directly at me. Her face too was flushed from the drinks and the scene unfolding before her - her married younger sister getting finger-fucked by her paramour in her own house!! I stopped the movements of my finger as I sensed Laxmi had had enough for the time being. She opened her eyes and looked at me. Then her eyes turned to Lilly, who was watching us. Laxmi got up from the sofa, pulled down her sari and started walking nonchalantly towards her sister without saying a single word. Lilly too turned and started leading the way to the dining hall. I too got up and walked behind them. As we sat at the dining table and once again conversation began to flow as if nothing had happened. I was amazed at the understanding between the two sisters. We finished lunch rather quickly. Laxmi told me the bedroom was upstairs and led me to the stairs. As she walked ahead of me I put my hands on her buns and she looked back and smiled at me. "Hey, wait. Be a good boy now. I have to go and help Lilly tidy up the kitchen..." she said. I went to the room and was delighted to see it was well made up for the occasion - the bed had pink satin sheets and the curtains were matching lace. The pillow had 'L' embroidered on it. Must be L for Lilly, who had lent the bedroom to me and Laxmi for the night. I waited for a while, but the sisters seemed to be taking their own time in tidying up the kitchen for the night. I was getting hornier and impatient by the minute. The clock struck ten and at the last stroke, the lights went off as if on a cue. The house was left in total darkness. I heard Laxmi call out from downstairs, "I forgot to tell you - there is a one hour shutdown every night from 10 to 11!" Her voice carried clear in the dark to me. "Come soon then!" I growled, as I could not control my lust any longer. I heard the sisters laugh. The sound of Lilly's husky laughter some how excited me even more. I quickly shed my trousers and shirt followed by my underwear and lay naked on the bed in the dark waiting for Laxmi to arrive. I heard footsteps on the stair and then saw Laxmi's silhouette first against the window and then against the door frame. She came near the bed and I pulled her down on the bed without uttering a single word. Our lips met and I felt the taste of the wine again in her mouth. It seemed she had a sip again after she had gone downstairs. The taste of that heady wine further stoked the fires within me and I threw her on her back. I lifted her sari running my hands all along her legs and thighs and parted them before I took the lunge and entered her with one swift movement. She gasped as if in pain, but her hands went around my naked torso and held me to her firmly, kissing my neck and ears. I kept my cock buried in her pussy for a moment and then started fucking her wildly. The whole evening had aroused me too much, especially the eye contact with the elder sister while I fingered the younger one on the sofa. For the first time since my affair began with Laxmi I found myself thinking of another woman while I thrust in her wildly. I imagined it was Lilly panting underneath me and not Laxmi. Laxmi too seemed highly excited as she thrust her pelvis eagerly upwards in the dark night to meet my strong strokes. She held my buns in her palms and started caressing them. We reached climax soon - I sooner than her. I lay on top of her as my cock spluttered its contents in her hot, wet, throbbing vagina. My penis released several pulsating bursts before it was totally empty. She kept holding me inside her for a long time after I had orgasmed. Her vagina kept contracting, then it convulsed uncontrollably as she reached her orgasm and her nails bit in the skin on my back. We lay there, sweating slightly in the dark, our lust satiated for the moment. I then turned on my side, spooning her from behind. She parted her thighs and held my sticky shaft between her thighs. The scent of the delicate, pretty, white flowers known as 'night queen' floated upwards as we lay there contented. After some time, I happened to turn my face towards the window. It was paler than the room around. A new wave of excitement gulfed me as I saw the silhouette of Lilly framed there! I whispered in Laxmi's ear and drew her attention to the figure. The silhouette seemed to move at our whispering! Lilly was trying to watch me fuck her sister!! Laxmi murmured something back in my ear...