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Old Maid

By: Slickman



Note from Slick: Remember when we played the OLD MAID game as kids and how upset we were when we got stuck with her? Well these couples found out that getting the OLD MAID was not that really that bad. All rights reserved. 

THE OLD MAID

Anna Davis was peeking out her front window at the large moving van backed up at the house across her cul-de-sac. The house had been empty for almost three months and she was being nosey wondering who her new neighbors were. Their development was very upscale with houses listing in the $800,000 range so most of the folks living there were professional doctors, lawyers or politicians. She noticed a sleek new Mercedes pull up and watched as a woman exited the car. When the woman turned she gasped. The woman was black. 

"John," she started, "you are not going to believe who moved into the Wilson house. 

John, the newly elected mayor of Orville, tried to get her off the phone. "Who is it dear?" 

"Blacks!"

At first John didn't understand. "What's the name?" 

"No," she whispered, "Blacks.......Negroes." 

"For gods sake Anna this is not the eighteen hundreds. I've got to go," he said as he hung up. John realized his wife was raised in Alabama but he thought she was over the black thing by now. After all they had been living in Pennsylvania for almost fifteen years. 

Anna ran back to the window and panicked when she saw the black woman turn and look at her house. Suddenly the woman started walking her way. 

"OH GOD!" Ann exclaimed. She heard the doorbell and froze. After a minute she heard it again. Finally she opened it and stared into the most beautiful black woman's face she had ever seen. 

"Hi, I'm Faye," the woman said smiling. "I'm your new neighbor across the circle." 

"Oh hello, I'm Anna," she said holding her white hand out to mix with the caramel hand of her new neighbor. 

"I was wondering if you could give me the phone numbers of the utilities. Our agent was supposed to leave me a list but must have forgotten." 

"Sure," Anna said as she started to close the door. "Oh how rude of me. Please come in." 

Faye walked in and quickly checked out the white woman's house. "Very nice," she said looking around. She saw a photo of Anna, a man and a young man on the bookshelf. "Is this your family?" 

"Uh....yes. That's my husband John and our son Jake." She found the listing and made a copy of it on the fax machine. 

"When are you moving in?" Anna asked. She noticed the woman's dress must have cost a good penny. 

"Now," Faye grinned. "But, if we don't get any power I guess we will have to stay in a motel somewhere." 

What possessed her to say the next words out of her mouth was beyond Anna's understanding. "You can stay with us if you want." 

"Really?" Faye asked. Normally a black family would not be so quickly accepted in a predominantly white neighborhood. 

"Sure, we have extra room." 

"You know we might just take you up on that offer," Faye said smiling. "I'll check with my husband and let you know." 

"Great," Anna smiled. "If you need anything else let me know." 

Faye walked out of the door totally shocked. "Yes it is the North but blacks and whites just don't mix this fast," she thought. 

Anna was proud of herself as she called her husband back. "What now?" John asked. 

"Hello to you....smarty-pants," Anna snapped back. "I just wanted you to know that I invited the blacks." 

"What are you talking about?" John asked. He knew his wife was a little ditsy but this one was really confusing. 

"The BLACKS," she pronounced. "The new neighbors..........I invited them to stay with us tonight because they don't have any power." 

"Jesus Anna, we don't even know them," he said upset. 

"Well you told me to be more open to them." 

"OK fine," John groaned. "I'll see you later." 

Anna kept peeking out at the progress the movers were making and saw them leave around 5:00PM. She was sitting reading a book when the doorbell rang again. She opened it to see Faye and a handsome black man standing on her front porch. 

"Hi Anna," Faye said smiling. "This is my husband Tom." 

"Glad to meet you," Anna smiled. "Haven't I seen you on TV? Do you play basketball?" 

"Nope," Tom chucked as he held the small white fingers in his huge hand. "We don't all play basketball." 

"Oh....," Anna said embarrassed. "I didn't mean to........." 

"It's OK," Faye laughed. "And, I hate fried chicken." Suddenly they all broke out laughing. 

"Are you going to stay with us tonight?" Anna asked. Her eyes roamed up and down Tom's muscular body. Her eyes stared a little too long at his crotch as she remembered how must bigger black men were supposed to be. 

"If it's OK?" Faye said noticing where Anna was looking. 

'Yes, please come in," Anna smiled. She noticed they had their bags with them. "Your room will be upstairs. Please follow me." 

Faye and Tom followed her up the stairs and noticed her robe was just a little too short. Faye peeked to see Tom's eyes looking at her creamy white thighs. Another inch or two and he would know the color of her panties if she was wearing any. 

Anna opened the door and stood back as they walked in. The extra bedroom was huge with a large bath off to the side. "This is very nice," Faye said looking around. "We really appreciate you doing this." 

"It's not a big deal," Anna smiled. She was really starting to like them. "I'll leave you alone to get comfortable." 

As soon as the door closed Tom grabbed Faye and pulled her to the large bed. "What are you doing?" Faye gasped. She turned and saw the familiar look in his eyes. "Oh no, not now," she said pushing him back. But he was not to be denied. "She might hear us?" 

"Good," Tom whispered. "I want her to." 

Faye felt his hands pulling down her black thongs. "I thought we said no more swinging?" It was him that had gotten jealous when they recently swapped with another couple. 

"But this is different," he smiled as he looked up under her dress at her shaven pussy lips and small patch of curly black hair over them. 

"We've never done white," Faye moaned as his long fingers opened her moist lips. 

"I know," he said as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his eight inch hard-on. 

Faye bit her lower lip as he moved between her trembling thighs and waited for his long black shaft to split her moist folds. "They might not go for it." Suddenly five hard thick inches pushed into her. "OH GOD!" She screamed. She closed her eyes and imagined the handsome man in the photo down stairs pumping in and out of her. She had always wanted to fuck a white man. 

Anna was carrying some towels towards their room when she heard Faye's screams. At first she thought the woman was in pain but quickly realized the cries were from pleasure. She put her ear to the door and listened. 

"Fuck me with that big cock!" Faye moaned loudly. If he wanted Anna to hear it she would make sure she heard the right stuff. "GOD IT FILLS ME UP!"

Tom laughed as his wife got vocal. "Tell her how much you like it," he whispered. 

"OH GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD!" 

"Tell her how big it is," he whispered as he pumped in and out very slowly. 

"How big is it?" Faye whispered back. She had never measured it. 

"Twelve inches," he laughed. 

"It's not that big," Faye giggled. 

"Ten inches then," he said. The biggest he had measured was a little short of eight inches. 

"Give me all of the TEN INCHES!" She cried out. 

The towels dropped from Anna's hands as her fingers moved under her robe to push against her damp loins. John was the only man she had been with and he was shorter than ten inches. She pulled her panties to the side and jabbed two fingers deeply up into her moist pussy. 

Faye and Tom stopped talking and just let the bed banging against the wall make all the noise they needed. They were both imagining fucking the white couple. 

"I'M GETTING CLOSE!" Faye screamed. 

"COME ON BABY LET IT GO!" he yelled. 

"NOW!.....OH GOD....NOW!" Faye's voice shattered the quiet house. 

Anna too was cuming when she heard Tom's voice cry out that he was climaxing as well. She suddenly realized they were not making any more sounds and saw the door knob turning. She quickly ran down the hallway and into her bedroom. 

Faye laughed when she saw the towels on the floor and the fleeting body of Anna's dashing into her bedroom. She took the towels and tossed them at Tom. "Why don't you take the first shower and put one of these towels around you? When I'm in the shower you can go look for Anna." 

It took Anna almost twenty minutes to cool down enough to walk out of her room. She needed a cold drink badly and headed down the hallway towards the stairs. As she got to the extra bedroom the door flew open and Tom stood there wearing only a towel. A large tent pushed outward. 

"Oh my," Anna said as she covered her mouth with her hand while staring at the large bulge. 

"I'm sorry," Tom said trying to look startled. He had waited by the door until she saw her walking by. 'I left my bag downstairs and was heading down to get it." 

Anna was speechless as her eyes roamed over his muscular arms, shoulders and chest. Never had she seen such a well built man. "I..........can get..........it for........you," she said feeling her legs tremble. She glanced over her shoulder to see if Faye was nearby. 


Tom saw her looking for his wife. "She's in the shower. Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'll get your bag," Anna said as she turned and hurried down the stairs. She grabbed the bag by the door and almost ran back up the stairway. As she neared the top she saw his bare feet. Her eyes moved up past his ankles, his calves, knees, thighs and then up under the white towel. She gasped when she saw his hard black penis pushing the towel outward. "OH GOD!" she said as she dropped the bag. 

Tom smiled as he lunged downward to grab the bag handles before it went tumbling down the stairs. He had loosened the towel just enough to cause it to pull apart and then fall at his feet. When he stood back up he was totally naked. 

"Oops," he smiled as he stood back proudly. "Would you please hand me my towel?" 

"Y........eeessss," Anna stuttered. He was not a man he was a beast. Suddenly they heard the door to the garage open and a man yell out that he was home. 

"Thanks," Tom grinned as he took the towel from her shaking fingers and slowly covered his prick. He turned and took his bag into the bedroom and closed the door. 

John didn't find anyone on the first floor and moved up the stairs. His wife was sitting on the top step just staring out into space. 

"Are you alright?" John asked. "You look like you have seen a ghost." 

"What?" she asked as she broke out of her trance. "What did you say?" 

"Never mind. Where are our guests?" 

"In....the extra bedroom," she answered. She grabbed onto the rail and pulled herself up. As they walked towards their bedroom the extra bedroom door opened and Faye looked out. "OH, I didn't know your husband was home." 

John smiled at the beautiful black woman's face. "Hello I'm John," he said. Suddenly the door opened and Faye walked out wearing only a thin silk robe. The hard nipples on her breasts looked like pencil erasers. "I'm Faye." 

John took her tiny hand and lightly shook it. "My pleasure." His eyes moved down her taunt abs to the small mound at the junction of her thighs. The clinging robe did little to hide her pubic mound. 

"I better get dressed," she giggled and turned to make sure he got to see her round ass cheeks before she closed the door behind her. 

"She seems very nice," John said to his wife who still seemed to be lost in space. 

*****

Faye laughed when she told Tom how the man gawked at her body. "You should have seen Anna's face when the towel fell." 

"You could have given her a heart attack," Faye laughed. "Do you think we went too fast?" 

"I guess we will find out shortly," Tom answered. 

*****

John was pulling off his tie when he noticed his wife's body fall onto the bed. "Are you sure you are alright?" 

"Yes, give me a minute," Anna said with her eyes closed still picturing the huge black penis. Since John was the only man she had been intimate with up to that point seeing a real live manhood was overpowering. 

"You know its kind of weird having them living here........I mean...we just met them. Honey I'm glad you invited them over here." 

Anna sat up and smiled. "Me too." 

*****

It was about thirty minutes later in the kitchen when Faye and Tom walked in to see Anna making a salad. "John's cooking up some chicken out on the grill. Do you both eat meat?" 

"Yes," Faye answered as she peeked out to see John on the large deck wearing loose cotton shorts and a tee shirt. "I'll go and see if John needs some help." 

Anna was surprised as Faye walked out the door wearing a very short sun dress. She had thought that Faye could help her make the salad. 

"Do you need some help?" Tom asked as he pulled a chair from the end until it rested very close to her leg. 

"Well........yes you can cut the tomato and cucumber," Anna replied nervously. Tom too had changed into loose khaki shorts and a tee shirt. 

Tom took the knife and started cutting up the tomato. "I'm sorry about before.......you know...the towel thing." 

Anna blushed and looked away. "I guess I was not prepared." 

He laughed. "The look on your face was priceless. You know you owe me now." 

"Owe you?" She repeated with a puzzled look. Then it hit her. "I.........uh...don't think......that's going.....to happen." 

Again he laughed. "I was kidding." He didn't want to go too fast. 

*****

"Need any help?" Faye asked as she walked up behind John. She was so close that when he turned his elbow pressed hard into her soft breast. "Ahhh." 

"Oh, I'm sorry," John said as he sat the meat utensil down on the grill shelf. "Did I hurt you?" His eyes were on her clearly braless breast. 

Faye pretended it hurt as she cupped her mound and gently rubbed it. "A little." 

"I'd get you some ice but........." He realized ice on her breast was probably not a good thing. His eyes followed the tips of her long dark fingers as they roamed up to flick over the raised nipple. 

"Ice won't help," she giggled. She knew he was watching her fingers as they moved up to pull down the elastic neck line. "Is it bruised?" 

John gulped as the dress moved lower exposing the soft caramel skin. He quickly glanced back at the house to make sure his wife was not looking out at them. "Bruised." He repeated as he leaned over to see more brown skin being exposed. 

"Yes, black people get bruises too," she whispered. She looked down to see half of her tit bare to his eyes. She made sure not to expose the nipple just yet. 

"Oh.....I didn't mean anything," John whispered. He then realized his penis was rock hard and was pushing out his shorts. 

Faye laughed as she looked down at the six-inch tent in his shorts. "You better not let your wife see you like that." 

John blushed and quickly turned. "Sorry.......I shouldn't have...." 

"I'm glad you did," she said as she moved her soft breasts into his back. She glanced over his shoulder at the chicken on the grill. "I normally like dark meat but tonight I just might try some white." 

John stared at the sizzling meat knowing what she said had double meaning. He had fantasized about having sex with a black woman before but had never thought it would come true. She was coming on to him real fast which scared him because her husband was a big man. "We......uh...need to be.....careful..........you know....around fire." 

She giggled again and pressed her hip into his buttocks. "It is getting hot around here." 

*****

Anna too was feeling hot as she looked down at Tom's strong biceps and thighs. He was so much bigger and stronger than John and was wondering how it would feel with his body on top of her petite one. From the size of his penis she knew he would split her in two. 

"I'm having a glass of wine. Would you like something?" She asked as she moved towards the refrigerator. 

"A beer would be great," Tom answered. When she opened the door the inside light caused her body to be highlighted through the very thin white material. 

Anna took the bottle of wine and a beer and turned to moved away to close the door. 

"Don't move," Tom said smiling. When she turned her ass and small perky breasts were highlighted. He had worn boxer shorts on purpose in case he was alone with her. The tip of his huge cock was now peeking out from under the shorts. 

"What's wrong?" she asked as she froze. 

"Nothings wrong," he grinned as his eyes roamed up and down her body. 

Anna had thought about wearing a slip but didn't and now realized he would see her shape. "You're bad," she giggled as she moved out of the door and over towards him. She handed him his beer and then saw it. The purplish crown was now completely outside of his shorts. "Oh God." 

Tom grabbed her thin wrist before she could move away and then pulled her tiny ass down onto his lap. "Stay here." 

Anna did as he said from both fear and excitement. His strong arm moved around her waist and his hand covered most of her side as she pulled her completely around on his lap. 

"Have you ever had sex with a black man before?" He whispered. 

"No," she whispered back as she glanced at the window to make sure John wasn't coming in. 

"Do you want to?" 

"No," Anna said softly. Her soft buttock was pressing down into that huge black tip now. "Please stop." She did nothing to move off his legs. 

"I'm not doing anything,' he whispered while pressing his lips into the nape of her tiny white neck. He took one nibble and felt her body quiver. 

"Let me up please," she whispered while shifting her hips until the penis tip pressed up into the small ass crack. 

Tom grinned because he was not holding her anymore. If she wanted up all she had to do was get up. His lips moved up to suckle her earlobe before moving slowly and cautiously over towards her mouth. 

"Oh God," Anna thought feeling his manhood. She gasped when he sucked on her ear and now felt his large lips moving towards hers. Her eyes closed when their lips touched and opened when his tongue invaded her mouth. Never had a man kissed her so forcefully before. She gasped for air as the tongue licked and flicked over her small tongue and teeth. 

*****

"Uh.....we...should check with Anna and Tom and see if they are ready for the meat," John said as he moved away from the hard tips of Faye's breasts. 

She laughed. "Good idea." She hurried ahead of him just to make sure Tom had enough time to stop what he might be doing to Anna before John made it inside. 

*****

Anna pushed her own tongue into his and moved her lips until she was sucking at his huge pink digit. Her mind had erased the fear that she might be caught French kissing another man. But when she heard the door open she gasped and jerked her lips from his and her ass up from his enraged hard-on. "Oh God." 

Tom too turned just in time before John made it through the door and saw about three inches of his hard dark cock pushing out from under his shorts. "Salad is finished," he said thinking quickly. 

Although John did not see what was going on Faye did. She was just in time to watch Anna's lips slide off her husband's tongue and her little ass jump off his obvious uncovered penis. "Why don't you guys carry out the salads and Anna and I will bring out the plates and forks." 

Both men still sported hard bulges as they grabbed the salad bowls and large bowl of lettuce, tomatoes and cukes. As soon as they were out the door Faye pulled Anna aside. "Did I see you kissing my husband?" 

Anna gulped. "I didn't mean it to happen. He pulled me on his lap and..." 


Old Maid



"Tom told me you saw him naked before." 

"He did?" 

"I'm so sorry," Anna said afraid that this woman would say something to John. "It was an accident. The towel fell and......" 

Faye grinned. "He's a big man and I'm willing to share him if you want." 

"Share." 

"Yes......you with Tom and me with John." There it was all out on the table. 

"You mean.......like swapping spouses...........sex? Anna gasped. 

"Yes honey.......my husband fucks you with that big black cock at the same time I get the same from your husband." Faye smiled. 

"John.......would never agree........," Anna whispered as she glanced out at the two men standing by the grill. 

Faye chuckled. "But that means you would." She turned with the salad bowls and walked out the doorway. 

"I........never........said that......." Anna said as she grabbed the forks and napkins and followed her outside. 

Dinner was outside and since it was getting pretty dark it was hard to really see what was going on under the table. Faye had sat across from John on purposed so she could reach across with her bare foot and rub up and down his leg. She maintained a conversation with everyone as if nothing was going on. John however was having a large problem focusing on what was being said. 

"How long have you been married?" Tom asked Anna as he too rubbed his bare foot on the front of her tightly squeezed together kneecaps. 

"Stop," Anna said without sound as she held her cheeseburger in front of her mouth to hide it from their spouses. "Ten years," she said with increased emotion. 

"We've been married the same," Faye grinned. From her seat next to Anna she could see the woman's legs moving around trying to escape her husband's touches. She wondered just how much experience the two had with others. "Did you date a lot before you were married?" 

John kept looking at his wife to make sure she was not noticing his reaction to Faye's foot now pressing between his knees. It surprised him to see Anna's face a bright red and her looking at Tom constantly. "No.........we dated throughout high school and never really dated anyone else." Faye's toes were actually tickling him as they moved closer and closer to his raging hard-on. 

Anna knew he was going to win the battle and get between her legs soon so she quickly shifted her hips to the side. But instead of detouring him she had given him a clear shot up under the side of her dress. His large toes pushed upward until they touched the side of her buttock. 

"That's cool," Tom grinned realizing that this couple would be first time swingers if they could pull it off. His big toe pushed under the edge of her panties and pulled outward to allow half of his foot to move under. 

"I.........uh.....need to use the........restroom," Anna said as she pulled her hips back freeing her body from his foot. Her face was red hot as she turned and moved quickly into the house. 

"I could use another beer," Tom grinned as he watched Anna's little butt wiggle on its way into the house. "I better hit the john too when Anna comes out." He stood facing away from John to prevent the other man seeing his raised passion before winking at Faye and moving into the house. 

"Stop," John said firmly as he grabbed Faye's foot that was inches from pushing against his crotch. He held it in his hand. 

"Don't I turn you on?" She asked with a fake hurt look. 

"Yes........but Jesus Christ.......our spouses were sitting next to us." 

"They are not now," she grinned while wiggling her toes forward until they pushed again his bulge. 

"You're crazy....you know it?" He asked as he let go of her foot and shifted his hips forward. The bottom of her whole foot was lengthwise against his six inch covered shaft. 

"I know," she laughed. "Take it out." 

"Here.........now?" 

"Yes.......they will be a while. I'll give you a foot job." Faye watched him make up his mind which took about twenty seconds. She knew she had him when he reached down and unzipped his shorts. She held her foot back until he lifted his hands back upward. When she pushed her toes forward again she touched the hot ivory pecker waiting for her. She quickly measured him and smiled. Not as big as Tom but it would do. She quickly removed her other foot from its shoe and moved it up to allow her feet to capture him. "You ever been jerked off with feet before?" 

"Nooooo," he moaned as her toes pressed and moved up and down his uncovered cock. 

"Now don't get my feet all messy," she giggled as she lifted and lowered her legs. 

*****

Tom tiptoed into the hallway and saw the bathroom door closed. He knew she was so turned on that she had to get away to gather her senses so he had to get to her quickly. He turned the knob without knocking and looked inside. Anna was leaning away from him with her hand up under her dress. She heard the door open and looked into the mirror as he closed the door behind him. 

"Are you crazy?" She asked as she pulled the damp tissue from under her dress and tossed it quickly into the toilet. "What if they catch us?" 

Tom smiled when he saw her panties down around her knees. "They won't. You know pink is my favorite color for panties." 

Anna reached down and grabbed her panties and started pulling them up until he grabbed her wrist. 

"Did I make you wet?" 

"No.........I used the toilet and........" She lied but he stopped her as his free hand pulled up her dress until he saw her golden pubic mound and glistening pink pussy lips. "Tom!" 

Tom laughed and let go of her panties and moved his fingers up to brush over her dampness before her panties moved over his hand. "Damn this is one hot and wet pussy," he laughed before pulling his hand out. "You want this more that I do." 

"You're wrong," she whispered. "I'm a happily married woman." 

"I can make you a lot happier," he bragged as he moved his body back against the door. 

"Please move and let me out," she said nervously. Her eyes focused on the shape of his huge penis pushing out his shorts. 

"Nope not unless you kiss me first." 

Anna remembered the hot kiss they had at the kitchen table before but he was the one who had started it. If she kissed him she would be the one starting it. "That kiss before was a mistake." 

He just laughed and folded his arms to prevent her from getting out. 

"They are going to come looking for us," she said as she moved closer to him. He was at least a foot taller than she was. But he did not move. "Just a kiss and that's all." 

Tom grinned and opened his muscular arms to allow her tiny body into them. As she leaned her small mouth up to his he cupped her petite round ass cheeks enabling him to lift the front of her body up into his. 

Anna's eyes were closed as this giant of a man fondled her butt. She pressed her slightly opened lips to his expecting his tongue to invade her mouth again but he held it back. She wanted to pull away but her body wouldn't allow her and when her tongue snaked into his damp lips she knew she was again lost. Her legs opened to allow her covered pussy to press against his hard log. 

*****

"I'm getting...............close," John whispered still peeking at the house. He knew his wife would be coming out any second. He then saw a movement in the kitchen and pushed her foot away and quickly stuffed his hard-on back into his shorts. 

Anna took a few minutes in the kitchen trying to gain her composure again. She saw her husband and Faye sitting across from each other and dreaded facing them. She felt so guilty. 

"What do you want to drink?" Anna asked as she opened the door. 

"Some wine," Faye answered. "A beer," John replied. A minute later she walked out with the drinks with Tom on her tail. 

"You know we feel we've known you for a long time," Faye smiled as they ate their meals. There were no footsies under the table anymore because they were all saving it up for later. After dinner they cleaned up the dishes and headed into the house. 

"How about a game?" Faye asked knowing that new swingers normally needed a game to get them into some serious messing around.

"Uh.......what kind of......game?" John asked. He had hoped to get her alone somewhere away from his wife. 

"Cards.........do you two play cards?" Tom grinned. He was sitting next to Anna on the sofa and could see she was really excited. 

"Not really," Anna answered. "Except for OLD MAID." She laughed. 

"I love OLD MAID," Faye giggled. "Do you have a deck?" 

"I........uh...think so. I'll go look in Jake's room." 

"I'll help," John said quickly wanting to get his wife alone. Since Faye was so forward towards him he was afraid Tom would be the same to her. 

As they looked through Jake's closet Tom whispered, "They are nice but.....they seem to be......you know.....forward." 

Anna paused afraid he had seen her messing around with Tom. "You've told me I'm too conservative and need to let go sometimes. I think we can handle it if it goes too far." 

"Are you sure? I mean they are black and I know how you......" 

"John....I'm not a racist and never have been one," she snapped back. "I think it's about time we really got to know a black couple." She said grabbing the OLD MAID game from a box on the floor of the closet. 

"Loosen up." She decided not to tell him about how Faye had offered to share Tom with her. 

"Loosen up?" He repeated. "You'll be the first one to say stop before me." 

"Are you sure?" She smiled before turning and walking out the door. He hurried to catch up. 

***** 

"I think she's ready," John whispered to Faye as they waited. "I've kissed her twice and have fondled that cute little butt. I've even seen her golden pussy." 

"Wow.....you are further along than I thought. I gave John a foot job out on the deck before." 

"Bare cock?" 

"Bare cock," she answered. They both turned to see the ivory couple return. 

"Let's play on the rug," Faye said while moving over to a large thick and soft white rug in front of the fire place. 

The men took positions across from each other as Anna shuffled the cards. "Does everyone remember how to play?" 

"Yes," Tom answered. They all took their cards and quickly made it through the first round. He ended up with the OLD MAID. "I guess I lost," he laughed. "You know this is fun but we should make the loser do something." 

"Do.......something?" John repeated. He looked at his wife who was smiling. 

"Yeah like everyone asks the loser to do something," Anna giggled. 

"Sounds good to me," Faye smiled. She already had things in her mind for John to do. 

"But...........what if someone doesn't want to do it?" John asked nervously. He was shocked at his wife's demeanor. 

"Then you have to take a big drink of wine or beer or.........maybe......take off an article of clothing," Tom said hoping the white couple wouldn't call it a night. 

"Like strip poker!" Anna giggled. She had an opportunity to play strip poker in college but had been too nervous to do it. 

"I don't know......." John started. As much as he wanted to see Faye naked he wasn't too keen on having to strip himself in front of the larger black man. He had seen a few black guys in the showers at the gym and knew the chances of Tom being bigger than him were high. 

"Hey if you don't want to strip you can drink," Tom quickly added. First he needed to get the game going. 

"OK.....let's try it but if anyone wants to stop we all stop," John spurted out. 

*****

Suddenly the game got more serious as they took the time to try and hide the OLD MAID. The men quickly lost their cards and were out and it was Faye and Anna remaining. Faye had Freddy Frog and the OLD MAID left and held them up for Anna to draw. She laughed when Anna took the Freddy Frog thus leaving her with the OLD MAID. "I guess I'm the first loser. Who wants to go first?" 

John thought she was wearing a shirt, shorts, bra and panties but was not ready yet to get her to strip. "How about you dance for us for thirty seconds?" 

"What kind of dance?" Faye asked while standing up next to him. 

"Any kind you want," he said peeking at her nice caramel thighs under the short sundress. He leaned back on his elbow as she started a slow circular grinding of her round hips. Seconds later her hips circled out more and more until her dress flopped up enough for him to see her lacy white panties. 

Tom smiled as she showed the other man her round buttocks. As much as he loved to squeeze them he wanted Anna's pure white cheeks more. "Good job baby," he said as she sat back down. "I think its Anna's turn to ask you to do something." 

"Oh God.......I don't know," Anna blushed. She knew she had to be nice or they would get her when it was her turn. "I know........give me a foot massage." 

Faye glanced over at her husband and smiled because he knew how much she liked other women and she was going to get to touch this cute little female first. 

"Lean back against the sofa," she said to Anna while sliding in front and grabbing her right foot. She lifted it a few inches and then squeezed and massaged the dainty foot. 

"Ummmm.......that feels so good," Anna purred. She closed her eyes to enjoy the touch and did realize that her dress was sliding up her thighs as Faye lifted the foot higher. 

Both John and Tom were very much aware of the soft and tender thighs appearing but it was Tom who shifted his position to get a better angle. No one said how long Faye was to do it so after a minute on the right foot she moved to the left one. When it moved upward the dress suddenly crashed downward until the whole front of Anna's pink crotch was visible. 

"OH MY!" Anna cried out when she felt the cooler air on her private area and saw her panties out in the open. She quickly pushed her whole hand to cover the obvious damp spot and the view of her covered sex. 

"My dress.........I need to push it down." Her other hand tried to push the dress back down but Faye continued holding the foot up high. 

"I think that's enough," John quickly added seeing the embarrassment on his wife's face. 

Faye lowered the foot and moved back. It was her husband's turn to tell her to do something and knew he would get nasty. 

"I want you to.........remove your panties." 

Both Anna's and John's mouth gaped open. They thought for sure Faye would take a drink but she only smiled and lifted up onto her knees. She pushed her hands up under her dress and seconds later pulled the tiny white thong down her brown legs to her knees. Lady-like she twisted her feet out to her side and pushed the panties down and off without showing her feminine secrets. 

The first round was over and everyone quickly picked up their next cards. Play went faster because everyone was anxious to get to the penalty stage. This time it was John holding the OLD MAID. 

"Remove the shirt," Kaye commanded. She had never seen a naked white man before and now was her chance. 

"No problem," John grinned as he pulled it up over his tanned hard chest. He was not as muscular as Tom but had worked hard on a nice shape. 

John didn't want him to stop. "Remove the shorts." 

"Hey.....you know......I only have three articles of clothing and the women have four," John complained. 

"Yes but we have more to show," Anna quickly added. She couldn't wait to see Tom totally naked. 

"I'm not taking off my shorts........not yet anyway," he grinned as he took a big gulp of beer. It was his third can and he was feeling pretty good. 

Anna was last. She knew if she got him to do things with Faye then he couldn't complain if she did them later with Tom. "OK.....I want you to.......kiss Faye for two minutes." 

"You want me to kiss Faye?" He asked while glancing at Tom to make sure he didn't object. 

"Go ahead," Tom smiled. 

John turned to see Faye moving towards him and knew she would be the aggressor. Her hand pushed back on his chest until he moved onto his back. With his back of his head on the floor he looked up into her brown eyes just before her larger softer lips pressed down onto his. Seconds later her hot tongue parted his lips and dove deeply into his throat. 

"I think she is doing most of the kissing," Anna giggled. What was really amazing was that as Faye leaned down over John her skirt had pulled up over her chocolate buns. Her thighs were parted just enough for Anna to see the shaved darker pussy lips and a hint of Faye's rear hole. She could also see her husband's fully expanded penis pushing up his shorts. 

John's mouth was opened wide as he gasped for air as Faye's tongue attacked and raped his mouth. Never had he been with a female this aggressive before. Time stood still as their mouths and tongues got really good and acquainted. 

"Time," Tom said. It was fun watching her with a white dude but he wanted to get Anna involved. "It's my turn and I want you to........remove your wife's panties." 

"My wife's panties," John repeated. "It's my penalty not hers." 

"You have to do what he says or take a drink," Anna smiled. She wasn't sure just how far she wanted to go but knew she wanted Tom to see her naked. 

John was getting pissed and turned on. "OK if you don't care then neither do I." He twisted around towards her and ran his fingers slowly up under her dress until he found the waistband. Her hips lifted to allow him room to pull the soaked pink undies down and off her feet. 

Now it was Faye's turn. "I want you to demonstrate your favorite sexual position with your wife." 

John again froze because he knew she was not wearing panties and a demonstration would possibly show her pussy and ass. "I'll take a drink." 

As he reached for his beer Anna said, "Are you afraid?" 

"Afraid? You're the one who should be afraid," he glared back at her. 

"I think she's calling you chicken," Faye laughed. 

"Hey....if he doesn't want to do it he doesn't have to," Tom said quickly. He could see that the man was upset and he didn't want John to quit. 

John stared at his wife waiting for her to back down but she just stared back. "Fine," he growled and moved slid closer to her to whisper something in her ear. 

Anna smiled because he had picked a position that would cover her bare bottom and crotch. She waited until he moved onto his back before she slung her leg over his hip and sat on his crotch. Her dress never lifted high enough for anyone to see above mid thigh. 

Faye and Tom were disappointed. "OK but you have to move." 

Anna could feel her husband's bulge pressing directly into her opened pussy lips. She leaned forward to rest her hands by his head as she started a slow up and down sliding motion. Very quickly she felt herself boiling over. "Ohhh." 

John too was ready to pop because just the fact that the other couple was watching was a big turn on. His hands roamed up and down her back and then lower until he cupped her butt. As he pulled her down tighter against him neither he nor Anna knew her dress was pulled up just high enough for both Tom and Faye to see the base of her ass and even the downy blonde hairs between her thighs. As Anna leaned over to kiss her husband the dress completely lifted until they all could see the pink glistening slit through the thin hairs. 

Faye leaned over and squeezed her husband's cock. The chances of them fucking these two were getting more and more real. 

It was Tom's fingers that discovered Anna's whole ass was uncovered which meant they could see her pussy. He quickly put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back until their lips parted. "I think we better stop." 

Disappointment was painted on Anna's face as she lifted off of him and sat back into her position. All were breathing heavily as more cards were dealt. This time it came down to Tom and Faye having the last cards. Faye knew that Tom wanted to lose so when he did a lousy job mixing up his card she drew Sam Squirrel which mean he was the OLD MAID. 




Old Maid



"Damn," he said pretending to be upset. He looked at Anna first. 

"Let me see," she smiled. "Remove the shorts." 

Tom laughed. "I better not." 

They all knew he was acting because he released the snap on his shorts and unzipped before lifting his hips. They all watched as the hidden and hard penis pushed out the boxers almost eight inches. He adjusted the opening to make sure it didn't pop out before sitting back. 

Anna had seen it before but was still shocked at its size. They all looked at John. 

"Hell.......I don't know......why don't you demonstrate your favorite position with Faye?" 

Faye smiled because she knew what it was. She immediately turned over and lifted her butt up into the doggie position. As Tom took his position behind her covered ass she surprised them all by reaching back and pulling her dress up over her round brown buttocks. She felt his hard tip press into her ass as she leaned her head down to rest it on the floor between her hands. 

"Fuck," John thought looking at her bare ass. He had a quick glimpse of her pussy lips just before Tom pushed his front forward. 

Tom grinned as he slowly and methodically rubbed his covered cock against his wife's bare pussy mound. It was only the thin material that prevented him from fucking her. It was when he reached down under her to cup her breasts that he heard both John and Anna's gasp. 

Anna wanted so much to reach under her dress and masturbate. Tom was a total man with muscles showing everywhere. She had never enjoyed the doggie position with her husband because he was not able to fill her enough from behind. From the size of Tom's penis she knew that would not be a problem. 

Faye was moaning each time his prick pushed into her dampness and clitoris. Her legs opened even wider to allow him more access. She was disappointed when he pulled back but then realized he wanted them to see her exposed dripping sex. 

"Oh God," John whispered when her opened vulva appeared. He could see the pinker flesh deep down in the layers of flesh. His cock was about to burst out of his short and knew he had to have some relief soon. 

"That's enough," Tom grinned as he moved back. He joined the other two watching Faye take her time turning over as she lowered her dress. It was not before they saw the small but thick patch of black fur resting over the smooth shaven slit. 

It was his wife's turn which caused him to smile. 

"I want you to touch Anna's body all over," Faye commanded.

"Outside of my clothes or........under them?" Anna quickly asked. 

Faye looked at John to see if he was going to object but the man was smiling. "Under them." 

Anna didn't make a move to take a drink so Tom moved next to her. They made eye contact as he placed his large dark hand on her white shoulder. His fingers lightly touched her neck and shoulder area before he lifted her dress shoulder strap and pushed his fingers under it. He then lifted the thin bra strap until it too rested on the back of his fingers. As he pushed his fingers downward they all knew where they were heading. 

Anna's eyes closed when the large hand dropped until it rubbed over her nipple and then completely covered her bare breast. He gently caressed and teased her hard bud between his thumb and index finger until she moaned. 

John had thought he would be jealous but to see his wife being manhandled by Tom it was a big turn-on. He could see the shape and motion of the man's fingers and knew exactly what he was doing to her. 

Anna felt him move to her other breast and toy with her nipple before the pulled his hand from her bra and then pushed it and his arm straight down her belly over her navel and then down to the top of her soft pubic mound. She grabbed onto his covered arm as she anticipated another man besides her husband touching her pussy. But he only teased all around it. 

"Please," she whispered. She tried to shove his fingers down into her but he was too strong. 

"Say it," he whispered back. 

Anna had wiggled her body around so much that her dress had raised up just enough for John to see her dripping pussy lips. He couldn't see Tom's fingers but knew they were close. 

"Please touch me......touch my...pussy," she whispered in Tom's ear. 

John's eyes got really big when a dark finger pushed through the yellow mane until it disappeared down into his wife's moist lips. Her hips rose upward to help him until the whole finger was gone. 

Tom took his time finger-fucking his wonderful creature. She was tight around his finger so he knew it was going to be really tight when he fucked her. He moved his mouth until it touched her ear. "You want me to fuck you........don't you?" 

Her body said yes but her mind wouldn't surrender, "No."

"My hard cock will make you so happy," he whispered as he jammed his finger hard into her. 

Anna's body lifted. "OHHH!" Her dress was now around her waist and his wrist allowing John and Faye to see everything. 

"NO!" Anna somehow managed to scream. She grabbed his wrist and jerked it up from between her legs. The fingers made a wet popping sound when it emerged. She quickly closed her legs and pushed down her dress. 

"I think we need to take a break," John said seeing his wife all flustered. He stood and pulled her up with him and walked into the kitchen. 

"I think we should stop," he said hugging her. 

"I want to but.....if we do......we will always wonder..." She whispered into his ear. 

"If we continue you know what it means." 

"I know," she whispered back. "It will be just this one time." She wanted his blessing before she allowed his huge man to fuck her. 

***** 

"Do you think they will come back?" Tom asked Faye as they heard the whispering sounds from the kitchen. 

"She'll be back," Faye chuckled as she reached down and squeezed his thick and hard rod. "If he lets her." 

A few seconds later they returned and took their positions. "Next hand," John smiled. 

As luck would have it Anna got the OLD MAID. "Now take it easy on me," she giggled and then looked at her husband. 

John had decided to go as far as she wanted. "Take off the dress." 

"JOHN!" Anna yelled but with a smile. Seconds later her fingers pushed the shoulder straps off the shoulders and then down over her tiny thin bra. When it bunched at her waist she lifted her hips and slowly pushed it over her exposed bush and then down off her legs and feet. She kept her legs together as much as possible to hide her excitement. 

It was Faye's turn. "Take off the bra and satisfy me. 

"Satisfy you........but.......you're not a man," Anna said while reaching behind her to release the bra. She didn't flinch as she pulled it off her 34b titties. 

"But as a woman you know how to do it," Faye giggled. 

Anna looked at her husband who again just smiled. "Maybe we should do it on the sofa?" 

"OK," Faye smiled as she moved up and then sat down on the sofa. She waited to see what the woman was going to do. 

Anna really didn't know where to start. Finally she leaned over and lightly kissed Faye's neck. Then her mouth took tiny nibbles before her tongue licked and caressed the soft flesh. 

"Good........very good," Faye smiled while tilting her head away. She felt Anna's trembling fingers find her forearm and then slowly move upward until they brushed the side of her breast. From there they climbed to the top of the mound to tease the hard nipple pressing outward. 

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Faye asked feeling her temperature rising. 

"Nope," Anna giggled. Her fingers explored the bigger breasts and then pulled the straps off her shoulders. Next were the bra straps and then the cups. 

"Jesus," John gasped seeing distinct contrast of his fingers white fingers on the darker breast. Never had he seen a nicer set of tits. 

"Ummm," Faye moaned. "Keep touching them." Her hand moved up Anna's bare back until it touched the smaller woman's head and with a slight push caused Anna's lips to move down off her neck. 

Anna knew where Faye was guiding her and saw the long dark nipple just before it pushed into her tight lips. She opened her whole mouth and covered it before taking a deep breath removing the air from her mouth. The tip was tight against her tongue when the lips popped off. As her lips continued to suckle her fingers moved down to Faye's bare thigh. They found the bottom of the dress and dove underneath. When she touched the shaved swollen pussy lips she didn't waste any time before she rubbed over the large throbbing clitty. 

John and Tom were now lightly caressing their hard-ons as they watched their wives. Now it was a white finger parting dark pussy lips as Anna's used her own experiences getting the other woman off. 

Faye thought that she could control her passions but when the woman parted her lips and rubbed onto her clit she lost it. She lifted Anna's lips from her nipple and when the woman looked at her plastered her mouth against hers. 

Anna's eyes bulged out when the tongue filled her tiny mouth. She felt her body moving back as Faye pushed her back and then climbed on top of her. This was not the game anymore.......this was having sex. 

"Now you are mine," Faye laughed while her fingers explored the woman's small breasts. Her whole mouth opened and engulfed the complete titty. 

"Hey......she's not supposed to do that," John said as he watched his wife getting touched and kissed all over. 

"Shhhh, just sit back and enjoy it," Tom smiled. He had seen his wife go after other women until the other woman screamed. 

"Faye...." Anna gasped when the larger woman's lips moved down off her chest, over her navel and then down into her soft mound of hair. "OH MY GOD!" She cried out when the long tongue lapped, licked and flicked onto her raised pleasure button. 

John never noticed when Tom removed his boxers but when he saw the long hard black cock he knew it was time to swap. 

Faye was happy sucking Anna's tight pussy but when she felt tapping on her shoulder she knew it was time to move away. "She's all yours honey," Faye smiled while wiping her damp lips with her forearm. 

"It's my turn," Tom smiled as he moved between the petite woman's creamy white thighs. "I'd like to fuck you." 

Anna smiled through partially closed eyes at the handsome man who was aiming his massive shaft at her dripping slit. It was time to really decide if she wanted to go that far. Again she looked at over at her husband to see his reaction however he was now lying on his back with Faye's head lifting up and down on his hard pink shaft. 

"I want you." She whispered back to Tom. "Go slow." 

John heard his wife moaning and didn't know if it was from pain or from pleasure. At that time it didn't matter because he was getting the first blowjob of his life and it was a good one. He thought she would finish him off but she instead pulled her lips off and then climbed over his hips until this crown pressed up into her warm honey pot. 

"Ready for some real fucking?" Faye asked with a laugh. 

"Oh yes.........some real fucking," John said as her hot oven surrounded and then completely covered his ram rod. As her body lowered down to kiss his lips he peeked over her shoulder and saw Anna's thin white legs wrapped around Tom's hips. He was fucking her with all he had. 

"YES FUCK ME YOU....YOU.......YOU FUCKING HORSE!" Anna screamed. Never had she believed she could be as full of cock as she was. She then bit his ear until she drew blood. 

"OUCH!" Tom screamed from the pain. This small petite little white housewife had become and wild ass sex-crazed animal. 

But with Faye and John the fucking was in control, nice and slow with lots of kissing and touching. They whispered dirty words in each other's ears and moaned each time their stomachs hit together. 

Faye had never fucked with a man so patient and so loving before. Their lips touched and teased and retreated. They were not in the same race as the two on the sofa. 

"GO FASTER!" Anna screamed as she pounded on the big man's back. "FUCK ME DAMMIT!" 

Tom had fucked many a woman before but this one made him lose control. "I'M CUMING BABY!"

"WAIT FOR ME!" She screamed as she jammed her hand between their bellies and rubbed her clit. "NOW.........CUM IN ME.........FILL ME UP!" 

He did that and more. So much that it spilled from her tight hole. "AHHHH!" Anna yelled when she climaxed. 

*****

"I think they are done," Faye whispered in John's ear when the room suddenly got quiet. 

"Good......they were making way too much noise," John laughed. Their fucking motion had almost stopped it was so slow. They were enjoying it too much to want it to end. 

*****

"Are you hungry?" Anna asked Tom as they sat back on the sofa watching their spouses fucking on the floor by their feet. "This is putting me to sleep." 

"Yeah.......I could use a bite," he grinned as he picked her up and carried her naked body into the kitchen. 

*****

"I could do this all night," Faye whispered. She squeezed her inner muscles and felt him shutter. 

"You keep doing that and the night will end," he whispered as he cupped her ass. 

"It won't end," she giggled as she squeezed and squeezed until his face was red and he was about to blow. "I'm ready." 

"ME TOO!" John yelled. Suddenly her motion increased and increased until they both screamed at the same time. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

*****

It was a week later when John and Anna knocked on Faye and Tom's door. 

"I thought you said it would only be once," John whispered to his wife when the door opened and Tom stood in only tight cotton shorts. 

"Once per week," Anna giggled as she pushed John aside and hugged into Tom's body. 

*****

THE END

*****

Ending Note: I know there were some stereotypes but hey that's the way it is. I hope you enjoyed the story.....especially the OLD MAID game. Don't forget to vote....Slick. 



Old Major



It was a beautiful day. The sun was strong, but the cool sharp breeze made it very pleasant. I was walking with three of my friends in Sherwood Forest. We were going to have a pick-nick. The strong old oaks with their rustling leaves seemed to speak of ancient days, even before those of Robin Hood. Something older and stronger even then these ancient trees. It gave me a kind of tingly feeling, sharp and alive.

My friends meanwhile were talking about George Clooney. He is not one of my favorites; to me he seems way to suave. I like a guy to be a bit more mysterious, a bit more dark. Not that I had much experience with guys, in fact, although eighteen already, I was still a virgin. Way to shy, I guess. I mean I did get enough attention. My supple body, dark-blue eyes, long, blond hair, small but shapely breast and nicely curved lips did a lot for me, but my shyness kept the men at distance.

My friends were more free. One of them, Susan, was now talking about some guy who did it to her.

'How was it?' I couldn't help asking.

She smiled, her face aglow. 'Wonderful' she sighed. We all laughed. 

'Hey,' said Caroline, who was the most outgoing of our group, 'you know, you actually should be with him today.' She smiled mysteriously.

'Why?' asked Susan. 

'Well, it's Earth Day today, you know, and that means,' she lowered her voice, 'that means that having sex will be extra great today.'

We all giggled. But Caroline kept a straight face, and said:'It is true, you know, my grandmother, who's from Whales, has told me all about it. She says although it's a modern feast to create environmental awareness, it has more ancient roots. Actually she always used to say: "Don't go into the woods on a day like this, lass, strange things might happen to you!"'

That really made us laugh, and Caroline too, but something inside me said: there does seem to be something in the air today! I wondered whether the others felt it as well.

Marge who hadn't said much up till now, said: 'You know, you guys, why don't we go to Old Major, the oldest oak in the forest. If anything strange is going on today, well, it should be there!'

We all agreed it was a great idea and it was also a beautiful spot to have our pick-nick. So of we went and it wasn't long before we arrived at the spot. The old oak was standing tall and strong, its many leaves glimmering in the sun. The sight of it did something to me. I don't know, it made my heart beat faster somehow. Today the site was strangely deserted and quiet. Normally this was quite a popular spot. Somewhat impressed by this, we walked silently towards the tree; all four of us.

I looked at the old green bark, with its deep grooves and I just had to touch it. My palm felt strangely sweaty when I touched the cool wood. And that's when it happened. A deep dark longing suddenly started building up in me. It literally started in my toes, as if I myself was rooted in the ground. Strong hot waves began sweeping through my body and I felt my breast coming alive. The sharp tingly feeling that I had before, became stronger now, and my nipples grew hard. Something wild and alive seemed to have woken up within me. 

I looked at my friends and from the looks of it they were under the same kind of weird spell. Their lips half parted, their nipples showing through there tops and their eyes closed. I tried to think, tried to pull my hand away, but at that moment the spell seemed to grow even stronger and I could do nothing but utter a deep moan. 

I sank to my knees and somehow a mist had come up at this sunny day. The mist didn't feel cold though, but warm like a blanket. Suddenly I saw Caroline's face next to mine. I didn't really see Caroline though, all I saw were her beautiful firm breasts and all I wanted to do was to touch them.

My hands were quicker than my thoughts; as I was thinking about touching them, they were already making their way up her t-shirt. She moaned. And as I freed her breast from her bra, I felt her hands going up my legs and fingering their way up under my denim skirt. Something like an electric shock went through me when she touched my panties. All I could do was wet my lips when I saw her beautiful full white breasts with their pink nipples. I just had to taste that delicious pink. All around me I heard moaning and also something else...

It was laughter. Tinkling laughter, like the sound of tiny silver bells. The part of my mind that could still think, thought of the tales of little lustful pixies, who were supposed to be living in these woods. 

Was I dreaming or did I suddenly feel tiny hands upon my breasts? I looked down and couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the two little green men who were indeed touching my nipples, through my T-shirt. Two other green men, were rapidly pulling my T-shirt up, so that I was momentarily blinded when they pulled it over my head. 

At the same time I felt my bra coming loose, so that the tiny men could play freely with my exposed nipples. And as their tiny tongs flicked over them, I knew that something was horribly wrong. The problem was, there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how I told myself to run away, my legs simply refused and when I wanted to cry out, STOP, all I uttered was: 'O, please, please, go on.' Which didn't quite do the trick. In fact it rather spurred them on. 

Meanwhile Caroline had put her mouth were her fingers were before, and I was overcome with a feeling I had never known before. My whole body felt like a big burning hole that cried out to be filled up. In the able hands of the tiny men, my breasts had swollen and seemed to be twice their usual size, and before I could wonder what happened to the other two little men, I suddenly felt little hands touching my bum. 

I was on all fours by now, so I had to turn my head to see what was going on. I was shocked. Tiny though the men might be, what they pulled from their pants wasn't tiny at all. They leered at me as they started rubbing their rods to even bigger sizes. Shocked though I was, everything in my body screamed out YES when one of the men moved his rod to the burning hole that was my cunt. I wondered what would happen when he actually did the deed. Some small part of me was screaming out in fear, and I managed to mumble: 'No' but my lips were swollen and my hair was hanging in my face, so I guess they didn't hear me. 

And then I felt the hard lid going in, slowly, deeper and deeper, filling me up, and a deep moan escaped me. Not like this, I thought, but then my body shook under the force of the pixie's thrust. I felt my whole body growing burning-hot. Still I felt the pixie's lid within me was even hotter. It felt like a black-smith was thrusting a sizzling poke within me. It hurt, but it was the nicest kind of hurt I ever felt. I opened my mouth to let out a cry... and instantly it was filled up by another burning rod.  

When I watched a porn-movie one time, I remember thinking that giving a blow-job was the grossest thing a woman could do, and I had decided then and there that I would never do something that vile. And here I was sucking this dick and only wanting to swallow it deeper. With every thrust from behind I opened my throat wider to let it go in. I was so horny by now, that I would have sucked the dicks of an entire army of pixies! 

The thrusts from behind were going faster and faster and my whole world seemed to be focused around the cock in my cunt. My cunt was soaking wet and my breast were swaying with every thrust. My moans and cries were half blocked by the dick in my mouth, but still audible and I heard the others moaning as well. I looked about for Caroline and I saw that she was lying naked in the grass where to pixies were sucking her breasts and one was on top of her. 

Susan and Marge were sitting in the grass with their naked backs leaning against the tree, while the pixies were all over them; their lips swollen, their breasts heaving. The tree itself seemed to be glistening and somehow I felt attracted by it. I longed to rub my soft breasts against its strong trunk and pass my tongue over its old skin.

Then I felt the two hard rods within me growing even harder and I felt that I would cum any minute now. And as the pixie's sperm started filling up my mouth and cunt, my mind reeled and I screamed out as I was overcome with such a feeling of utter pleasure as I had never known before. 

I must have passed out after that, because when I awoke, I was lying naked and utterly spent and satisfied in the sweet-scenting grass. The sun was playing with my naked buttocks. I looked about me and saw the others were also waking-up. The mist and pixies were gone. 

I looked at Caroline; we were both turning red. But then we both laughed and hugged.

Giggling she said: 'I guess I should have listened to my grandmother.'

We all laughed. We decided we wouldn't speak of this incident, but we all knew we would never forget it, not as long as we lived.

As for me, I decided then and there that being shy was all very fine, but there was a whole world of men out there to explore which I wasn't going to miss!



Old Man and Indian Wife Ch. 01



Preface - This is the Indianization of the basic plot of a story I read many years ago. A big thank you to aurelius1982 who helped me write it up. The story centers around certain events that befall an Indian couple in Las Vegas. First the husband will narrate. And then in part 2, the wife will narrate her side. The two perspectives, as you will notice, are considerably different not in terms of the events but the thought process. Thank you once again to aurelius1982.

I should also clarify that this is one of those stories where the build-up is long and detailed. In my eyes, the build-up is the meat of the story, although the sex, when it comes, is quite wild too even if I do say so myself. So read on if you're one of those people who like to peel the layers of a story as they read it.

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My wife's cellphone buzzed and rang multiple times to announce the arrival of several text messages as soon as she turned the phone on after the pilot announced it was okay to do so.

"So Shipra." I said icily, "I guess those are all text messages from Jeff?"

Shipra ignored me and her fingers worked the keyboard furiously as she replied to the text messages.

"Only two of them." Shipra said once she got done. "The third was from my sister saying Chintu is doing fine."

"And what did Jeff want? Some recipe perhaps?"

Jeff was our neighbor and "friend" back in New Jersey. He was divorced and lived next door, and lived with his son who was the same age as Chintu - 6. I had started off liking Jeff when we moved into his neighborhood a year back. He was friendly, his son and Chintu got along very well, and he seemed genuinely helpful. Which he still was.

What had started bugging me was that he and Shipra seemed to have become a little too friendly. Shipra was a stay-at-home mom, having quit her job in banking as soon as we had Chintu. And Jeff had a catering business which he managed from his house, and even when he had to be away, it was usually for dinner services at nights or on weekends. So when I was at work and Shipra was home, usually, so was Jeff. And Shipra often told me that he came over or invited her over to talk about recipes and food, a topic Shipra had gotten really interested in of late.

"No, Pavan. He just texted the address of a restaurant he recommends. And wished us both safe travel and a great vacation." Shipra replied.

"You know what'll make my vacation great? No texts from Jeff." I said as I pulled our handbag from the overhead compartment.

"Pavan please. Don't start." Shipra shook her head and slid out from her seat.

After this mini-tiff of sorts, both Shipra and I were silent as we made our way off the plane, got our luggage from baggage claim and took a taxi to the Venetian - a posh casino-resort. I waited for her to break the ice, convinced that I was right in being suspicious of Jeff. I was convinced that he had the hots for my wife, and was working slowly but surely to get her into bed. If, that is, he hadn't already.

Over the past few months, I had noticed a change in Shipra's appearance and demeanor. Usually her attire was pretty standard - jeans or trousers, with modest t-shirts or blouses, and frumpy sweaters. After Chintu's birth, Shipra had gone from a very fashion-savvy and spiffily dressed young woman to the archetypal suburban mom. But recently, I noticed she was wearing skirts more often, with tank tops or blouses with a low neckline. She was back to dressing the way she used to 7 years ago when we met and started dating in Bombay. And I wondered if this sudden change had anything to do with her friendship with Jeff. Although I was glad of the occasional throwback to our initial days together.

Ah, our initial days together. I had been smitten with Shipra the day she walked into the conference room on her first day of work in our bank. She was one of the new trainees, fresh out of business school. I was there in my capacity as my division's Vice President, to address the newbies about our operations. She was dressed in a figure-hugging knee-length black skirt, a formal blouse with one button open, and a matching black blazer. She was tall and not just by Indian standards - 5 ft 10. Her skirt showed that she had an awesome butt and shapely legs. And even the formal blouse and the blazer could not hide the fact that she was exceedingly buxom - 34DD as I later found out.

I found myself staring at her a little longer than appropriate. She obviously noticed, looked right into my eyes, and flashed me a dazzling smile. And that was all it took to get me hooked.

I waited a few weeks before doing anything though. After all. Shipra, a fresh MBA 24 years of age, was 15 years my junior. I was touching 40, and although I worked out regularly to keep my body in shape, the gray was beginning to show at the edges of my hairline. I was still unmarried, thanks to a long long relationship that ended abruptly 5 years ago. I still dated casually, and got plenty of action - a good looking, tall, well-built successful banking executives in his late 30s does not find dating difficult in a city like Bombay. But most of the women I had dated had been my contemporaries. I had never even thought about going after someone in her mid-20s.

Until Shipra walked in that door.

Although she got assigned to my division, I kept things strictly professional. I could see that she was getting a lot of attention from guys her own age, something she seemed glad and adept about handling. But i did get some fairly strong signals from her of her interest in me. She would compliment me on my looks, ask me about my taste in music, movies, and books. And try to spend a lot of time talking about things other than work. And she kept talking about how she wanted to "settle down" but all the guys she met were too "immature".

After a few weeks, I convinced myself that I wasn't just some deluded old horndog reading signals where there were none. Shipra was definitely indicating her interest in me. So I asked her out. She readily agreed. And from there, things moved rather rapidly. We had sex for the first time after our second date, and I was glad to see that Shipra knew how to use her body well. In a couple of weeks, she had all but moved in with me, spending about 5 nights a week at my apartment. In a month, we informed HR about our relationship, and Shipra was moved to another division as per company rules.

In six months, I was convinced she was the love of my life, and proposed. She accepted readily. Her parents were a little displeased that she was marrying someone so much older than her. But I charmed their pants off, and all was well. We were married, and soon Shipra was pregnant. After Chintu was born, Shipra told me she had no interest in going back to work. She had never really been too career-minded, she said, and was simply living out the dreams of her modern and demanding father who believed her intelligence was too rare to waste.

Soon, we settled into a happily married lifestyle, raising our son together. Shipra had a lot of close friends in Bombay, many of them male. And her close friendship with them did rankle me a little bit. In other words, it made me insecure. Initially I stayed mum. But after I turned forty, my body began catching up with me. My stamina for sex was diminishing by the year. When we started dating, we had sex at least twice every night. Around the time Chintu turned two, it was down to twice a week. And of late, it was down to barely once a week.

The decline of my prowess did play a role in my insecurities growing. There were a couple of her male friends, young, good-looking, handsome, that I particularly felt insecure about. They were married too, but it still bothered me that they were so friendly with Shipra. We started having arguments about it. Shipra always dismissed my concerns saying I was being paranoid. But I knew my wife was hot enough to make anyone sin. I also knew she had had a fairly colorful past, sexually speaking (the details of which are another story). So I knew that she knew she had options. And that drove my insecurity and caused more arguments. These arguments became the norm for the next few years.

One day, a head-hunter called me up out of the blue, saying I would be perfect for a position that a Wall Street bank was looking to fill. It had always been my dream to work on Wall Street, and I had no hesitation applying. I got the job quite easily, and soon, we moved to New York.

The move was a source of some tension between Shipra and me. She was not so sure she wanted to move to a new place, leaving her friends and family behind. She wanted to "discuss" it. But i was in no mood to listen. Surely she should understand what a rare opportunity this was for me. I wasn't getting any younger, and who knew when...rather if, such a chance would come by again. Eventually Shipra agreed, and we moved to America.

We got a big house in suburban New Jersey, in a good school district. Shipra's initial apprehensions gave way to enthusiasm about living in the greater New York area. Chintu certainly loved it, especially the tradition of Halloween trick--or-treating which he could not believe existed. And soon we were a happy family again. Shipra did complain occasionally about feeling lonely. To be honest, I was relieved that all her male "friends" were thousands of mile away.

But then Jeff had slid into the picture.

Jeff was roughly the same age as Shipra. Very handsome. I worked out to keep my body in shape. He clearly worked out to give his body shape. He had well toned abs, arms and a chest, which he loved displaying in the summer months. His striking good looks, coupled with his charming personality, convinced me that he was a threat to be mindful of. But when I raised the concern, Shipra again accused me of being too controlling and insecure and jealous.

One summer day when I came home from work, I saw a scene that made me lose my cool. Nothing scandalous, mind you. The two boys were playing in the backyard. A few feet away from them, sat Shipra and Jeff on lawn chair, drinking beer. Jeff was only wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts, the sweat glistening on his chest. Shipra was wearing a short skirt and a tank top. And they were laughing and talking.

Like I said, nothing scandalous. But watching Jeff, all muscled and toned and sweaty, joking with my relatively scantily clad wife pissed me off. Shipra had put on a few pounds since Chintu was born, but the extra weight had been distributed evenly. She still had a fantastic figure which had gone from tall-and-curvy-but-slender to simply tall-and-voluptuous - 36DD-28-38. She looked like a million bucks sitting in the lawn chair. But I was more pissed off at Jeff's overtly hunky appearance than I was attracted to Shipra's knock-out looks at that moment. I yelled at Chintu, asking him to come inside. The tone of my voice was enough for Jeff to take a hint, and he took his son and went home. And Shipra walked in, looking confused.

That night after Chintu went to bed, we had one of the most acrimonious fights we'd had. I accused Shipra of leading Jeff on. She told me my paranoia was reaching historic levels. We argued back and forth, until she said,

"Pavan, don't take this the wrong way, but don't you see your insecurity is stemming from your.....troubles in bed? I keep telling you to see the doctor. There are drugs..."

"So you're saying I should take Viagra or you'll fuck him? Is that it?" I exploded. I had been having troubles down there, but I knew it was more because of stress than anything. I certainly had no desire to walk into a doctor's office and tell him I was having trouble getting it up.

"What?" Shipra said, confused.

"Or have you fucked him already?"

Shipra slapped me in anger. I pushed her to the bed and stormed out of the room. I went to a nearby bar and had a couple of drinks. When I came back, Shipra was already asleep.

Over the next few days, we both calmed down. I apologized to Shipra saying I had been out of line. Shipra said she understood my concerns and would tone down her rapport with Jeff, if it bothered me so much. And a few days later, i surprised her with my plans for us to spend a long weekend in Las Vegas. Just the two of us. Shipra's sister who lived in Philadelphia had agreed to take care of Chintu while we were away.

Now back to Vegas.

After we reached the Venetian, I finally broke my silence and mentioned how pretty the casino looked. Shipra also looked impressed and pointed out a few beautiful decorations in the lobby. We checked and went to our room.

This was my first time in Vegas and I was really looking forward to hitting the blackjack tables. So as Shipra went to the bathroom for a quick shower, I changed into some smart casual wear to hit the casino floor. I got dressed, turned the TV on and waited for Shipra. She walked out, her hair wet, clad in a bathrobe.

"Get dressed quickly." I said. "Let's go to the casino floor."

Shipra slowly walked towards me and sat down on the bed. She put her head on my shoulder and ran her hand over my cheek. I could feel heat radiating from her just-showered body. I turned and kissed her, slipping my hand into her robe, fondling her massive breasts. I felt her wet hair touch my ear. Shipra slowly pulled me down to the bed, and I was on top of her. I opened her robe and started kissing her boobs and fingering her clit. She started moaning and squirming as I continued playing with her. A minute or so later, she started unbuttoning my shirt.

That's when I got up off the bed. Shipra looked at me, with a quizzical look on her face.

"We should..." I said, buttoning up my shirt, "we should go check out the casino."

And I ran to the bathroom. In there, I unzipped and tried to coax life into my dick. The only reason I had interrupted that very hot session was that despite my best mental efforts, an erection refused to form. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and started jacking off my dick. But to no avail. A few minutes later, I gave up, flushed the toilet to make it seem like I had gone to pee and walked out of the bathroom. She was right. I did need to see a doctor. I decided to make an appointment as soon as I got back.

Shipra had gotten dressed when I was in there. She was wearing an elegant knee-length wrap-around skirt and blouse with sequins. She flashed me a bright smile, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I thought of saying something about the performance issue, but instead she said,

"So you'll have to explain to me exactly how blackjack works."

"Oh, it's easy. It's all about getting as close to 21 as possible..." I was glad for the change in topic and spent time explaining the game's rules to her.

On the casino floor, we had a lot of fun. We first spent some time at the blackjack tables. I made 4 grad while Shipra lost roughly the same amount, leaving us even. We then watched the action on some of the poker tables, a game I liked but was not confident enough to gamble in. We then hit the slots. By dinner time, we had made a small profit. We had dinner at a swanky Italian place on the strip. Our spirits were high. This really was turning into the vacation we wanted. We called up Shipra's sister and spoke to Chintu before deciding to take a walk on the strip.

As the evening wore on, I could not help but notice how smashingly sexy my wife looked. Tall, voluptuous, and with a beautiful face, she drew second and third glances from most men on the street. By the time we got back to the Venetian, I was feeling a stirring in my loins. We got into the elevator, and as soon as the door closed, I pulled Shipra into my embrace and kissed her. She kissed me back hungrily as I pawed her spectacular butt. An erection began forming and she could obviously feel it on her thigh.

"Ooooh Pavan! In the elevator? Naughty!" she said between our kisses.

"I can't help it. You're just so...." I breathlessly started but was interrupted.

*beepbeep*

Shipra froze for a second, but continued kissing me.

"Check who it's from." I said.

"It can wait." she said and tried to pull me back into a kiss. That's when the elevator reached our floor and the doors opened.

"I said, check who it is from." I was feeling rage build up again.

Shipra took her cellphone out of her purse and looked at it.

"Is it Jeff?" I asked.

"Yes, but Pavan, he's just..." Shipra started saying. But I stormed out of the elevator.

I opened our room, turned the TV on and sat on the bed, looking very pissed off.

"He's doing it just to ruin our vacation." I said in an angry voice.

"No Pavan."

"Shipra, I want you to text back in caps - NEVER TEXT OR CALL ME AGAIN"

"Come on Pavan. Don't be silly."

"Shipra, DO IT!!!" I yelled.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and a confused look on her face.

"Are you going to do it or not?"

"Pavan, please. It's so unnecessary. And rude."

"Fine. I am going to sleep." I said, and started changing.

The next morning, neither of us made any reference to the fight last night. It hadn't been much of a fight. I changed into my night shorts, took a couple of Night Tylenol pills and was soon asleep. Shipra had been sobbing most of the time that I was awake. We had breakfast at a small diner and then decided to ride the tiny gondola in the hotel. We then went back to the strip, and checked out the other casinos - Bellagio, Caesar's, MGM Grand etc. Our conversations were mostly pleasant and cordial. Both of us were waiting for the other person to apologize.

We decided to have lunch at the Venetian's poolside restaurant. Shipra said she'd like to go upstairs and change. I asked what she wanted to change into, and her response was, a swimsuit. Despite the coolness between us, I smiled. I had not seen Shipra in a swimwear in several years. It would be a visual treat for sure. The swimsuit actually turned out to be a yellow bikini that went fantastically with Shipra's white complexion. It wasn't too skimpy or anything. But any bikini would have trouble containing her massive boobs. And her voluptuous perfectly shaped round butt looked great in the yellow bikini bottoms. She looked positively fuckable and if I had not been carrying the grudge from the previous night, I'd have jumped her right away. But for now, I just changed into swimming trunks, and wore a t-shirt.

Shipra tied a matching yellow sarong around her waist and we went to the poolside restaurant. We got a table right by the pool, and I could see that Shipra was getting a lot of admiring glances again, from men and women alike. I was particularly amused by an old bald white man who was swimming laps gradually, and whenever he was close to us, would slow down and check Shipra out blatantly. I don't think she noticed though.

I was only halfway into my main course when Shipra announced she was full, and wanted to get in the pool. I simply nodded and continued eating. Since she had just eaten, she couldn't really swim too much, so she just did a couple of different strokes at the end of the pool close to me. As she did the backstroke, I could not help but feel a surge in my pants at the way her huge tits struggled to break free from the bikini.

As I looked away from her, I noticed that the old bald white man was splayed on a pool chair on the other side, again blatantly staring at my wife. I also noted with a chuckle that he was wearing a speedo - not something suited for his old paunchy body. He noticed me looking at him and smiled at me. I looked away and back towards Shipra who had now waded to the other side of the pool.

The old man got up from his chair and walked towards the edge of the pool. Standing up, he looked even more ridiculous in his speedo, with his paunch flabbing over it. I did however notice momentarily, before looking away, that the crotch of his speedo was massive, as if hiding a football. Must be an enlarged prostate, I thought myself. The old man dove into the water with a clumsy splash and started swimming. I watched curiously as he swam towards Shipra. And he said something to her. She responded with a polite smile and said something.




Old Man and Indian Wife Ch. 01



They were about 30 feet away from me so I couldn't hear what was being said. But the expressions on his face were very lecherous. I found the idea hilarious that such an ugly old man was actually even thinking of chatting up someone as gorgeous as my wife. She was used to the attention of hunks like Jeff, after all. I was sure she'd slip away from him politely very soon.

"Sir, would you like to take a look at our dessert cart?" I heard the waiter say and I looked away from the pool. The dessert cart looked interesting. It had a chocolate souffle which I knew Shipra liked. So I ordered it for her and a cheesecake for myself. The waiter made some small talk with me and put the dessert on the table and left.

I looked back and was surprised to see that the old man was still chatting up Shipra. She seemed to have an amused expression on her face and was saying short sentences herself. The conversation seemed to go on and on. Now she would occasionally giggle! I decided to put an end to the pathetic old man's desperate flirting attempts, so got up and walked towards the side of the pool they were at.

"Shipra!" I called out over the din of kids playing nearby. She was about 10 feet away from the edge. She looked at me. "The dessert is here. I ordered you souffle."

Shipra nodded and glided through the water towards me. I noted with annoyance that the old man swam after her.

"What did you say?" Shipra put her elbows on the edge and asked me.

"The dessert. I ordered you..."

"And who might you be? Her father?" the old man came to a stop in the water right next to Shipra and interrupted me.

"Hehe..I told you he's my husband!" Shipra giggled. "Pavan, meet Alan."

"Pleased to meet you." Alan reached out his wrinkly hand towards me and I bent down in the waist to shake it.

Alan grabbed my hand firmly, and without letting go, said,

"So you're the lucky son of a bitch who gets to take this gorgeous little pixie home every night huh?"

Gorgeous little pixie? This old geezer was at least a couple of inches shorter than her. I snorted a little and tried to free my hand. But Alan's grip was surprisingly strong, and I found myself standing there crouching at his mercy.

"Why did a spicy bombshell like you settle for an old fart like him, huh?" Alan said and started cackling. Still grabbing my hand. My ears went red with rage and embarrassment. I looked at Shipra who actually had an amused expression on her face.

"Hehe...I don't remember actually." she said and started giggling.

Finally Alan released the vice-like grip on my hand. It relieved me, but only temporarily, because he put that arm around Shipra's shoulder and pressed it gently, and started cackling loudly.

I noticed him put his arm around her but Shipra either didn't notice or ignored it on purpose. She was still giggling. I was on the verge of jumping in the water and kicking this old man's ass. How dare he touch her in front of me? They had just met! But I resisted my instinct.

"Shipra, the dessert." I said in an annoyed voice.

She nodded and Alan finally took his arm off her shoulder. Shipra put her palms on the side of the pool and pooled herself out of the water. As she got out, I saw Alan staring at her butt rather shamelessly and with a smile on his face. I walked back with Shipra to our table. She took her seat and so did I. And, a few second later, much to my consternation, so did Alan!

"Yeah, their souffle is the best." he said, moving his chair right next to Shipra's. "I have eaten at the most expensive restaurants in this country. And the souffle here is the best."

"Is that so?" I sarcastically asked. I found it hard to believe that this uncouth old geezer was an expert in fine dining.

"Oh yeah, I'm loaded. Got a dozen real estate companies all over the country."

"Really?" Shipra asked in what sounded like an awe-struck voice. And that annoyed me even more. The old man was clearly trying to impress her with talk of his wealth and she was buying into it!

"Yup! Ole Alan's got a lot of cash in case you ever wanna leave this old fart." Alan said and winked at Shipra who started giggling again.

This was the second time he had called me an old fart and it was beginning to piss me off. I might have been close to 50, but this geezer was close to 70, if not older. Where did he get off calling me an old fart? And why the fuck was my wife laughing at his boorish comments?

"Yeah, ole Alan knows all about livin' it up in Vegas. In fact, why don't I take you to dinner to a real fancy place tonight? And then some fine cocktails?" Alan said looking at Shipra, and then without looking at me said, "Ponaav, you can come too."

I was sure he had mispronounced my name on purpose. But before Shipra could say anything, I said,

"Sorry, but we're busy tonight. We have a lot of plans. Right, Shipra?"

I expected Shipra to concur with me. But instead she was silent, and was looking at Alan with an odd expression on her face. That caused an awkward silence.

"Right, Shipra?" I said a little louder.

'Oh..umm...what's our plan for tonight?" she asked.

"You mean you ain't got plans?" Alan said, turning around to finally look at me. "It's settled then. I'll see you two in the lobby at 8!"

I glared at Shipra, expecting her to turn him down. Instead, she said,

"Okay, 8 it is."

"Splendid." Alan said stroking Shipra's bare shoulder. "See you then, little pixie. Bye Ponaav."

"It's Pavan." I said in a brusque voice.

But he acted like he hadn't heard me. Instead he slowly got up, and while he slid away from the chair, his crotch moved just inches away from Shipra's face. I noticed Shipra's head turn at once as she looked at the enormous bulge in his speedos for a split second and then looked away. I thought I heard Alan chuckle as he walked away.

I was fuming silently until we got back to the room. Once we entered the room, I let loose,

"What a slimy pathetic old geezer! Why the fuck did you accept his invitation?"

"You could've said no." Shipra said calmly, unwrapping her sarong.

"I did. But you gave him a chance to put his foot in the door." I yelled.

"Come on, Pavan. He's just a silly old man. What harm can it do?" Shipra said, walking towards the bathroom. I thought I detected a hesitant tone in her voice.

I started saying something in return, but I heard the bathroom door slam shut. A few moment later, I could heard the shower being turned on. So I turned the TV on and sat on the bed watching it. It was over twenty minutes when Shipra finally stepped out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

"Pavan, did you notice Alan's.... you know....swimming costume?" she asked in mischievous tone.

"Huh?" I feigned ignorance although I knew exactly what she was referring to.

"You know, the size of it? You probably didn't notice. It was huge!" she said with a curious look on her face.

That pissed me off even more. I have always considered myself reasonably well-endowed at 6 inches. But whenever I read about men with really big dicks, I wonder if women care about it. Shipra had never before mentioned any other man's size. So this unexpected comment got me a little upset. But not wanting to seem insecure, I said,

"Well, it's probably an enlarged prostate or something." And went back to watching TV. Shipra shrugged and started getting dressed.

I would have argued with Shipra about her behavior with Alan more, but we had a web conference planned. With our son. So as soon as Shipra got dressed, I took my laptop out, logged into skype and called Shipra's sister. Chintu was eagerly waiting for us, and we had a long conversation with him. he filled us in on every little detail of his two days with his aunt, from everything he had eaten, to the games he had played to what he'd seen on TV. It was almost two hours by the time we got done with the call.

After I closed my laptop, Shipra announced she was feeling a bit tired so wanted to take a short nap. I suspected this was just a ruse to avoid the Alan topic, but I nodded and joined her for the nap.

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At 8 pm when we walked down to the lobby, Alan was already there.

"Wow, you look absolutely ravishing." he said, staring at her up and down. He completely ignored my presence.

Shipra did look quite ravishing. She was wearing a pleated skirt that stopped an inch above her knees. And a sleeveless top with a bold neckline tat showed about an inch of her ample cleavage. I had thought of making a sarcastic comment about how she was getting all dolled up, but had decided against it. The end result was, she looked fabulous, something that pleased me but also bothered me.

Alan's full attire further made me doubt his claims of being wealthy. His pants looked fairly worn-out and his blazer seemed like one of those cheap tawdry ones you get for 50 dollars at Walmart. He was also wearing a really horrible cologne, which he had clearly sprayed a lot of. This tawdrily dressed paunchy puny bald old geezer, was a stark contrast next to my wife who with her high heels, easily stood a head above him. But it didn't seem to bother him.

He led us to the restaurant which was on the same block. It did seem very swanky. When the waiter led us to our table, he pulled out a chair for Shipra. As soon as she sat down, Alan swooped in, taking the chair next to her, forcing me to sit across from them. We started with small talk. Well, Alan and Shipra started with small talk. I was being ignored once again.

Suddenly, the sound of music filled the air. I noticed that the band was positioned quite close to us and they had started playing. As the music started, I could barely hear anything Shipra and Alan were saying. Alan had his elbow on the table and was sitting almost facing Shipra completely. At one point of time, I noticed that he put his hand on her bare knee, and looked at Shipra with my eyebrows raised. She stared back with a slight shrug, as if saying, it was my job to stop him.

I did consider stopping him. But this old geezer was acting in such a lewd and disgusting manner, that I decided to let Shipra extricate herself from the situation. It's not like it was Jeff touching her there. Even at this stage, with all the bravado Alan had shown, I did not consider him an actual threat, but an inconvenience. So if his raspy wrinkly hands were bothering my wife, well, my wife should tell him to stop.

The drinks arrived. Shipra and I had both ordered a beer, and Alan had ordered a double scotch on the rocks. He said something to her, which obviously I couldn't catch because of the music. She nodded. Then I almost fell off my chair as Alan picked up his glass of scotch and put it to her lips. She took a small sip and coughed. Shipra hated scotch. She'd tasted it once many years back, and decided it was too potent a taste for her. As she coughed, Alan laughed and put the glass to her lips again. This time she took a sip without coughing.

Alan's hand had now come off her knee. But it was instead around her shoulder. Again, Shipra and I played the who-blinks-first game. I threw her a dirty look which she returned. The right thing to do would have been to rescue her from his leery grip by putting an end to this all. But this had now turned into an ego tussle. She was the one who should push him away, I decided.

Soon the waiter came to take our orders. I noticed that Shipra didn't say anything to the waiter, which meant the old fart had ordered for her. This bugged me even more. Shipra is very finicky about ordering food in a restaurant. Even when we go out in groups, she likes to order for herself. And here she was letting a practical stranger order food for her? I seethed in silence throughout dinner. Shipra and Alan kept talking, his hand rubbing her shoulder when it wasn't rubbing his knees or thighs. By the end of the meal, his hand had pushed her skirt a couple of inches higher, and much more of her thigh was on display then at the beginning.

I had refused to blink, but was feeling very disgusted. I fought my disgust by switching from beer to scotch as well. And downing a few of them in haste as dinner progressed. Maybe it was the booze having its effect on her, but I thought that Shipra didn't look as uncomfortable as before. She had gone from being a little squeamish of his touch and having a hesitant look of alarm on her face to now wearing a blissful smile. She was barely touching her food although Alan was wolfing his dinner down.

Finally dinner got done. I thought this was it, but instead, Alan got up and said to me,

"We're gonna dance a little."

I looked at Shipra, but she was avoiding my gaze. Instead she got up from her chair and followed Alan to the bar area of the restaurant where a handful of couples were dancing. From our table, I could only see part of the dance floor. Alan and Shipra first started dancing in that area, with a foot of distance between them.

The contrast between them was stark. Shipra - beautiful, voluptuous, elegantly dressed, and tall. Alan - half a foot shorter than her, dressed in cheap threads, bald, ugly, puny but with a paunch that stuck out from his blazer. Shipra moved gracefully, Alan plonked around like a frog. But even with this mismatch, what bothered me was that the two kept their gazes locked into each others. And Shipra, far from looking bothered, wore a happy smile as they danced.

Sonds started and finished but they kept dancing for a good twenty minutes or so. Meanwhile the waiter had come and placed the check on the table and had made a few meaningful visits to look at it. Finally I put my credit card in the check folder and the waiter took it away. I was about to get up, interrupt the dancing and take Shipra home, when the song changed to a romantic ballad. An ideal slow dancing song.

I watched in horror as Alan pulled my wife into a clumsy embrace and the two of them started gently swaying to the music. Alan started off placing his hands on the small of her back, but then gradually slid them downwards. Until both his hands were on her shapely butt. He then started gentle kneading her butt, without any resistance from her. I looked around and saw a few people around them snickering and pointing. Even in Vegas, watching such a clumsily dressed old codger feeling up an exquisite beauty like my wife wasn't a common scene.

I watched with disgust, but also with a sense of vindication. This dirty old man was skillfully putting the moves on my wife. Right in front of me. And she was doing nothing to stop him. Obviously, I had been correct in my suspicions about Jeff and the other guys. If she let this old sack of dough go this far, who knows what she had done with Jeff when I was away? I felt my ears burn in anger as I watched them. Finally the dance came to an end. And the two of them started walking back to the table.

When Shipra took her seat, she looked into my eyes with a defiant expression. I was doing nothing to hide my rage. But it didn't seem to bother her. She looked away. I then looked at Alan. As he sat down, I almost spat out my drink in shock. There was a huge tent in his pants. He was sporting a rather substantial erection. And, it dawned on me, this beast of an erection had obviously been rubbing against my wife when they slow danced. Or maybe it was a result of their slow dance.

The three of us sat wordlessly sipping at what remained of the last of our drinks. The waiter came back with the credit card slip and I signed it. Alan looked at me and smirked, as if to say - "I was going to take you two to dinner, and instead you're paying while I rubbed my dick against your wife." I looked away from him towards Shipra who now wore a look that was all too familiar to me. After many a night on town, when we got home, she would sport this look - that of being drunk as well as being horny. Alan's monster erection rubbing against her had clearly had an effect.

Alan must have noticed it too, because I sensed a movement of his hand. And when I followed it, I saw it was headed towards his thigh again. Except this time, he didn't stop at just rubbing her thigh. It disappeared under her skirt. I looked up at Shipra who had now closed her eyes and had tilted her head back a little. Slowly her lips parted and I saw another familiar look. And alarm bells started going off in my head.

I realized that just a couple of feet away from me, Alan was fingering my wife. Was he doing it over her panties? Or had he slipped his finger inside? There was no way for me to know. What I did know was, I was at a crossroads. Either I get up, throw a fit, and kick this old man's ass. Or I continue to be what I had been until then. A silent accomplice.

I don't what what made me opt for the second option. Maybe I was getting turned on by this ugly old man handling my wife like putty. But at that moment, I rationalized my non-action by telling myself, it's up to her to stop him. If she wants to prove me wrong and show me as a jealous paranoid husband, she should do something. I didn't realzie though that Shipra was probably too drunk to think straight.

Alan noticed that I had noticed, and flashed me a triumphant smile. He then poked her thigh with his other hand, and she parted her legs even more, providing him better access to her cunt. Shipra's face now wore an overtly sexual look. her eyes were now half open, but she didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular. Her nipples were obviously erect because they were poking through even her bra and top. Her face had gone all red. And she seemed to be breathing heavily.

This scene lasted five minutes or so, until the band stopped playing and there was a minute of silence. Alan took his hand out from under Shipra's skirt. Shipra let out an audible moan of disappointment. Her eyes opened completely and met mine. She looked away in shame. I wondered if she would end it now. But it wasn't in her hands.

Alan got up. His erection seemed to have subsided by now. He said to me very matter-of-factly,

"I am taking her to my suite back at the Venetian. You can come along too if you want."

I tried to search for words, but couldn't come up with any. Alan held out his hand for Shipra. I expected her to take it. But instead, she was looking at me.

"Pavan." she said in a breathless voice.

"Hmm?" I said.

"What should I do?" there was a plaintive tone of genuine conflict in her voice. Looking back, I now know that was the last chance I had to put an end to the depravity. I just stared at her.

"What should I do, Pavan?" she asked, once more in that gut-wrenching voice.

A dozen different sentences sprung up in my head. "Don't go." "Let's go back to our room." "Leave this old fart here." "Stop the madness."

I didn't say any of them. I just shrugged. Shipra exhaled loudly. Alan was still holding his hand out for her. She took it and got up. Alan put his hand around my wife's waist and led her away. I got up and followed them, as if in a slumber.

I walked behind Alan and Shipra as we left the restaurant and went back to the Venetian. I followed them into the elevator. Alan slid his key and pushed the button for the top floor. once the elevator door closed, he stood there, again kneading her butt. The elevator reached his floor and we walked to the suite.

Alan led us to the "living room" of the suite and turned on just one small lamp. The room was mostly dark, with just the one lamp illuminating it. Alan headed to the minibar and poured three scotches, without ice. He handed one to Shipra and another to me. Shipra took her drink and sat down on the small couch. She took a sip and then looked at me, with a petrified expression. Again, she seemed to be crying out for help. For me to rescue her. But I felt helpless. I sat down on a chair across from her. Alan took his glass and sat down next to her.

Alan then reached for the remote and turned the TV on. He turned it to one of the movie channels, and sat there, with his hands around Shipra, who seemed like she would run out of the room at any moment. We all sat there staring at the TV. Even Alan, for the first time ever, seemed a bit nervous.




Old Man and Indian Wife Ch. 01



About ten minutes later, I noticed some movement. I saw Alan pick up Shipra's hand and put it on his crotch which now had that massive bulge again. I looked away towards the TV. A few moments later when I looked back at them, there it was. Alan's dick. I am not sure how big it exactly was, but it was a hell of a lot bigger than mine. And thicker. It was standing up from his open pants like a flagpole. And wrapped around it were my wife's elegant fingers. She was gradually stroking his dick, from the base to where the thick bulbous head protruded.

I looked at Shipra's face. She was staring at the TV, as was Alan. But her stroking of his dick was getting faster and faster. This went on for a few minutes and then Shipra stopped. She took her hand off the dick and stared stretching her fingers. Her hand was probably tired. So Alan took her other hand and put it on his dick, and she resumed stroking it. By now the monster cock was moist with all the precum that had oozed out. I could see even Shipra's fingers glistening. And I realized I too now had an erection in my pants that needed some relieving.

When Shipra took another break to change hands, Alan took the opportunity to take her top off. She offered no resistance and was now sitting there in a black bra struggling to contain her massive tits. As Shipra, now without her blouse, started jacking him off again, Alan started playing with her tits. He put one finger inside the bra cup and moved it all around. Then he scooped the boobs out of her bra. I stared in shock at how trashy Shipra looked at that moment, her boobs spilling out of her bra as she gave some dirty old man a handjob.

"Enough with the hands." Alan brusquely said and slapped her hand away. He reached for her hair and pulled her head down into his lap. Shipra resisted a little. Only a little. I suspected it was for my benefit. But within a few seconds, I could see her wide open mouth descending on Alan's upright dick. She could take in less than half of it in her mouth before she let out a gagging noise.

"Not used to the size, eh?" Alan said and chuckled. "I can see why. from that tiny tent in his pants."

Shipra took his dick out of her mouth and looked at me. Her eyes fell on my erection, and I think I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. But Alan was getting impatient now. He roughly grabbed her hair and put his dick back in her mouth. Shipra now started sucking his dick enthusiastically. A little too enthusiastically. She made gagging and slurping sounds as she went to work on his dick. And I could not help but be aroused at the sight of this massive shaft going in and out of my wife's mouth.

"You've taught her well. I'll give you that much. She sucks dick better than any Indian chick I've been with." Alan said as he nonchalantly unhooked her bra. Shipra slid the bra off and threw it on the floor. Now as she was hunched over on Alan's lap sucking his dick furiously, her boobs swayed and touched his balls.

Alan noticed, like I did, that Shipra slowly moved from being in a sitting position to putting her knees on the couch. She was now bent over with his shapely butt in the air. he reached for her ass and pulled the skirt up until it was bunched around her waist. Half an asscheek each peeked out from the side of her panties. Alan started fondling her fleshy ass as she continued to suck his dick.

"Take it all the way in, slut." Alan said and spanked her on the ass really hard.

Shipra tried, forcing her mouth down, but could not take more than three fourths the length in.

"All the way in, you curry-munching cunt." another loud slap on her ass. And then he pushed her head down. I started hearing gagging and spitting sounds as Shipra's head turned upside down. It seemed like his dick was now going down (or up) her throat. Shipra was in the most incredible position I had ever seen her in. Completely topless, skirt up to her waist, panties on display, and head upturned over a dick.

Finally Alan let go and Shipra's head sprang up off his dick. She inhaled loudly and started coughing.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Alan asked.

Shipra shook her head.

"Not you. This dickwad sitting here. You liked watching your wife take my whole dick down her throat like a sword swallower, didn't you?"

I stayed silent. What could I say?

"Well, then you're gonna love what I do to her next."

Alan got up and pulled Shipra by the hair towards the side of the couch. She dragged her knees sideways on the couch to keep pace with his hair pulling.

"What you have here, my friend, is a slut. And I will show you how a slut is to be handled." Alan said and pulled Shipra's head over the side of the couch armrest. Her stomach was resting on the armrest and her torso was hanging upside down over the side. From where I was sitting, I could see her hair had fallen over, and her massive tits were hanging next to her chin. She put both her palms on the floor for support. On the other side of the couch was Shipra's upraised butt and her knees which were still on the couch cushion.

"You know why she is a slut?" Alan said as he roughly pulled her panties down in one motion. Even as she was being manhandled, Shipra co-operated by lifting her knees so Alan could take the panties off. Shipra's perfectly shaped big butt was now completely naked and on view. It was hoisted in the air like a shapely white hill. And her wet pussy was visible from between her legs.

"Because only a slut...."

Alan continued and loudly spanked her right asscheek. Shipra let out a yelp.

"..lets an old geezer like me...."

SMACK! SMACK! One on each asscheek. Two more yelps.

"....play with her cooch..."

SMACK! SMACK!

"...in front of her husband."

Alan's hand formed red prints on Shipra's ass which was now shivering with the onslaught. I could not see her face, but if she was in distress, she certainly didn't say anything apart from her yelps.

"I will now show you how a whore like this is to be fucked." Alan said and stepped out of his pants. His huge dick was now fully erect and throbbing and I got a good look at his thick bush which was completely white. He put one knee on the couch next to Shipra's leg, and his other leg was on the floor.

He took one step forward and with one hand lifted Shipra's left knee which was closer to me. He roughly pushed it ahead and upwards so it was propped on the armrest. Her asscheeks opened up in this position and her cunt and asshole were both visible. Shipra moved her hands on the floor a little to balance herself in this new position. She looked incredibly hot, naked except for her skirt, thrown over the couch rest like a rag doll. Her long shapely legs splayed and open as this puny paunchy old man prepared to enter her.

Alan took a step forward until his dick was touching her labia. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down her labia, her clit and even through her asscheek. Shipra's cunt and ass were now almost pulsating with desire, and the way she moved was a clear invitation if not an appeal for Alan to take her. But Alan was taking his time.

"Look at how dripping wet she is." Alan said pointing to a big wet spot on the couch's armrest.

Finally he sopped moving his dick up and down and placed it at the entrance of her cunt. I was skeptical of her ability to take it in. It was obscenely thick, and Shipra would feel filled even when my dick entered her. So it was no surprise that the first couple of inches took some time going in. Shipra inhaled loudly and moaned as he pushed the behemoth in, her cunt lips wrapping around it.

"Oh sluts like these will pretend they can't handle it. But what they want is a big dick. I don;t care if you're Indian, Chinese or German. All women want a big dick to pump them." Alan looked at me and said, and slid more of his dick inside. Now more than half of it was in Shipra who was grunting every time he pushed it in.

Alan seemed to have decided that was as far as he wanted to push it in. He withdrew it a little and then started fucking her. The whole sight looked so perverse, it almost made me cum. My tall voluptuous wife, thrown over the couch with her hands on the floor, her boobs slapping against her chin with every stroke. And fucking her, a puny fat bald white man. His hairy ass rocked back and forth as he pummeled her. The wrinkly skin on his scrawny legs a stark contrast to her smooth milky legs. His hairy and flabby paunch rubbing against the curvature of her ample buttocks as they fucked made a small but audible scratching noise. It was heard only intermittently however, through the thuds of their thighs together.

Alan then put both his hands on her shapely waist, moved forward and started banging her really hard and fast. He started grunting as he did that, and Shipra joined in with obscene sounding grunts of her own. Her boobs, hanging upside down, where now slapping against his chin really hard. And I noticed her nipples were more erect than I had ever seen them. Alan moved his hands to her hips and held on tight as he started pounding my wife even harder. From her shrieks, she seemed to be enjoying every moment of it.

That was when I finally and fully came to terms with what was happening. My wife was being fucked like I had never been able to fuck her before. Shipra was a gorgeous woman who deserved the best kind of sex, which I hadn't been able to provide her. And my jealousy and paranoia in the past had been nothing but an oblique admission of my inability. her being loyal to me would have been a waste of her god given looks and body. Maybe that's why I had not stopped these proceedings. Somewhere deep within, I knew that she needed this. She deserved this.

After what seemed like an eternity of fucking her like that, Alan pulled his dick out. I thought he had cum, but that was far from the case. He stepped off the couch, his massive dick glistening with her pussy juices. He spanked her ass hard and said,

"Get up you dirty little slut!" Even in my state of shock and arousal I could not help but smile at the irony of this puny old codger calling her 'little'.

Shipra obediently took her palms off the floor and pulled herself into a standing position. Her skirt fell into place covering her pussy, and she stood there breathing hard staring at me. The look one her face was one I had never seen before - that of a wild animal in heat. Her eyes were burning with desire. There was drool all over her face. And her massive boobs were flushed and heaving with her breathing. She was staring in my direction but I don't know if she even registered my presence.

"Bedroom!" Alan said and reached up to grab her hair. He pulled her behind him as he headed towards the suite's bedroom. As I said, she was a good half a foot taller than him so his pulling her by the hair made her bend down a little. Plus she was still wearing her heels. In threw steps, she stumbled and fell on all fours. But Alan was in no mood to wait for her to get on her feet. He continued to drag her to the bedroom. Shipra followed the best she could, being dragged on her hand and feet. And I gazed in marvel at my wife's jiggling butt as she was led away, like the bitch in heat that she was, to the bedroom. -----

I got up and walked to the doorway of the bedroom. Alan, in another surprising display of strength, had flung Shipra on to the bed. Alan then got on the bed and almost ripped off her skirt and threw it to the floor. He then took her heels off and threw them to the floor as well.

Shipra's tall, shapely naked body was curled up on her side on the bed. Her hair looked dishevelled. Her huge tits were heaving, taking her erect nipples with them. She had a glazed look on her face as she stared into nothingness. Alan meanwhile took off his own shirt and shoes and got completely naked. All this while he was talking to me.

"You Indian men were blessed by god with such incredibly hot women. But you keep them subdued, force them to suppress their sexuality. What that does it turns them into sexual volcanoes ready to erupt any time they get some attention. Turns them into sluts waiting to be set free. That's what this little pixie is, isn't she? A slut. A volcanic slut."

Alan got on the bed and spanked her ass really hard for the umpeenth time that night. Then he pushed her so she was on her back and lifted her legs by the knees so they were in the air. Her dripping pussy was on display as he held her long legs up like some logs of wood. Holding her legs like that, he continued with his monologue.

"This slut...or should I say whore...is slutty even by the standards of regular sluts. In my 65 years, I have never bedded a woman so easily. That too in front of her husband. What does that tell you, Pavan? Your wife has so willingly opened her legs for an ugly old fart like me. With you around. Can you imagine what she must be up to when you're not around?"

I looked at Shipra. But she seemed to be ignoring whatever he was saying. I watched in amazement at her hands which were between them, trying to reach for his erect dick which was inches away from her cunt.

"Haha, look at that. She is reaching for my dick. She hasn't had enough. When was the last time you fucked her, Pavan? And I mean REALLY TRULY fucked her like the whore she is? You should fuck her regularly or any guy who is willing to put in a few hours to chat her up and make her feel like a woman, will take her to bed"

I did not respond to Alan's description of my wife, and neither did she. This night had convinced me that Shipra had indeed been screwing around behind my back. Alan was right. My wife was a cock hungry slut, and I should not have expected her to be anything but.

Alan smirked and pushed his hips forward to penetrate her as he placed her calves on his shoulder. Shipra moved her hips to accommodate him enthusiastically. He pushed his dick inside and started playing with her huge tits as they fucked. Another intensely perverted but erotic sight - my tall gorgeous wife laid out on her back, her long shapely legs on the wrinkly shoulder of this bald ugly geezer as he fucked her.

After a few minutes, he leaned forward, making Shipra's body bent in the waist almost to forty five degrees, and kept fucking her. I had by now grown immune to the animalistic grunts and moans both of them were letting out. They were engaged in the most primal form of coitus - fucking for the sake of fucking. Not once, I noted, had Alan kissed Shipra's full beautiful lips. He was obviously interested in a different set of lips that he was now assaulting with his behemoth dick.

--- As Alan's fucking picked up tempo, Shipra responded with louder grunts. The bed was shaking with the intensity of their raw fucking. Shipra moved her legs off Alan's shoulder and wrapped them around his waist. I watched aghast as she locked her legs around and and pulled him deeper into her. I realized that my wife had now taken all of Alan's monster cock inside her. Will I ever be able to satisfy her in bed after this, I wondered.

Alan responded to Shipra's legwork by ramming her cunt even harder. Minutes ticked by and I realized that it had been almost half an hour that this fucking had lasted. Was this man ever going to cum? He kept going and going. Their grunts kept getting deeper as well as louder. With each thrust, Alan seemed to be planting his flag deeper and deeper into what was my territory.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Alan flinched and let out a loud grunt as he increased the pace with which he battered my wife's cunt. Then his buttcheeks clenched, and so did Shipra's. It suddenly hit me - he was riding her bareback! No condom! And Shipra wasn't on the pill. He was shooting his seed into her - and judging by the amount of time he kept pumping, it must have been a lot of semen.

Alan finished pumping his seed into her with a final hoarse grunt, and then collapsed on top of her. I could see his white chest hair mashing into my wife's delicious boobs. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist and hugged him in a tight embrace. The two of them lay there writhing and moaning for a couple of minutes, until they caught their breath. Alan then, fir the first time that night, kissed my wife on her lips. It was a wet sloppy kiss - I could hear them drooling and salivating. The kissing went on for a few minutes.

Then Alan tried to free himself from the grip of Shipra's legs which were still wrapped around him.

"No...please..." Shipra said in a pleading voice as she begged her new lover to stay with her.

"Yeah, in a minute, slut." Alan said and freed himself. Shipra lay there with her legs open as Alan stepped off the bed. I could see a river of cum oozing out of her cunt.

Alan walked towards me, completely naked. His dick was semi-erect, but was still big enough to slap against his thighs as he walked. He walked past me and beckoned me to follow him. I mutely did. He poured two drinks and handed me one. He took his own and downed it in one big gulp. He put the glass down on the table with a thud and walked back towards the bedroom. I noticed how wrinkly and flabby his old man butt was.

Alan stepped inside the suite bedroom and said to me,

"Finish the fucking drink and let yourself out."

With that he slammed the door shut. I sat down on the couch where he had first fucked my wife and started drinking.

-----

As I sipped my drink, I could hear muffled sounds of conversation and laughter through the door. That lasted for about ten minutes. After that conversation stopped. And a few minutes later, I could heard the faint sounds of my wife's moans. I finished my drink, and let myself out of the suite. I returned to our room, jacked off a couple of times and fell asleep.

I was woken by the sound of the door closing shut. I opened my eyes and saw Shipra walk in, fully dressed, with her purse. She put it on the table and laid down next to me silently. I thought of something to say but words failed me. After fifteen minutes of silence, I got up.

"I'm going to get ready and go to the casino floor." I said.

"Okay." Shipra calmly said. "I am going to take a nap."

The next two days I saw little of Shipra. I spent my time in the casinos playing blackjack, and won about 20,000 dollars. She spent the day sleeping and spent nights and evenings with Alan. Our last night in Vegas, I ran into them in the elevator and Alan magnanimously invited me to the suite to watch, "as long as I didn't get in the way". In the room, I watched incredulously as Alan threw my wife over the couch armrest like the first time, but buggered her in the ass this time. From the ease with which her asshole accommodated his giant dong, I surmised it wasn't the first time he had fucked her there.

Neither of referred to what had happened on the flight back to New Jersey, nor when we got back home. We got back to our normal life as if nothing had happened. I came to terms with my being a willing cuckold and stopped pestering her about Jeff. Although I never caught them in action and never asked Shipra to confirm it, I was sure they were having sex now. That is, if they weren't before.

What did change was sex life between us. I found my stamina and desire return and Shipra and I were now back to having sex almost every night. She was insatiable and I often wondered if I was able to fulfill her desires. But I didn't really care. My sex drive was back on track and that's all that mattered.

A month or so later, I came home to a surprising sight. Alan was sitting on our living room couch playing with Chintu. He greeted me like an old friend and complimented me on my beautiful house. Shipra came out of the kitchen, saying Alan would stay for dinner.

Over dinner, with Chintu around, the conversation stayed polite and mundane. But it did lead to an interesting revelation. It turned out that Alan's boasts about being a rich old geezer were bullshit. He was a fucking greeter at a Walmart in Maryland, barely making ends meet! He could only afford to stay in that suite in the Venetian in Vegas because he had won some contest on the radio. His income was probably less than what we spent on gas. All his life, he had held a string of minor clerical jobs, was divorced, and had no kids. I tried to gauge Shipra's reaction to that information, but she didn't seem surprised or bothered.




Old Man and Indian Wife Ch. 02



Preface - This story is the same as Old Man and the Wife but here, the wife narrates. Again, thanks to aurelius1982 who helped me write what was in my head. You can read the husband's narration first. It will put the events here in perspective. This story also fills in some gaps that the other story has. In fact I suggest having both stories open simultaneously to note the different ways in which two people view the same situation.

My name is Shipra and before I get to the events in Las Vegas, I think it'd be useful to talk a little about the relevant portions of my past.

I am the younger of two sisters, born in a family that was very liberal. My parents were both college professors, and they never treated my sister or I like average Indian parents treat girls. We were encouraged to give our best and excel at everything, be it academics or sports.

I was always considered a very cute and pretty child, and was used to attention from everyone. But despite my dainty looks, I was a bit of a tomboy and spent most of my early childhood on the playground with boys. Around age 12 is when the first major changes in my life began. I hit puberty and started growing in every which way. I shot up eight inches in just over a year, and started filling out as well. Initially, I was embarrassed at the unstoppable growth of my boobs. Boys whom I used to play with were starting to notice the change too, leading to some awkwardness. My abnormal height combined with my big boobs led me to unconsciously adopt a hunching posture.

Luckily, my parents were great at communicating with me and explained that I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was told that an ample chest is seen as a sign of beauty, as is being tall, and I should not be ashamed of my body. I stopped hunching, and through my teenage years, came to terms with my looks. I started reading about love and sex, watched sneaked porno films with girlfriends, and was soon fantasizing about naughty things.

It turns out that having encouraging, even demanding parents, can be a bit of a double edged sword in India. Thanks to their pushing, I excelled at studies, sport (played basketball and volleyball for the state), and was well-read and exposed to quality cinema. While my girlfriends read Nancy Drew, I had moved on to Raymond Chandler. When they moved on to trashy Mills&Boons romance novels, I finished Jane Austen. And when they discovered Jane Austen, I was reading the works of Camus, Dostoevsky, Vonnegut, and Borges.

While my parents were proud they were raising such a well-rounded daughter, they didn't realize that it made me something of a snob when it came to my peers. I wasn't a bitch or anything, but I did find it difficult to get interested in guys my age. The good looking jocks were too dumb for me to connect with intellectually. the smart ones were too clumsy, geeky, and awkward around my radiant beauty.

By the time I turned 18, I had briefly dated a few guys, but couldn't really feel too attracted to them. I had a hyperactive imagination when it came to sex and I read about it voraciously. So I had no qualms losing my virginity to a jock one year older to me one weekend when his parents were out of town. We had sex a few more times, but I simply did not get the rush or the excitement I had read so much about. Maybe because he had been a virgin too, and didn't know much of what he was doing. I broke up with him, hooked up with another guy, but again, the mental as well as physical connection was lacking.

I finished 12th grade in the same year my sister finished college. My parents decided to take us on a vacation to Goa. We rented a small beach cabin on South Goa and spent the days lounging on the beach, reading, trying different kinds of seafood, and playing some games.

One night, after my parents had fallen asleep, my sister and I went for a walk on the beach. We didn't want to stray too far that late at night, so we kept doing the rounds of the beach close to our cabin, as we engaged in the usual sisterly talk about boys, clothes, books, and life. My sister was planning on taking the GRE and applying to American grad schools, something my parents were extremely supportive of. She was telling me about her latest break-up, when we noticed a man walking a few feet behind us.

"Hi, sorry if I scared you." the man said in a British accent and approached us.

He was old, maybe in his late 50s. But looked very lean and fit. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and knee-length shorts and had what looked like an expensive SLR camera around his neck. he did not look scary or intimidating at all, so my sister and I stopped to talk to him.

"Hello. My name is Nigel." he said extending his hand towards us. My sister shook it.

"Hi." I said.

"I am sorry, but I couldn't help but notice you as you were walking on the beach." he said, looking at me. "And this may seem abrupt, but have you considered a career in modelling?"

"Excuse me?" my sister jumped in.

"I am a fashion photographer based in London here to scout talent for a modeling assignment. Would you be interested?"

"Shipra?" my sister smiled and looked at me questioningly.

"Ummm.. I don't think I am interested." I said. This wasn't the first time someone had suggested modeling as a career option. When you are a pretty young lady standing at 5 ft 10 in Bombay, you keep getting approached with such offers. But I had no interest in pursuing a career that consisted of starving yourself and strutting around on a ramp.

"Why not? There's good money in it." Nigel said, checking me out from head to toe. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

"We don't need money." my sister barged in. "Thanks but bye."

We walked away giggling. My sister teased me about it for a while and we turned around and continued walking towards the cabin. We were both feeling a little peckish so we decided to stop at a beach shack for some food. I noticed that Nigel was sitting a few tables away drinking beer. He smiled at us when we walked in and we smiled back. The food arrived, we ate and then my sister said she needed to use the bathroom.

As soon as she left, Nigel got up and approached me. I smiled, and he took it as an invitation to sit down, which he did, next to me.

"You really have a gorgeous face." he said leaning close to me.

"Thank you." I said and blushed.

"Amazing tits too."

"Excuse me?!"

I shot him a dirty look but he was unfazed by it. He was very obviously ogling my breasts which were pushing against the t-shirt. At that time, I measured 34D. I expected him to look away, but he didn't. He continued to eye me with a hungry expression on his face. A few seconds later, he said.

"And these legs." and he put his hand on my thigh.

I felt a bolt of electricity surge through my body at his touch. And I felt confused. No other man's touch had ever produced this kind of a reaction from me. I sat there dumbstruck as he gently rubbed my thigh.

"You're a gorgeous little thing that could set the ramp on fire. All these Indian super-models have nothing on you." Nigel said in a husky voice.

That's when we both noticed my sister walking out of the bathroom. He took his hand off my leg and said,

"If you want to discuss this further without big sister snooping around, I am staying at the Palm Resort. Come by tomorrow. Just ask for Nigel at the reception."

I sat there stunned at the pass that had been made at me. My sister sat down and asked what the old Brit wanted. Nothing, I said. He was just saying hi. We got back to the cabin. And I had trouble sleeping. I kept replaying in my mind the moments when he was staring at my breasts and when he had rubbed my thigh. I was taken in by his confidence, something that was lacking in boys my age.

I found myself fantasizing about him. I imaged him fucking me on the beach as the waves washed over us. I imagined him putting his dick in my mouth and making me suck it. The fantasies made me cum hard in bed, and I had to struggle to not make any noise with my sister sleeping on the next bed.

The next morning I stood outside his cabin door in the Palm Resort, unsure about whether I was doing the right thing. I had feigned a headache when my parents woke me up for our planned day-long cruise and convinced them to leave me in the hotel. An hour after my family left for the cruise, I headed over to the Palm Resort.

I finally knocked on the door and Nigel answered it after a couple of minutes. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist, and the sight of his taut hairy chest made my heart skip a beat. he invited me in and rushed to the other room to get dressed. He came out a minute later, wearing only beach shorts. I guess he had seen my taking an admiring look at his chest, so had chosen to remain shirtless.

"So." Nigel said sitting down so close to me that our thighs touched. "You are interested in modelling after all? But your conservative Indian family won't let you try it?"

"Well." I said looking into his deep blue eyes. "My parents are cool with anything I choose. if I decide to get into modelling, they'll support me."

"That's great!"

"But I am not interested in modelling." I said.

"You're not?" he asked, confused.

"No."

"Why are you here then?" he asked.

I just shrugged. He smiled. Then he confidently put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing it. Like the previous night, I felt excitement surge through my body. When he saw no resistance from me, he bent over and kissed me on my lips. I felt his grey stubble prick my soft cheeks and it actually felt nice. I kissed him back enthusiastically. he was a better kisser than my previous boyfriends, and we continued to make out for a few minutes, during which he started mauling my tits.

Nigel then took my hand and put it on his shorts. I could feel the erection under there. I started rubbing it. He took it out of the shorts and I got my first look at a white man's circumcised dick. I played with it with my hands for a while, getting it completely hard. Then Nigel forced my head down into his lap, making me take his dick into my mouth. I noted how confident and assertive he was, compared to my other boyfriends who had been very tentative and clumsy. Nigel was clearly very experienced at this and his assured adeptness was turning me on.

"Use your tongue. Swirl it around my dick." Nigel said. "Good, now wrap your lips tight and move your head gently."

For the next ten minutes, Nigel gave me a detailed lesson on blowjob technique. I must have been a quick learner, because soon after that, I felt his dick shiver in my mouth and he started cumming. This was a new feeling for me. I had sucked the other guys' dicks before, but they had never cum in my mouth. I tasted the unfamiliar bitter semen as it filled up my mouth.

"Swallow it!" Nigel said in a commanding voice, and I did.

A few moments later, I was naked from the waist down, my legs spread with Nigel's head between them. He was doing simply the most wonderful things to my clit with his tongue. This was the first time someone had gone down on me and I was loving it. I had my first orgasm in just a few minutes of his tongueplay, and the second was approaching when....

CLICK

The door opened, and in walked an old lady, about Nigel's age. Her mouth fell open as she surveyed the sight in front of her - me, naked from the waist down with my long legs spread out, and a naked Nigel with his tongue lapping at my clit.

"For fuck's sake, Nigel!" the lady yelled. "Who's this? Some Goan whore?"

"Edith, I can explain." Nigel jumped up and pulled his shorts on.

I reached for my shorts and panties and was about to put them on when 'Edith' rushed towards me and grabbed me by the ear.

"Your dirty tramp!" she screeched as she pulled me off the couch, still naked from the waist down, with my clothes in my hand. "Get out of here,"

She dragged me to the cabin door and pushed me out. I stumbled and fell on the porch.

"If i see you around here again, i'll cut those tits off!" she yelled and slammed the door shut.

I got to my feet and noticed that a waiter was standing a few feet away, staring at my naked ass. I hurriedly put my shorts back on, and ran back to our cabin.

-----

That was the episode that first piqued my interest in older - much much older men. I started wondering if all older men had the kind of confidence and expertise that Nigel had displayed during our short fling. But I didn't really have too many opportunities to explore this new hobby of mine. Even a short dalliance with an unknown foreigner in Goa had ended disastrously. What hope did normal life back in Bombay offer?

I got into the best engineering college in Bombay, and as one of the few good looking girls in class, got hit on a lot. But again, the guys just seemed too immature. I had my eyes on a couple of dishy looking older professors. Even flirted with a couple of them during office hours. But they were either very straight-laced or too intimidated by my appearance. No one ever made a move.

Through 4 years of college and then 2 years of MBA, I dated a handful of guys. The sex did get better. Twenty-somethings are bound to be more skilled at sex than teenagers. But still, I kept fantasizing about older men. A lot of the older men I met - from professors to shopkeepers to neighbors, featured in my fantasies as I slept with guys my own age. But an opportunity to act on it never arose. They were all married, and I was mindful of how the Nigel episode had turned out.

---

After my MBA I got a job in a prestigious bank. The guy I was sleeping with at that time was getting annoyingly serious about or relationship. He was good in the sack, but I found him too shallow to really make a life with. So I ended it and prepared for a career in banking.

When I walked into the conference room for inductee training, most of my fellow newbies were already there. I scanned the room and noticed a handsome older man, maybe 40 or so, staring at me. His gaze was obviously on my bosom, which had now grown to 34DD and even formalwear couldn't hide. I looked into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back sheepishly and then looked away. He spoke to us later about his division. His name was Pavan, and I heard later that he was one of the hot-shot fast track executives in the bank. Youngest Vice President in the bank's short history. And, I later learned, single!

Pavan was everything I would want in a guy - he was older, with some gray hair beginning to appear at the edge of his temples. He was tall and handsome, very fit for his age. And he had a charming personality. After training, when we were offered a choice, I opted for Pavan's division. I was really looking forward to getting to know him. And I saw it as a great opportunity to live out my fucked-by-the-boss fantasies.

I had heard of Pavan's reputation as a bit of a playboy, so was expecting him to hit on me soon enough. But he kept it strictly professional. Even more annoying was the fact that almost every other single guy in the division seemed to be hitting on me, and I had to spend a lot of time fending off their advances politely. After a few days, I decided to send stronger signals.

During our conversations, I would drop a compliment about how yummy he looked. If he returned the compliment, I would blush a little too much. I asked him about things outside of work. I was glad to know that his taste in books and movies was refined, and there was a lot for us to talk about. I even gave him a lot of the textbook signals - adjusting my hair, making eye-contact, touching him gently on the arm, and so on. When there was no response from his end, I wondered if he simply was not that into me.

And then finally, he asked me out. Things moved rapidly after that. Pavan certainly was quite the charmer. And he was quite good in bed. His dick was decent sized, in fact slightly bigger than most other guys I had been with. But more importantly, he knew how to use it. Sex with him was heavenly. And I started feeling truly satisfied in bed, for the first time in my life. Even other than sex, things were going great. When he proposed, I had no hesitation in saying yes. And we got married.

A few months later I was pregnant. I was really excited about having a baby. I had opted for higher studies mainly to keep my parents happy. But somewhere down the line, I had realized that what really interested me was not boardroom battles or promotions, but being a mother. I had spoken to Pavan about this very often, and he had no problems when i decided to quit my job and stay at home to raise our son Chintu full time.

Chintu's birth and my decision to quit my job were watershed moments in more ways than one. Having spent most of my waking hours studying or working until then, I found the luxury of the free time liberating as well as disconcerting. Until Chintu turned one, I had little free time of course. Taking care of him was a full time job. But as time went by, I found myself wondering about what to do with my free time. Pavan had started working longer hours, so I turned to my friends from engineering college and MBA days.

Most of my friends were male. For some reason, other than my sister, I found it difficult to get along with other women. And guys were very comfortable making friends with me too. The reason, one of my friends theorized, was that since I was so pretty, tall and intelligent, most guys assumed I was out of their league. Once the possibility of romance or sex was out of the way, guys found it easier to treat me like "one of the guys". Besides, my interests in sports, action movies, and cars gelled well with the guys. So I had always been "one of the guys" for them. And since I was more interested in older men than my contemporaries, I also found it easier to view them platonically.

Initially, Pavan was okay with most of my close friends being guys. But as time went by, it started to rankle him. he started making sarcastic comments about some of my closest friendships with guys. Occasionally there was a hint of an accusation. he first few times this happened, i just ignored it, putting it down to stress from work. But then as Pavan's complaints about my friends grew, I started wondering what the exact problem was.

I wondered if it had something to do with our sex life. Pavan was 40 when we got married, so with each passing year, his age was catching up with him. he still worked out and kept fit, but I noticed that the frequency with which we had sex started diminishing. I wondered if it had to do with me. I wasn't as svelte and slim as I was before marriage. But I still had maintained a flat stomach, and the extra weight I had put on after getting pregnant was spread out. I went from a 26 waist to a 28 waist, and a round but perky 34 butt to a round and voluptuous 38 butt. I was sure I still looked good enough. So I was reasonably confident that my looks had nothing to do with our sex frequency dropping down to once or twice a week.

The frequency of the arguments over my male friends however, kept growing. And it truly baffled me, because if I had been attracted to any of them, I would've slept with them long before Pavan even came into my life. Most of my friends were married, and I was friendly with their wives as well. If the wives didn't feel threatened by my friendship with their husbands, why did my husband?

--

A few years passed by and I had come to accept Pavan's grumbles about my friends as a part of life. My conscience was clean. I had never even come close to cheating on him, so as far as I was concerned, it was just paranoia brought on by the insecurity of his declining sexual prowess. Occasionally, I considered suggesting that he see a doctor about erectile dysfunction. But I knew how touchy Pavan was about that. Whenever he was unable to get it up, he would get very defensive and surly, sometimes blaming me for "coming on too strong". So the sex in our marriage wasn't great, but with a precocious little boy to attend to, it stopped being a concern. I had more or less settled into the life of a regular housewife.




Old Man and Indian Wife Ch. 02



One day Pavan came home and announced he had just interviewed for a position with a global bank on Wall Street, and if he go the job, we'd be moving to New York. I was peeved, at the fact that he had not consulted me before the interview. I could understand his desire to pursue this opportunity, but we were a family, and I insisted that such decisions should be taken together. He didn't take my concerns very well. He refused to even have a conversation about it. I tried explaining that I didn't mind the move, but considering that Chintu and I both had friends and connections in Bombay, he should have at least talked to me about it. Pavan just muttered something about how I cared about being close to my "friends" than his career and ended the topic there.

A couple of days later, we learned that Pavan had gotten the job. I saw no point in holding him back, so I agreed to the move. And off we flew to New York, leaving our friends and family behind. The move was exactly as I had expected. It was fun living in the New York area....New Jersey to be precise... but the fun was offset by loneliness. I tried mingling with a few of the Indian wives in the neighborhood, but they were a little too homely and conservative for my tastes.

I was relieved about one thing though. Although I had no friends around, at least Pavan's insecure rants about my male friends stopped. We settled into a fairly cosy existence in the new Jersey suburbs. Chintu's sulking about being taken away from his friends in Bombay didn't last very long either. He soon made friends in school and in the neighborhood, especially a boy his age who lived next door. The boy's father, Jeff, was a nice guy and I soon became friendly with him.

Jeff was divorced and had custody of his son. To get he flexibility of raising a son as a single dad, Jeff had quit his job and ran a catering business from his house. Jeff reminded me a lot of my guy friends back in India - friendly, energetic, talkative, helpful, and a great conversationalist. He was also extremely social, and would drop by all the time asking me to taste some dish or the other that he had concocted. He would also ask me for tips on Indian cooking. Besides, we shared a lot of the same likes in books and music. So it was common for Jeff and his son to come over, or me and Chintu to go over to his place. The boys would play and Jeff and I would talk or experiment with cooking.

Sure enough, Pavan's jealous side returned with a vengeance. He started getting antsy about Jeff and me hanging out so much. I tried to explain to Pavan that a) jeff had never even remotely tried to make a pass at me, and b) even if he had, i was simply NOT attracted to him. But such reasonable arguments never found favor with Pavan, who started sulking more and more. Pavan's performance in bed had declined even further.

So I decided to spice things up a little. Ever since Chintu was born, my wardrobe had turned into that of a homely housewife. Living in Bombay in a fairly conservative neighborhood further played its part. But now I was in the US! So I decided to give myself a makeover. I got my hair styled, and bought a lot of new skimpy and revealing clothes - shorts, hot pants, skirts, tank tops and revealing blouses. I started dressing in these revealing clothes in an attempt to revive Pavan's interest in sex.

It did work. To an extent. Pavan noticed the change in my wardrobe and made some favorable comments, It did lead to a brief spike in our bedroom action. But Pavan still seemed bothered by Jeff. Once he said jokingly that he wondered if I had started wearing revealing clothes to entice Jeff. I was taken aback, but Pavan laughed it off saying it was a joke. I could however detect a grain of insecurity in what he said. And it pissed me off. Here I had gone to such great lengths to rekindle my husband's interest in me. And he suspected it was all for Jeff?

Once when I was waiting in the supermarket line, my eyes fell on a women's magazine near the counter. It had a blurb that said - "What Might Be behind Your Husband's Jealousy?". My interest was piqued and I bought the magazine. The article said that if your husband is being excessively jealous and insecure, it might be the result of him hiding his true desires to see you with another man. Many men have latent cuckolding desires, the article said, that they cannot come to terms with. Sot hey spend a lot of their time fantasizing about their wives sleeping with other men, and it comes out as jealousy. I was taken aback at what the article suggested. Is that what Pavan really fantasized about?

I remembered that in our early days of dating, Pavan had quizzed me in great detail about my past lovers. And I had told him about them all, except for the Nigel episode which I had thought too embarrassing to share. Whenever I told Pavan details about my time in bed with other men, he got very aroused and we would have sex right away. But his inquiries about my past had stopped long back. Was he really a closeted cuckold, I wondered. Nah, couldn't be, I decided and threw the magazine away.

The reason for Pavan's jealousy, I told myself, was his insecurity about his non-performance in bed. Over the next few weeks, I tried my best to kick things up in bed. I would initiate sex with a heavy make-out session, suck his dick, and talk dirty. But it worked only occasionally. Most of the times, Pavan's dick refused to respond and he'd sulk away to sleep. I also began noticing that the day after a non-performance episode he would bring up the Jeff topic and we'd start arguing over it. I decided to finally bite the bullet and suggest that he see a doctor.

Things really came to a boil one incredibly hot day. Jeff came over with his son and a big ice box. He said he had some premium German beer leftover from a catering job, so how about we sit in the yard, let the kids play and cool ourselves down with some beer? Chintu was already jumping around with his friend, so I decided why not. I changed into a short skirt and a tank top and joined Jeff on a lawn chair. A while later, Jeff asked if he could take off his t-shirt. I said sure. And he sat there in just his cut-offs, sweat glistening on his chest. A few women who passed by gave Jeff approving looks, something I teased him about, and he blushed. Jeff did have a well chiseled torso and it always drew a lot of admiring glances. Personally, I didn't feel turned on by it. I liked my men older, and hairier.

So we sat there, drinking beer and talking about all sorts of things as our kids played in the lawn. An hour or so later, Pavan came home. he walked on to the lawn just as Jeff and I were laughing about something. And it became obvious to me at once that the green eyed monster was sitting on Pavan's head. With an angry look on his face, he yelled at Chintu to get inside. Jeff looked taken aback at Pavan's behavior. I had never shared Pavan's jealous accusations with Jeff so this was the first that Jeff had any hint of my husband's dislike of him. He immediately got up, picked up his cooler, said polite goodbyes to me and Pavan and went home with his son.

I was feeling a wee bit tipsy from all the beer, so I wasn't my usual quiet and understanding self. I walked in, really confused and upset at Pavan's rudeness. I fought back an urge to confront Pavan, knowing that Chintu was still around. That whole evening, you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. I was upset at Pavan's boorish behavior. And he clearly was upset about Jeff hanging out with me. But I felt more wronged. Arguing with me in the privacy of our home was one thing. Being so rude to an innocent guy who had done nothing wrong, that too in front of kids, was unacceptable.

After Chintu fell asleep, we went to the bedroom and it started. Pavan fired the first salvo, asking if I enjoyed drooling over Jeff's shirtless body. I responded by saying I felt absolutely no attraction towards Jeff and Pavan was just being paranoid. Pavan responded by saying that I may not be attracted to Jeff, but he obviously was, and I was leading him on. I refuted this premise as well, saying Jeff had been a perfect gentleman and Pavan's fears were baseless. We argued, our voices rising by the second, until I decided to cut to the chase and finally bring up the dreaded topic,

"Pavan, don't take this the wrong way, but don't you see your insecurity is stemming from your.....troubles in bed? I keep telling you to see the doctor. There are drugs..."

"So you're saying I should take Viagra or you'll fuck him? Is that it?" Pavan shot back.

"What?" I said, confused at how he could have twisted my words to mean that.

"Or have you fucked him already?" Pavan said, with a disgustingly contemptuous look on his face.

I had never been as angry and disgusted at my husband as I was at that moment. Rage boiled up in my head, and before I realized what I was doing, I slapped him. It was an instinctive reaction and as soon as I did it, I felt sorry. Pavan now looked really enraged. He grabbed me by my shoulders really hard, and I feared that he would slap me back. He just glared at me for a few seconds and then pushed me away

I felt tears well in my eyes out of fear. It took me a few moments to compose myself. I ran out of the bedroom only to see Pavan slam the door behind him. I went back to the bedroom and started crying. What had I done to deserve such disrespect? I had always been faithful to Pavan. Never entertained even the slightest desire to cheat on him. Given my looks, I had been hit on by all sorts of men, in India as well as in America. But I had always deftly and politely spurned their advances, regardless of if I felt attracted to them. My choice in male friends had also been impeccable. Not a single one of my friends had ever tried to get fresh with me. But Pavan's jealously grew regardless. He seemed to have condemned me without a trial. I felt like Desdemona, except that my Othello was convicting me without an Iago to instigate him. I cried myself to sleep that night.

Things calmed down a little over the next couple of days. I was relieved when Pavan made the first move and apologized about overreacting. He said he had stepped over the line, and should not have blown his top. He did say though that I should be more understanding of his concerns about someone like Jeff. I was an attractive woman and I should be more judicious in how I act with other men. I thought of saying, I had not acted inappropriately at all, and all his fears about Jeff were unfounded. Instead, I decided to make a gesture of peace. I said that if Jeff bothered him so much, I would not spend that much time with him. He seemed satisfied. We hugged, kissed and made love for the first time in two weeks.

Things returned to normal and I was delighted when Pavan announced his surprise for me. he had booked us tickets to visit Las Vegas on the coming long weekend. Just the two of us. And he had already spoken to my sister in Philadelphia about taking care of Chintu while we were gone. I was glad to see Pavan's cheerful side resurface. This is how he used to be - planning surprises and making plans for us to get away.

I was excited about visiting Las Vegas. I wasn't really too interested in gambling, but I had heard that Vegas was the new hot spot for fine dining and great shows. Its line-up of shows rivaled Broadway, and I hoped we would be able to attend a couple of them. I picked out my sexiest short dresses and tops, looking forward to seducing Pavan. I also went to the store and bought a new yellow bikini, hoping we would get to hang out by the pool. I even shaved all the hair down there so I could wear the bikini. I was all packed and ready for a vacation to rekindle the romance in our relationship. I was excited at this opportunity to make a fresh start. Little did I know it would turn out to be a fresh start of a completely different kind.

Trouble started as soon as we landed in Vegas and I turned my phone on. The previous day, I had told Jeff that we were going to Las Vegas.for the long weekend. I also apologized to him for Pavan's behavior and explained that my husband had been getting a bit jealous of our friendship. Jeff was aghast that Pavan viewed him as someone making a play for his wife. Jeff assured me that he had no such intentions, and I said I know. Jeff said he was sorry if he had created trouble between me and Pavan, and I in turn apologized to him again. Jeff then changed the topic to Vegas and recommended a few restaurants he really liked. He said there was this one tiny little known gem of a Mexican restaurant that he had loved. He'd try to remember it and let me know.

As soon as I turned the phone on, it beeped three times. Pavan, who had been in a good mood till then, shot me a dirty look. And then asked me sarcastically if the messages were from Jeff. I read the messages. The first one was from my sister saying Chintu was doing fine. The second was from Jeff, with the name and address of the restaurant we had spoken about. And then another message from Jeff saying - "Have a great time in Vegas. Wishing you and Pavan a safe flight." I replied to the messages with a single word "thanks" and answered Pavan's question.

He made some sarcastic comment about whether Jeff wanted recipe.

"No, Pavan. He just texted the address of a restaurant he recommends. And wished us both safe travel and a great vacation." I replied, hoping this would end the topic.

"You know what'll make my vacation great?" Pavan added acerbically as he got up from his seat, "No texts from Jeff."

"Pavan please. Don't start." I pleaded as I followed him. I had really hoped that the Jeff fight was behind us. And here Pavan seemed hellbent on raking it up again, almost aching for a fight.

As we gathered our luggage and took a taxi to the Venetian, I fought back the urge to say a lot of things. I wanted to ask Pavan to just put a moratorium on the Jeff fights. Just try to have a good time here. But Pavan already had that surly expression on his face which said that I was the one at fault. Well, I was done bending over backwards for him. I stayed silent waiting for him to break the ice. Pavan was lost in thoughts as the taxi drove through town. I started admiring the grand sights of all the big casinos and hotels, and started feeling more chipper.

--- When we reached the Venetian, its impressive appearance was enough to shake even Pavan out of his sulky silence. He said the hotel looked gorgeous. I agreed, and started pointing out various artifacts in the lobby. Pavan nodded in appreciation as he filled out the information at the registration desk. I admired the glitz and glamor of the casino. Pavan seemed more enamored by the gambling area. We walked to the elevator and went to our room.

"Let's get ready and hit the casino floor. I want to try my hand at some blackjack." Pavan said, unpacking his suitcase.

"Sure. I am just going to have a quick shower." I said and went to the bathroom.

I didn't really need a shower. It was just a ruse to seduce Pavan. I knew that he loved it when I was naked under a bathrobe, with wet hair. Walking out like that would be sure to get a rise out of Pavan. And a quick noon fuck would be a great way to start our second honeymoon, as I was now thinking of it.

When I walked out of the bathroom after stepping in the shower for a couple of minutes, I saw that Pavan had changed and was sitting on the bed watching TV. He looked at me and smiled, and then asked me get ready soon so we could go to the casino. Sure, I thought to myself. I'd get ready. But first, some action!

I walked towards Pavan seductively swaying my hips and sat down next to him. He was still watching TV. I put my head on his shoulder and started rubbing the stubble on his cheek. Not even a statue could have resisted me at that moment, and Pavan was after all my husband. he turned his head away from the TV and kissed me passionately, our tongues playing with each other. I moaned in pleasure as he slid one hand into my robe and started fondling my boobs. I started feeling incredibly turned on and wanted to have husband inside me right then and there. I laid down on the bed and pulled Pavan over me.

He was getting worked up as well. He opened my robe and started kissing my boobs while his fingers played with my clit. Whatever problems Pavan had with his dick, his fingers and tongue were still magical. he could play with my clit better than any man I had been with before, and soon I was moaning and shaking. I was ready to get fucked. I started unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and with the other hand, reached for his crotch. I noted with dismay that there was nothing happening down there. No problem, I thought. A naked blowjob would have him up in no time.

I was about to shift lower to take his dick into my mouth, when Pavan got up and jumped off the bed. I looked at him with a confused expression and was about to ask him to take his clothes off when he brusquely said,

"We should...... go check out the casino."

He buttoned his shirt and almost sprinted to the bathroom, leaving me there, wet and wanting. I was disappointed that the trip hadn't started off with the sexual bang I had wanted. I was convinced that if only Pavan swallowed his pride, went to the doctor and got a prescription, all would be well. But I knew he was touchy about the subject. Oh well, I thought, maybe tonight. I opened my suitcase and picked out a wrap-around skirt that I thought accentuated my butt beautifully. And a top with sequins.

Pavan came out of the bathroom and I could see the sad look on his face. I felt bad for him so before he started apologizing or justifying his dysfunction, I piped up,

"So you'll have to explain to me exactly how blackjack works."

"Oh it's easy.." Pavan started and enthusiastically explained to me everything about blackjack. actually I knew exactly how it worked, having seen a Kevin Spacey movie about blackjack on TV recently. But I figured talking about it would get Pavan's mind off his non-performance.

Pavan was much more enthusiastic about gambling than I was, so he had more fun than me on the casino floor. I was happy just to see him in a good mood for that long, which was rare nowadays. We played blackjack, he won some money and I lost some. Then we walked around the casino, watching poker games and spent some time at the slot machines. We made some money, and Pavan was in a great mood, and so was I. We had dinner at a nice Italian place, called up my sister to talk to Chintu and then just roamed around on the strip.

My ego got a boost with all the admiring glances I received on the strip and I was glad to see the hunger return to Pavan's eyes as well. By the time we returned to the hotel, I was feeling optimistic about another seduction attempt. In fact it seemed like Pavan would make the first move. He had "that" look in his eyes. Sure enough, when we entered the elevator to go up to our room, Pavan pulled me into a hug. He grabbed my ass and started kissing me hard. I felt aroused instantly. This was the strong sexy confident man I had married. I loved it when he made an appearance.

As he started mauling my ass, I kissed Pavan back fervently, with a lot of tongue. Soon I felt his erection push against my thigh and I wondered how it would look if the elevator stopped and someone walked in on us making out so heavily. The thought turned me on, and I said,

"Ooooh Pavan! In the elevator? Naughty!"

"I can't help it. You're just so...." he grabbed my butt hard once more but right then,

*beepbeep*

I froze, fearing the worst, but decided to continue kissing him, hoping he would ignore it. No such luck.

"Check who it's from." he said in that annoying icy tone.

"It can wait." I said and tried to kiss him again. That's when the elevator doors opened.




Old Man and Indian Wife Ch. 02



"I said, check who it is from." Pavan said sounding really upset.

I gave up and took my cellphone out of the purse. I checked the text. It said -

'shipra, UPS came wit urgnt pckg fr Pavan. I signd n took it. Hv fun. -J'

"Is it Jeff?" Pavan asked in an angry voice.

"Yes, but Pavan, he's just..." I started explaining the harmless, even helpful contents of the text message. But before I could complete my sentence, Pavan stormed off.

He strode to the room angrily, turned the TV on and sat on the bed looking ready to explode like that last time.

"He's doing it just to ruin our vacation." Pavan yelled.

"No Pavan." I said trying to explain. But Pavan would have none of it.

"Shipra, I want you to text back in caps - NEVER TEXT OR CALL ME AGAIN"

"Come on Pavan. Don't be silly." I said, surprised at how much he was overreacting.

"Shipra, DO IT!!!" he yelled, the angriest I had ever seen him. Rage was billowing from his eyes and I saw that look I had seen when he had pushed me to the bed last week.

I was shell-shocked at this turn of events. Just a minute ago, we were passionately making out in the elevator, on our way to a definite romp in bed. And Pavan was ruining the mood by throwing a tantrum that was utterly uncalled for. Even worse, he wasn't even giving me a chance to explain that Jeff had only texted to tell us that he had taken a package from the courier service for us. I tried to form a short sentence I could slip in to calm him down when he screamed,

"ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT OR NOT?"

"Pavan, please. It's so unnecessary. And rude." I said.

"Fine. I am going to sleep." Pavan said and started changing.

I was just flabbergasted. And I felt so hurt that I started crying. Pavan ignored me and changed into shorts. he took a couple of strong Tylenol pills and laid down on the bed, turned away from me. I was distraught at not even being able to explain my side to him. And by then, he was so angry that I wondered if it would have any effect. I lay down next to him, sobbing. I felt extremely wronged, even more than I ever had. I waited for him to calm down so I could explain everything. Instead, he started snoring in a while.

At that point, my sadness started turning to anger. And my anger is not like Pavan's explosive and raging anger. My anger is a quiet seething anger. I had been very patient and understanding with Pavan until then. Taken the first steps towards rapprochement. And what had it earned me? Yells and insults? I stopped crying, and seethed at Pavan's childish behavior.

Fine, I decided. I was done trying to make up. It takes two to tango after all. I was the innocent party here. He was the paranoid one. From now on, he should take the initiative to work things out. I am only going to focus on having a good time, I decided. I also took a couple of the pills and fell asleep soon.

In the morning, both of us were quiet. I decided to wait for Pavan to make the first move. he seemed intent on waiting for me. But at least things were cordial. We had breakfast and then pavan suggested taking a Gondola ride in the Venetian's little pond. It was a small but cute reproduction of the actual gondola rides in V enice and I had fun. We then went back to the strip and hit the other casinos. Pavan focused on gambling, I focused on taking in the amazing atmosphere.

We spoke to each other occasionally. But those were polite conversations from a cease-fire. No passion, no love. Just hanging out like we were two acquaintances who had run into each other in Vegas.

Soon it was time for lunch. I had been admiring the Venetian's poolside restaurant earlier. I suggested we go there. Pavan agreed. Then I remembered the yellow bikini I had bought, and even shaved my pussy for. I thought of a devious plan to break Pavan. I could wear the bikini and frolic around the pool in it. That would weaken his resolve for sure. At the very least, it would tease him. I asked him if we could go upstairs so I could change into my swimsuit. He smiled and nodded.

When I put the bikini on in the bathroom, I had to stop and marvel at how great I looked in it. The yellow color went great with my Indian-white complexion. The top snugly fit my boobs while giving the appearance that they would spill out any moment. The bottoms were perfectly cut and my thighs looked appealing. And I turned around to check my bubble butt, which looked extremely inviting.

As soon as I walked out, the look in Pavan's eyes said it all. I could see a look of pure lust as he checked me out. I did my best to appear nonchalant and I walked around the room, occasionally bending over on the pretext of picking up some scrap. I could see that my teasing was having an effect. For a few moments, I was convinced that Pavan would jump me and ravish me right there. What better way to get over a fight than with passionate fucking. I was almost ready for it. But Pavan seemed to decide against it. Stubborn man, I thought. Letting go of this opportunity for the sake of a fight that had been over nothing.

Pavan changed into his swimming trunks in front of me. I could see that his dick was semi-erect. The bikini had done its job. Pavan was simply too stubborn to let his dick to the thinking on the one occasion that he should have.

After he changed, I tied a matching yellow sarong around my waist and we went down to the restaurant. We got a table right next to the pool, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed several people checking me out. And why wouldn't they? Most of the women at the pool were either young thin, almost anorexic ones, or fat ones. I was the only one who fit the description "voluptuous" and filled out a bikini the way it was meant to be. Pavan also kept casting admiring glances at me throughout the meal.

I decided to try and tease him again. I go up and told him I was getting into the pool. If just the bikini had turned him on so much, I couldn't wait to see how he would react to it being wet. I got into the pool not with the intention of swimming, but teasing my husband. I swam short laps in different strokes close to where Pavan was eating. I did the backstroke, shaking my shoulders more than necessary, making the boobs jiggle in the bikini top, and give the impression that they would spill out any moment. The cold water also made my nipples hard.

Pavan's eyes had been locked on me for a while, but then I noticed he looked away. I followed his gaze to the other end of the pool and wondered if he was checking out some other woman. But I didn't see any women there. Just a couple of boys and an old man.

I decided that I had cast the bait for Pavan. Now it was his turn to bite. So I waded away to the far end of the pool. Now if he wanted to see me splash around in my bikini, he'd have to come over. I stood at the shallow end of the pool waiting for Pavan to jump in the water and swim over.

Instead, I saw a bald headed old man swimming towards me laboriously. He was headed straight for me, so I politely moved to the side to let him through. Instead of passing by he came to a stop and stood in the water next to me with a lecherous grin on his face.

"Has anyone told you that you're the hottest woman in Vegas today?" he said sounding cocksure and flirtatious. Not in the tone of some grandpa having a conversation, but someone actually trying to flirt. I felt like laughing at his corny line. But instead smiled and said,

"No. I don't think my husband would appreciate that." A line that usually worked with people hitting on me. It communicated that I was married, hence taken, and it sent the wolves packing. This guy was persistent thought.

"Your husband won't appreciate his wife being the hottest woman in Vegas? What an asshole." he said and cackled.

I was amused at his confidence. Especially such an ugly pudgy little man being so confident. I was not really used to that. Usually non-studs were intimidated by me looks.

"You look like a spicy little thing. Where are you from?" he asked, blatantly staring at me.

"New Jersey." I replied hoping to throw him off.

"And before that?" he calmly continued, not reacting to my wise-ass answer.

"Bombay, India." I replied.

"Ah, I should've figured." he said and slapped his forehead. "The hottest bitches I've fucked have been from Bombay."

I was about to burst out laughing. Was this his idea of flirting? Talking about "bitches" he "fucked"? But i was amused at his bravado.

"Is that so?" I said sarcastically.

"Yeah. I am quite the catch. Ask your curry dothead sisters."

As if profanity and lewd staring wasn't enough. this old fogey had thrown a racist slur into the mix. I began wondering if I was on candid camera or something.

"I'm Alan." he said.

"Shipra." I responded.

"Shipra. What an erotic name. That's what I love about Indian women's names. Just saying them a few times is enough to give a guy a boner."

I blushed a little and giggled.

"So where's your husband?" he asked.

I gestured towards our table where Pavan was talking to the waiter.

"Damn, that's too close. If he weren't here, I'd have hit on you, you little minx."

I was even more taken aback. "little minx"? I was at least 4 inches taller than this flabby geriatric. But I was amazed at his unrelenting confidence. Despite my rebuffing his advances at every stage, he kept striking back. He reminded me a bit of the black knight from the Monty Python sketch (look it up). He sensed my amazement and struck another shot.

"That husband of your seems okay. But you deserve someone really special."

"Like who?"

"Like me of course!" he said, sounding genuinely serious. Either this old timer really believed he was god's gift to women, or he had been hypnotized by someone at one of the Vegas shows. I could not help but giggle at his response. He laughed as well.

"You know that's one heckuva deep cleavage you've got. Mind showing me your ass?" he winked.

"Yes, I do mind." I responded. he was funny but there were limit to banter.

"Not a problem. I got a good look anyway. Nice full ass. Not skinny and tiny like girls today. You're a mom aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Nothing makes a woman hotter and more fuckable than motherhood." he said. "I better control myself or your husband will have to arrange for alimony."

I giggled at this latest wisecrack and tried to puncture his bubble.

"You seem really confident, considering...."

"Considering?"

"Well, considering..." I gestured towards him indicating that he wasn't quite the catch he was acting like.

"I am usually shy. Tongue tied." he said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but a hot bod with a smoldering face like you got.....it could make any man take his chances." he said. I giggled again.

"Shipra!" I heard Pavan's voice. He had come around to the other edge. I looked at him. I heard him say something about dessert but wasn't sure what it was.

I nodded at him and said,

"Nice meeting you Alan. Goodbye." and without waiting for him to respond, swam towards Pavan.

"What did you say?" I put my elbows on the edge of the pool and asked him.

"The dessert. I ordered you..." Pavan started saying but was interrupted.

"And who might you be? Her father?" I heard Alan's voice. He had followed me and was now standing inches away from me, his wrinkly fingers grabbing on to the edge of the pool.

"Hehe..I told you he's my husband!" I laughed. "Pavan, meet Alan."

"Pleased to meet you." Alan extended his hand towards Pavan who bent down to shake it. he grabbed the hand and said,

"So you're the lucky son of a bitch who gets to take this gorgeous little pixie home every night huh?"

I almost burst out laughing at being called a little pixie. I also noticed that Pavan was struggling to free his hand from Alan's grip but wasn't succeeding. Pavan is very strong, so I was a bit surprised by that.

"Why did a spicy bombshell like you settle for an old fart like him, huh?" Alan said and started laughing, still grabbing on to Pavan's hand.

I was amused at this comment. Inwardly, I was laughing at Alan, not Pavan's discomfort. Alan was easily twice my age if not more. For him to call Pavan an old fart seemed ridiculous. Pavan however looked at me with a furious expression. he seemed to think I was amused at Alan's joke. I was actually glad to see Pavan in an uncomfortable position for a change. So just to piss him off even more, I giggled and said,

"Hehe...I don't remember actually."

Alan laughed really hard and released Pavan's hand. I then felt him put his arm around me and gently touched my shoulder. I was about to shake it off when I noticed the furious look in Pavan's face. And it amused me. There you go, I thought to myself. He's always imagining people hitting on me. Here's an actual man feeling me up. Let's see how Mr. Angry responds. Pavan seemed on the verge of erupting. But he stayed silent. A few seconds ticked back and I could hear Alan giggling softly as he kept his hand on my shoulder.

"Shipra! The dessert!" Pavan said in an annoyed voice.

Alright, the joke's gone far enough, I decided. No point in giving Pavan a coronary. He was no spring chicken either after all. I pulled myself up and out of the swimming pool, realizing that this must have given the close-up look at my ass he wanted. I walked with Alan to our table and sat down. I was shocked when Alan sat down on a chair at our table.

"Yeah, their souffle is the best." he said, moving his chair close to mine. "I have eaten at the most expensive restaurants in this country. And the souffle here is the best."

"Is that so?" Pavan asked with undisguised contempt. But Alan clearly wasn't the kind who was thrown off by contempt.

"Oh yeah, I'm loaded. Got a dozen real estate companies all over the country."

"Really?" I asked with disbelief doing my best to suppress a laugh. This guy was loaded? Then I was the Queen of England. He was so obviously bullshitting just to talk himself up. I looked at Pavan who looked very annoyed at me for some reason.

"Yup! Ole Alan's got a lot of cash in case you ever wanna leave this old fart." Alan said and winked at me. I started laughing at his clueless machismo.

Pavan however looked even more pissed off. This was the second time he'd been called an old fart by a man old enough to be his father. I found it hilarious, and expected Pavan to reply with a stinging retort. Pavan was usually quick with words. But Alan seemed to have gotten under his skin. And that amused me. I laughed and Pavan shot me another dirty look.

"Yeah, ole Alan knows all about livin' it up in Vegas. In fact, why don't I take you to dinner to a real fancy place tonight? And then some fine cocktails?" Alan said looking into my eyes and then said, "Ponaav, you can come too."

I saw that Pavan was ticked off at what seemed like a blatantly deliberate mispronunciation of his name. Normally, Pavan would've responded in kind, saying something quick-witted like - No thank you Elton. You don't seem like the kind who belongs in a fancy place. Instead Pavan responded in a huff,

"Sorry, but we're busy tonight. We have a lot of plans. Right, Shipra?"

I looked at Alan with curiosity to see how he would respond. I was enjoying this childish verbal joust between the two men and was curious to see Alan's next move. In my curiosity, I didn't realize that I was supposed to say something and an eerie silence ensued.

"Right, Shipra?" Pavan said loudly and I looked at him. His face was red with rage and I was enjoying this. I decided that if Pavan wanted to shake this old leech off, he should do it himself. Like the protective alpha male that he pretends to be. I wasn't going to help him out.

'Oh..umm...what's our plan for tonight?" I asked.

"You mean you ain't got plans?" Alan said. "It's settled then. I'll see you two in the lobby at 8!"

Pavan glared at me. I looked back at him expressionlessly. The look on his face was obvious - I was supposed to say no. But I actually looked forward to some more Pavan-baiting. Plus what was there for me to lose? We'd get a free meal in a fancy restaurant with Alan's amusing quixotic antics.

"Okay, 8 it is." I said.

"Splendid." Alan said rubbing my bare shoulder. "See you then, little pixie. Bye Ponaav."

"It's Pavan." my husband responded testily but Alan ignored him Instead he got up to walk away, and the crotch of his speedo was very close to my face. Instinctively, I turned to look and was amazed to see an enormous...ENORMOUS bulge that I hadn't noticed before. I looked away immediately, not wanting to be caught staring at his crotch. But it was too late. Alan had clearly seen me notice, and chuckled as he left. And Pavan seemed to have noticed too, because he was looking even more irate.

We walked to the room in silence. And Pavan exploded,

"What a slimy pathetic old geezer! Why the fuck did you accept his invitation?"

"You could've said no." I pointed out and took my sarong off.

"I did. But you gave him a chance to put his foot in the door." I yelled.

"Come on, Pavan. He's just a silly old man. What harm can it do?" I said and walked to the bathroom. But even as I said that, I was thinking about the bulge in Alan's speedos.

I took off my bikini and stepped into the shower naked. As I felt the water wash over me, I replayed the whole incident in my head and giggled. It had been fun to see Pavan get all hot and bothered. He had no response to Alan's verbal barbs or his blatant flirting. What a remarkably entertaining guy Alan was, I thought. Where does someone so old, wirnkly and ugly get such confidence?

And then I remembered the bulge in his speedos. It could have been an enlarged prostate, common with men that age. Or maybe he had a really big dick. I wondered how it looked. That is when the memories of that morning with Nigel in Goa came flooding back. Like Nigel, Alan was also a pasty old white man. I guessed heir dicks would look similar. I closed my eyes and remembered how Nigel's white circumcised dick looked. And before I knew it, I found myself in a fantasy.

I was replaying the events of that morning many years ago, but imagining Alan in the place of Nigel. I pictured a huge white erect dick. I imagined sucking it as Alan kept calling me "little pixie" and "spicy little thing". I then imagined him fingering my naked clit as I sucked his big dick. All the while, I was fingering my clit in the shower of course. before I knew it, a tsunami of an orgasm was surging through my entire body. I had to fight back the urge to holler, lest Pavan walk in with concern. The orgasm swept over me for a good thirty seconds or so and the end of it, I sank down on my knees in the shower.

I got up and started soaping myself, amazed at what I had just done. It wasn't the first time I had masturbated in the shower while thinking of someone other than Pavan. But it had usually been older filmstars - my favorites being Naseeruddin Shah, Kevin Spacey, and Sean Connery. The number of varied fantasies I had thought up of those three fine actors ravishing me could fill up an entire porn library. But it was the first time someone as ugly and despicable as Alan had made an entrance. I decided it was the effect of seeing his bulge so up close and personal.

I got done with the shower and walked out. The bulge in Alan's crotch was still playing on my mind. Maybe it was just prostate after all. I looked aat Pavan, sitting there looking like a child throwing a tantrum. I decided to take his opportunity to needle him a little.

"Pavan, did you notice Alan's.... you know....swimming costume?" I asked.

"Huh?" he acted like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"You know, the size of it? You probably didn't notice. It was huge!" I said, curious to see how he would react.

From his face, I could see he was feeling pissed off. At six inches with a good girth, Pavan was not lacking in that department at all. But like all men, he often obsessed over questions of size.




Old Man and Indian Wife Ch. 02



"Well, it's probably an enlarged prostate or something." he said, trying to hide his anger and kept watching the TV. I started getting dressed.

I could sense that Pavan was in the mood to open another argument, this time about Alan. Luckily, we had a skype call scheduled with our beloved son Chintu. Thatt ook up two hours. At the end of it, I was feeling a little sleepy so I decided to take a nap. Pavan joined me.

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After the nap, I started getting ready for dinner. I decided to wear one of my sexier outfits. I hoped that by the end of the night, Pavan would be so pissed off at Alan's outrageous flirting that he would fuck me rough and hard in rage. I liked it rough, and often loved the sex we had after arguments. So to entice Alan as well as to turn on Pavan, I chose a short pleated skirt that ended an inch above my knee. The pleats made it bounce when I walked in heels, displaying a lot of my thighs. And I wore a sleeveless top with a revealing neckline that displayed a lot of cleavage.

As I got dressed, Pavan kept staring at me, as if thinking of saying something. He also seemed turned on, which was the precise effect I was going for. We took the elevator down to the lobby at exactly 8 pm, and found Alan waiting for us.

Alan immediately commented on how "ravishing" I looked and checked me out rather blatantly. I found it inappropriate, but then everything Alan did or said seemed inappropriate, so it was hardly surprising. Alan made a couple more comments, completely ignoring Pavan's presence, not even saying Hi or Hello. Alan himself was dressed in what seemed like old cheap clothes. And he was wearing the most disgusting cologne I had ever smelt. It smelled like he was carrying a dead rodent in his pockets. Despite his modest appearance and horrid cologne, Alan seemed to be bursting with confidence.

He took us to a fancy restaurant which was on the same block as the Venetian. I looked around. there were a lot of empty tables. I noticed Alan slip the maitre'd a twenty dollar bill and whisper something. I looked at Pavan to see if he had noticed, but Pavan was looking elsewhere. We were led to a table very close to a performance stage with some instruments on it. The waiter pulled out a chair for me and I sat down.

Pavan was a couple of steps behind us. Alan took advantage of it and immediately plonked himself on the chair next to me. I was a bit annoyed, and I could tell from Pavan's face that so was he. He sat across from Alan and me, looking visibly peeved. Now, I had been enjoying using Alan to get a rise out of Pavan, but sitting next to this old fart for the whole dinner seemed like a bit much. I expected Pavan to step up and say something. Either ask me to move next to him or ask Alan to switch seats with him. But Pavan just sat there looking upset, as if expecting me to move.

Pavan's passive aggressive behavior about Alan's advances was beginning to tick me off. On one hand, I thought, he flew off the handle if some innocent guy who wasn't even interested in me, sent me a text message. On the other guy, this lecherous old perv was flirting with me in front of him and Pavan was doing nothing. What was wrong with him? Alan started the conversation with small talk about the weather, about Vegas, and such. He was directing his questions and comments only towards me, completely ignoring Pavan. Again, Pavan resembled a miffed hen, but didn't do anything to take control. The waiter came over again and we ordered drinks.

A few minutes later, the band started playing and the loud music filled the air around us. Pavan said something but I couldn't hear him. but I had no problem hearing Alan who was right next to me. I suddenly realized what the twenty dollars had changed hands for. Alan, the wily old fox, had arranged to get a table very close to the band, and then sit next to me so that he could talk to me without Pavan interrupting or hearing.

As soon as the music started, and it became obvious that Pavan couldn't hear us, Alan moved from polite small talk to the sort of blatantly bawdy lines that he had been throwing at me in the pool. he turned to face me completely and asked,

"So does pretty boy over there keep the sheets warm?"

"Excuse me?" I said more out of offense than for a need for clarification. But Alan was immune to offense.

"I mean does he keep that spicy cunt of yours full and happy?" Alan stepped up the lewdness even more.

I stared back at him expressionlessly. I looked at Pavan who wore a nonchalant expression on his face. He clearly hadn't heard Alan's questions. How was I supposed to respond to such an intensely personal question, that too phrased in such a crude manner? I was also surprised that Alan had asked this question. Could he tell from the chemistry between Pavan and me that all wasn't right in bed?

"That's a very personal question. And very vulgar. I am not answering it." I answered.

"Haha, you answered it." Alan cackled.

"No I didn't." I said haughtily.

"Yeah, I have a sixth sense for that sort of a thing. I know what women like you need."

"What?"

"A real man who knows his way around a woman's cooch." Alan said and then slowly put his hand on my knee.

I was taken aback at his boldness in touching me like that in front of my husband. I looked at my husband and saw that he had noticed it too. He looked at me with a furious expression on his face and his eyebrows raised. I waited for the other shoe to drop. I was sure the dinner was going to end abruptly. Any moment, Pavan would spring up from his chair, slap the wrinkly old hand away, and punch the daylights out of Alan. But Pavan just continued looking at me with eyebrows raised.

So I'm supposed to fight him off, I wondered. I decided to push Pavan to his limit and see when he would finally step in. I just shrugged, as if to say - why don't you do something about it?

Alan noticed that I did not slap his hand away, and slowly began rubbing my knee.

"That's what you want. A real man." he repeated.

"And where would I find a real man?" I asked.

"He's sitting right next to you." Alan said and winked.

I tried hard to stop myself from laughing but couldn't. His delusional confidence was amusing. He seemed to actually think that he had a shot of seducing someone like me right in front of my husband? Did he not see that I was just using him as a pawn in my battle of wills with Pavan? That the moment Pavan lost his cool and stood up, Alan would be thrown out of our lives forever?

Obviously, Alan didn't. He ignored my laughter and continued oozing confidence, which had to be genuine because no one could put up an act for that long.

The waiter arrived with our drinks and Alan took his hand off my knee. Pavan and I had ordered beer, while Alan had ordered the most expensive scotch.

"Beer is such a pansy drink. Why don't you have a sip of my scotch?" Alan said.

I nodded, curious to see what such an expensive scotch (it was $35 per drink) tastes like. I wasn't really a scotch fan, but the price got me wondering. I was about to reach for the glass when Alan picked it up and brought it to my lips. I was taken aback by his latest move in flirtation. But it was so close to my lips that I just took a sip.

Wow, strong! the taste hit the back of my throat and I coughed right after I swallowed it. Alan started laughing and said,

"Come on. Don;t take a teeny sip like a schoolgirl. Take a good swig. It gets better."

And again i found the glass at my lips. I took a longer swing and he was right. This one didn't seem too bad. I actually liked the flavor.

"See, you need a real man like me to tell you what's right for her." Alan said and put his arms around me. I felt his fingers on my bare shoulder and looked up at Pavan. he shot me another one of his "what the fuck? stop him!" looks. I shot him another one of my, "you're the man, you stop it!" looks.

The waiter came to take our order for food. He took Pavan's order first. I was about to pick up the menu which I hadn't even looked at when Alan squeezed my shoulder and said.

"Don't bother."

"What?"

"Don't bother. I am ordering for you." his tone changed from flirtatious to assertive, "I told you you need a real man to tell you what's right for you. And that goes for food as well."

I was offended and was about to say something insulting in return. But he squeezed my shoulder hard again, and the words got stuck in my throat. The waiter came over to our side.

"I'll have the lobster. And the lady will have a 16 ounce ribeye, medium rare. And two orders of the same scotch as before"

The waiter looked at me with a curious expression. When I didn't say anything, he nodded and walked off. I looked at Pavan who seemed to have noticed that Alan ordered for me. He knew how finicky I was about ordering food, and I am sure it bothered him. But he didn't say anything. Just sat there seething.

"Alright Shipra." Alan said in his assertive voice. "Let me tell you something."

I looked at him.

"You think you know what's happening and I don't." he said and then continued, carefully choosing his words. "The truth is, you have no clue what is happening. I know completely what is happening, and pretty boy there, he thinks he doesn't know, but he knows in his mind what is happening. Although he isn't ready to accept it yet."

"What?" It sounded like some sort of a puzzle.

"You want me to tell you what you think you know is happening?"

"Okay..." I was confused by his sudden change of tone.

"You think that I am some sort of a pawn in this game between you and your husband."

"What???" I said incredulously.

"Let me finish. You want to use me to push your husband to the edge and see how long it takes before he gets up and kicks my ass."

I stared at him dumbly. He knew?

"So let's say I touch your thigh like this." he moved his hand just over my knee. "You want to see if your husband will lose his cool."

"What are you talking about?"

"And the reason you're using me is, you think I am some deluded old fart who thinks he has a chance of bedding you, something you think will never happen."

"I think?" I laughed and said.

"Yes, you think I have no chance of getting you into bed."

"And I am wrong?"

"So wrong!" he said squeezing my thigh. I started laughing again. He continued.

"You think you're gonna quietly see how far I go with touching you and feeling you up, until it crosses your husband's limits. Then he'll kick me to the curb. And ride home with you into sunset. Am I right?"

"Probably." I saw no need to deny it.

"Now let me tell you what's actually happening." he said, taking his hand off my thigh. "What's happening is, your hubby dearest over there. He wants to see some other man use and abuse his wife. The surly expressions on his face tell me he hasn't come to terms with it yet. But the fact that he's done nothing yet tells me that's exactly what is happening."

"What nonsense!" I shook my head and said.

"It's the truth. You wanna push him some more? Let's see if he says something if I do this."

Alan put his hand back on my thigh and pushed my skirt up a couple of inches. Now half my thigh was on display. This had clearly gone beyond just touching and patting. It was a blatant pass. I looked at Pavan who noticed it. Again, he threw me a look of disgust. but didn't say or do anything. He took a big swig of scotch that he too had now ordered.

"See?" Alan said and kept rubbing my thigh.

"So you're saying my husband wants to see you keep doing this?" I incredulously said.

"Yup."

"Bullshit!" I said. "Look at how angry he is."

"He is only angry because he doesn't know how he feels."

We sat there in silence. I picked up my glass of scotch and took a couple of sips to process the information that Alan had just heaped on me. So he knew that I was just stringing him along. And he insisted that Pavan would not put a stop to anything. That sounded ridiculous to me. I had seen Pavan explode at the slightest suspicion of interest from another guy. The only reason he was silent so far is, he was trying to see when I caved.

Be that as it may. Alan seemed aware of exactly what I was thinking of. So..... why was he still here? Why was he risking getting beaten up by Pavan.

"I know what you're thinking." Alan squeezed my thigh and I looked at him.

"What am I thinking?" I said mockingly, but I was worried that he might actually be reading my mind.

"You are wondering what am I doing here if I know all this?"

I nodded.

"I am here because I know another thing you don't."

"And what's that?" Alan was now beginning to sound like Hercule Poirot at the end of a case.

"That you, my little pixie," he said squeezing my thigh a little higher than he had been, "really are going to get fucked by me tonight."

I started laughing and he joined in. Pavan thought we had shared a joke and looked more peeved.

"I admire your deluded confidence, Alan." I said after I was done laughing.

"And I pity your deluded confidence, Shipra." he replied without batting an eyelid and that shook my self-belief a litle.

The food arrived and Alan started tucking into it with gusto. Pavan started eating his chicken. And I poked at my steak absent-mindedly and was more focused on the scotch. I finished my second one for the night and Alan ordered a third. Whether to keep our game going or to keep his hold on me, Alan continued to stroke my thighs and shoulder throughout dinner. Pavan kept casting me dirty looks. And I started ignoring his looks. By now the ball was squarely in his court.

Actually, I had stopped thinking about the staring game with Pavan, and was wondering about the little side-game with Alan. Alan seemed supremely confident that he would seduce me. Yes, he had a big dick, but it takes a lot more than that to seduce a woman. He was uncouth, rude, arrogant, ugly, dressed lousy, and smelled bad. How could he still think he had a chance with someone like me?

On the other hand, a part of me was charmed and quite frankly fascinated by Alan's confidence. It was amusing. But it was also.... alluring in a fascinating sort of way. I thought it almost impossible that I would go home tonight with anyone but Pavan. But what if I actually did end up sleeping with Alan? The thought revolted and aroused me in equal measure. I was reminded of earlier in the day when I masturbated while casting Alan in my Nigel memories. Could it actually happen? I didn't see any way it could, but still.

In a perverse way, a part of me started wishing for my own felling at the hand of this obnoxious little codger. It's a feeling only women can understand - of being revolted by a sexual prospect, yet wishing for it to happen. I was smiling to myself as I thought of all this. And was just taking a few bites of the steak now and then.

"Eat it. Eat it." Alan said, squeezing my thigh again.

"I am." I smiled at him, trying to suppress the thoughts that were running through my mind.

"You'll need the strength from the protein. I promise I'm gonna keep you up all night." Alan said glibly and got back to wolfing down his food.

I chuckled again at his confidence and the reasoning he gave to urge me to finish my meal. But maybe it was all the scotch I had downed, because I was simply not feeling hungry. A while later, Alan started with his bravado again.

"You'll be my 5th Indian." he said.

"Yeah right." I snorted derisively.

"So what number Indian do you think you'll be for me?" he asked.

"I'll be your..." I paused when I realized what I was about to say. "Oh shut up! I am not going to be your anything."

Alan laughed at the near-success of his trick question. I laughed too. His self-confidence was now moving from amusing to charming, and even a little disconcerting. I continued to drink more often than I was eating. I didn't realize it then, but I myself was putting on a big show of bravado and confidence, whereas subconsciously, I was petrified that Alan might be proved right. And my drinking that much, way more than usual, was my instinctive way of coping with it.

Finally dinner was done. At least Alan's was. Pavan left about half his plate untouched. I left most of mine on the plate. The waiter came and took the plates away. Pavan looked furious, but he also looked ready to leave. Alan said to me,

"Here's another chance for your pretty boy to step up."

Then he got up, bent over and said to Pavan, "We're gonna dance a little."

Alan slid out of his chair and started walking towards the dance floor. I avoided Pavan's gaze, and got up myself. I was rooting for Pavan to step up and say - Enough of this nonsense. Let's go back to the room. I started walking behind Alan. I could feel Pavan's gaze burning into my back. But he didn't say anything. I started wondering if Alan was right. If the article I had read in that magazine was right. Was Pavan really wishing for me to have sex with another man? Is that what his outbursts of jealously were all about?

As i walked to the dance floor, I felt my head spin a little. I wasn't really drunk yet, but I could feel the effects of the scotch on a nearly empty stomach hitting me. No more drinks, I decided. The "dance floor" wasn't much of a dance floor. Just a small area where drunk couples were dancing clumsily. Alan stood a foot away from me and started what he thought was "dancing". It was hilarious. The man had absolutely no rhythm. He just moved his hands and feet and hopped around with supreme confidence. I admired how self-assured he was even when doing something he sucked at. I decided that if even a tenth of what Alan had been implying about his sexual conquests was true, it was all because of his unshakable confidence.

I kept glancing back at Pavan as we danced. His eyes were fixed on us. He wore a bothered look. But again, it bugged me that he didn't exercise the one power he still had - of calling the proceedings to a halt. I heard Alan say something and looked back at him. Or down at him. With heels on, I was at least half a foot taller than him.

"What?" I asked.

"I asked if you're on the pill." he asked with a lecherous smile.

"None of your business." I giggled as I replied. The booze was definitely getting to me.

"It could be my business. I don't want to have to end up paying child support." he winked. I laughed.

"Don't worry. You're not going to have to pay child support."

"Even if I get you pregnant?" he asked, shaking his hands like a rooster.

"Yes, even if you get me pregnant." I laughed and said.

The peppy music continued for at least twenty minutes and we kept dancing. I was impressed by Alan's stamina. I had expected him to be tired by now. But he was still going at it with his ridiculous dance moves. And he kept making lewd comments with the assurance that I was going to end up in his bed that night.

The dance number ended and a slow ballad started. I turned around to head back to the table, but Alan grabbed my hand and pulled me into an embrace. I spun as I almost fell into his arms, but he handled my weight and height easily. He held me and started swaying to the music. I hoped that at least this would be the point Pavan interrupted us.

Alan's armed were locked around me and his hands were on my lower back. I tentatively put my hands on his shoulder and swayed with him slowly. His bald head came barely up to my chin, and once again I felt that bipolar emotion - the disgust that such a man thought he could seduce me, and a fascination at the possibility of it actually happening. A part of me was cheering - "Go Alan Go!"

After a couple of minutes, I felt Alan slowly moved his hand from my back to my butt.

"Oh fuck what an ass!" he whispered and started fondling it.

This was the first time that alarm bells went off in my head and I really wished Pavan would step in. I could not help but feel turned on by his rough fingers kneading my ample buttocks so brazenly and in public view. I noticed that a few people around me were pointing to us and smiling. And I thought about stopping it. Yes, if Pavan does not, I should. I should just stop it. I noticed that Alan's breathing was getting heavier on my neck.




Old Man and Indian Wife Ch. 02



And just as I was about to push him away, I felt it. A gentle poke at my thigh. Oh my god! he was getting an erection right there! I swayed in his arms spellbound as the poking intensified. And soon I felt it, and I mean ALL of it, rubbing along the length of my thigh. Alan began to gently grind against me, rubbing his dick against me, and I started feeling panicky. Just by feeling it grind against me, I could tell it was larger than anything I had ever seen or experienced. Heck, it was even larger than what I had fantasized in the the shower that afternoon. Longer AND thicker.

"What do you think?" Alan whispered as he intensified his grinding. I started feeling alarmed and looked around, hoping no one had noticed it.

"Huh?"

"Do you think your puny little Indian cunt can take something that big?"

"I...I...I...I don't know." I truthfully replied. My throat suddenly felt all parched. For the first time that night, I actually seriously flirted with the possibility that this might happen. And I might let it happen. I could feel myself starting to get wet down there. That's not a great situation to be in - dry throat and wet pussy.

"Maybe we'll see later if it can, huh?" he said and continued grinding the dick even harder against me. I almost felt it invading my skin.

I said nothing and continued swaying, petrified and struggling with conflicting feelings.

"I asked you something." Alan said and pinched my butt really hard. I stared into his eyes. And then whispered my response,

"Maybe..."

The song ended and the band announced a break. Alan let go off me and started leading me back to the table. I looked at the crotch of it pants. And there it was, forming a huge tent now, almost threating to tear apart the fabric. I was feeling disgusted at my reaction to what he had done, but more than that I was enraged at Pavan for watching this silently. As I sat back down i cast him an angry and dirty look. He responded in kind and I looked away in disgust.

There was another glass of scotch at the table and I nervously sipped at it, hoping to calm myself down. I looked back at Pavan and saw that he was staring at the tent in Alan's pants. Pavan must have realized that this old codger had spent the last few minutes rubbing his erection against his beautiful wife. Surely he would say something now. But instead he wore a look of alarm. And I realized that Alan was in complete control of the proceedings. And of my actions. Even sitting at the table, my pussy remained moist.

A few seconds later, I felt the familiar touch of Alan;s wrinkled hands on my thigh. But this time, he didn't stop. the hand kept going and going. All the way inside. before I could open my mouth and yell "STOP!" his finger stroked me. Right there on the clit. He clearly knew where to aim and what to do. My resolve to stop him weakened as his fingers started rubbing my clit over my panties. I could not help but give myself in to the moment, and I closed my eyes and just enjoyed whatever he was doing to me.

Minutes seemed like hours as my arousal grew exponentially with every stroke of his. I marveled at Alan's skill to be able to play with me so deftly over my panties. I wondered what he would do if he got his finger inside. A few moments later, i got my answer. His other hand poked at my thighs meaningfully and I parted them. This allowed Alan to slip his finger into the side of my panties and touch my clit directly. I was in a daze as I started experiencing please that was tenfold of what he had been giving to me over the panties. I could feel my nipples harden and poke against my top.

I was at that moment more turned on than I had ever been in recent memory. And I could feel a mammoth orgasm approaching. Even in that state, I could not help but think of Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally. If this went on for a while more, I would be having what she had, or what she pretended to have. It was coming. It was bearing down. I could feel it. I knew it would create a scene, but I didn't care.

And then, Alan took his hand out. Just seconds away from climax. I could not help but moan in frustration. I had been so close. But at the same time, I was glad it hadn;t happened. I opened my eyes and looked into Pavan's. His face wore an odd expression. Angry, aghast, but also, turned on. maybe Alan was right. maybe my husband, unknowingly, was rooting for this to happen as well. That's why he didn't stop me when he should have. What a wimp! But it was in my hands too, wasn't it? I looked away from him in shame.

Alan got up. I was staring at the table when I heard him say,

"I am taking her to my suite back at the Venetian. You can come along too if you want."

It was clearly directed at Pavan. Alan held out his hand in my direction. From his perspective, all the hard work was done. The trap was laid. He just needed to swoop in and finish the job off. I was let him rub his dick against me, and then let him finger me into a state of frenzy in a public place. Of course I was, at that point of time, all but ready for the kill. I wanted it. I needed it. It was going to be the culmination of the chapter that had started in Goa all those years ago, but cut short by Nigel's wife. It was a more primal and intense need than I had ever felt with Pavan. I had to go.

But as far gone as I was, and as eager as I felt to take his hand and go with him, a part of me resisted. No, this is not right. I am a married woman. This man sitting across from me is the father of my child. How could he just sit back and let this happen? Surely it was his job to stop me.

"Pavan." I said in a voice I myself could barely recognize.

"Hmmm?" he said, looking stunned.

"What should I do?" I asked in a voice that was on the verge of breaking down. I fought back the instinct to cry.

Pavan just stared at me. Alan was still holding his hand out.

"What should I do, Pavan?" I said once more in a high pitched voice.

In my mind, I silently implored Pavan to say - don't go, or this is enough, or let's get out of here. Instead he stared at me for what seemed like an eternity.

And then he shrugged.

He shrugged!

He fucking shrugged!!!

This man, my husband couldn't even bring himself to say what he was feeling. If he wanted it to stop, he wasn't able to verbalize it. And if he actually wanted it to happen like Alan had been insisting all along, he didn't have the fortitude to admit it. After riding roughshod over a lot of other decisions in our lives, he was leaving this crucial one for me. So he could blame me later?

I exhaled loudly and threw Pavan a look of disgust. I took Alan's hand and got up. He put his arm around my waist and led me away, strutting like a peacock. --- Preface - This story is the same as Old Man and the Wife but here, the wife narrates. Again, thanks to aurelius1982 who helped me write what was in my head. You can read the husband's narration first. It will put the events here in perspective. This story also fills in some gaps that the other story has. In fact I suggest having both stories open simultaneously to note the different ways in which two people view the same situation.

My name is Shipra and before I get to the events in Las Vegas, I think it'd be useful to talk a little about the relevant portions of my past.

I am the younger of two sisters, born in a family that was very liberal. My parents were both college professors, and they never treated my sister or I like average Indian parents treat girls. We were encouraged to give our best and excel at everything, be it academics or sports.

I was always considered a very cute and pretty child, and was used to attention from everyone. But despite my dainty looks, I was a bit of a tomboy and spent most of my early childhood on the playground with boys. Around age 12 is when the first major changes in my life began. I hit puberty and started growing in every which way. I shot up eight inches in just over a year, and started filling out as well. Initially, I was embarrassed at the unstoppable growth of my boobs. Boys whom I used to play with were starting to notice the change too, leading to some awkwardness. My abnormal height combined with my big boobs led me to unconsciously adopt a hunching posture.

Luckily, my parents were great at communicating with me and explained that I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was told that an ample chest is seen as a sign of beauty, as is being tall, and I should not be ashamed of my body. I stopped hunching, and through my teenage years, came to terms with my looks. I started reading about love and sex, watched sneaked porno films with girlfriends, and was soon fantasizing about naughty things.

It turns out that having encouraging, even demanding parents, can be a bit of a double edged sword in India. Thanks to their pushing, I excelled at studies, sport (played basketball and volleyball for the state), and was well-read and exposed to quality cinema. While my girlfriends read Nancy Drew, I had moved on to Raymond Chandler. When they moved on to trashy Mills&Boons romance novels, I finished Jane Austen. And when they discovered Jane Austen, I was reading the works of Camus, Dostoevsky, Vonnegut, and Borges.

While my parents were proud they were raising such a well-rounded daughter, they didn't realize that it made me something of a snob when it came to my peers. I wasn't a bitch or anything, but I did find it difficult to get interested in guys my age. The good looking jocks were too dumb for me to connect with intellectually. the smart ones were too clumsy, geeky, and awkward around my radiant beauty.

By the time I turned 18, I had briefly dated a few guys, but couldn't really feel too attracted to them. I had a hyperactive imagination when it came to sex and I read about it voraciously. So I had no qualms losing my virginity to a jock one year older to me one weekend when his parents were out of town. We had sex a few more times, but I simply did not get the rush or the excitement I had read so much about. Maybe because he had been a virgin too, and didn't know much of what he was doing. I broke up with him, hooked up with another guy, but again, the mental as well as physical connection was lacking.

I finished 12th grade in the same year my sister finished college. My parents decided to take us on a vacation to Goa. We rented a small beach cabin on South Goa and spent the days lounging on the beach, reading, trying different kinds of seafood, and playing some games.

One night, after my parents had fallen asleep, my sister and I went for a walk on the beach. We didn't want to stray too far that late at night, so we kept doing the rounds of the beach close to our cabin, as we engaged in the usual sisterly talk about boys, clothes, books, and life. My sister was planning on taking the GRE and applying to American grad schools, something my parents were extremely supportive of. She was telling me about her latest break-up, when we noticed a man walking a few feet behind us.

"Hi, sorry if I scared you." the man said in a British accent and approached us.

He was old, maybe in his late 50s. But looked very lean and fit. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and knee-length shorts and had what looked like an expensive SLR camera around his neck. he did not look scary or intimidating at all, so my sister and I stopped to talk to him.

"Hello. My name is Nigel." he said extending his hand towards us. My sister shook it.

"Hi." I said.

"I am sorry, but I couldn't help but notice you as you were walking on the beach." he said, looking at me. "And this may seem abrupt, but have you considered a career in modelling?"

"Excuse me?" my sister jumped in.

"I am a fashion photographer based in London here to scout talent for a modeling assignment. Would you be interested?"

"Shipra?" my sister smiled and looked at me questioningly.

"Ummm.. I don't think I am interested." I said. This wasn't the first time someone had suggested modeling as a career option. When you are a pretty young lady standing at 5 ft 10 in Bombay, you keep getting approached with such offers. But I had no interest in pursuing a career that consisted of starving yourself and strutting around on a ramp.

"Why not? There's good money in it." Nigel said, checking me out from head to toe. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

"We don't need money." my sister barged in. "Thanks but bye."

We walked away giggling. My sister teased me about it for a while and we turned around and continued walking towards the cabin. We were both feeling a little peckish so we decided to stop at a beach shack for some food. I noticed that Nigel was sitting a few tables away drinking beer. He smiled at us when we walked in and we smiled back. The food arrived, we ate and then my sister said she needed to use the bathroom.

As soon as she left, Nigel got up and approached me. I smiled, and he took it as an invitation to sit down, which he did, next to me.

"You really have a gorgeous face." he said leaning close to me.

"Thank you." I said and blushed.

"Amazing tits too."

"Excuse me?!"

I shot him a dirty look but he was unfazed by it. He was very obviously ogling my breasts which were pushing against the t-shirt. At that time, I measured 34D. I expected him to look away, but he didn't. He continued to eye me with a hungry expression on his face. A few seconds later, he said.

"And these legs." and he put his hand on my thigh.

I felt a bolt of electricity surge through my body at his touch. And I felt confused. No other man's touch had ever produced this kind of a reaction from me. I sat there dumbstruck as he gently rubbed my thigh.

"You're a gorgeous little thing that could set the ramp on fire. All these Indian super-models have nothing on you." Nigel said in a husky voice.

That's when we both noticed my sister walking out of the bathroom. He took his hand off my leg and said,

"If you want to discuss this further without big sister snooping around, I am staying at the Palm Resort. Come by tomorrow. Just ask for Nigel at the reception."

I sat there stunned at the pass that had been made at me. My sister sat down and asked what the old Brit wanted. Nothing, I said. He was just saying hi. We got back to the cabin. And I had trouble sleeping. I kept replaying in my mind the moments when he was staring at my breasts and when he had rubbed my thigh. I was taken in by his confidence, something that was lacking in boys my age.

I found myself fantasizing about him. I imaged him fucking me on the beach as the waves washed over us. I imagined him putting his dick in my mouth and making me suck it. The fantasies made me cum hard in bed, and I had to struggle to not make any noise with my sister sleeping on the next bed.

The next morning I stood outside his cabin door in the Palm Resort, unsure about whether I was doing the right thing. I had feigned a headache when my parents woke me up for our planned day-long cruise and convinced them to leave me in the hotel. An hour after my family left for the cruise, I headed over to the Palm Resort.

I finally knocked on the door and Nigel answered it after a couple of minutes. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist, and the sight of his taut hairy chest made my heart skip a beat. he invited me in and rushed to the other room to get dressed. He came out a minute later, wearing only beach shorts. I guess he had seen my taking an admiring look at his chest, so had chosen to remain shirtless.

"So." Nigel said sitting down so close to me that our thighs touched. "You are interested in modelling after all? But your conservative Indian family won't let you try it?"

"Well." I said looking into his deep blue eyes. "My parents are cool with anything I choose. if I decide to get into modelling, they'll support me."

"That's great!"

"But I am not interested in modelling." I said.

"You're not?" he asked, confused.

"No."

"Why are you here then?" he asked.

I just shrugged. He smiled. Then he confidently put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing it. Like the previous night, I felt excitement surge through my body. When he saw no resistance from me, he bent over and kissed me on my lips. I felt his grey stubble prick my soft cheeks and it actually felt nice. I kissed him back enthusiastically. he was a better kisser than my previous boyfriends, and we continued to make out for a few minutes, during which he started mauling my tits.

Nigel then took my hand and put it on his shorts. I could feel the erection under there. I started rubbing it. He took it out of the shorts and I got my first look at a white man's circumcised dick. I played with it with my hands for a while, getting it completely hard. Then Nigel forced my head down into his lap, making me take his dick into my mouth. I noted how confident and assertive he was, compared to my other boyfriends who had been very tentative and clumsy. Nigel was clearly very experienced at this and his assured adeptness was turning me on.

"Use your tongue. Swirl it around my dick." Nigel said. "Good, now wrap your lips tight and move your head gently."

For the next ten minutes, Nigel gave me a detailed lesson on blowjob technique. I must have been a quick learner, because soon after that, I felt his dick shiver in my mouth and he started cumming. This was a new feeling for me. I had sucked the other guys' dicks before, but they had never cum in my mouth. I tasted the unfamiliar bitter semen as it filled up my mouth.

"Swallow it!" Nigel said in a commanding voice, and I did.

A few moments later, I was naked from the waist down, my legs spread with Nigel's head between them. He was doing simply the most wonderful things to my clit with his tongue. This was the first time someone had gone down on me and I was loving it. I had my first orgasm in just a few minutes of his tongueplay, and the second was approaching when....

CLICK

The door opened, and in walked an old lady, about Nigel's age. Her mouth fell open as she surveyed the sight in front of her - me, naked from the waist down with my long legs spread out, and a naked Nigel with his tongue lapping at my clit.

"For fuck's sake, Nigel!" the lady yelled. "Who's this? Some Goan whore?"

"Edith, I can explain." Nigel jumped up and pulled his shorts on.

I reached for my shorts and panties and was about to put them on when 'Edith' rushed towards me and grabbed me by the ear.

"Your dirty tramp!" she screeched as she pulled me off the couch, still naked from the waist down, with my clothes in my hand. "Get out of here,"

She dragged me to the cabin door and pushed me out. I stumbled and fell on the porch.

"If i see you around here again, i'll cut those tits off!" she yelled and slammed the door shut.

I got to my feet and noticed that a waiter was standing a few feet away, staring at my naked ass. I hurriedly put my shorts back on, and ran back to our cabin.

-----

That was the episode that first piqued my interest in older - much much older men. I started wondering if all older men had the kind of confidence and expertise that Nigel had displayed during our short fling. But I didn't really have too many opportunities to explore this new hobby of mine. Even a short dalliance with an unknown foreigner in Goa had ended disastrously. What hope did normal life back in Bombay offer?

I got into the best engineering college in Bombay, and as one of the few good looking girls in class, got hit on a lot. But again, the guys just seemed too immature. I had my eyes on a couple of dishy looking older professors. Even flirted with a couple of them during office hours. But they were either very straight-laced or too intimidated by my appearance. No one ever made a move.

Through 4 years of college and then 2 years of MBA, I dated a handful of guys. The sex did get better. Twenty-somethings are bound to be more skilled at sex than teenagers. But still, I kept fantasizing about older men. A lot of the older men I met - from professors to shopkeepers to neighbors, featured in my fantasies as I slept with guys my own age. But an opportunity to act on it never arose. They were all married, and I was mindful of how the Nigel episode had turned out.




Old Man and Indian Wife Ch. 03



Alan had his arm around my waist as we walked back into the Venetian. I slipped his hand under the hem of my top and rubbed my waist in front of passers by. No one took any notice. This was Vegas after all.

I looked back and saw Pavan still following us. Being out in the fresh air for a few minutes had actually sobered me up a little bit. I started re-evaluating what the heck I was exactly doing. No matter what had happened, it still wasn't too late. But then my anger at Pavan returned in a surge. And Alan gripped my waist hard making me remember how his touch had made me feel just moments ago.

I let Alan lead me into the elevator. Pavan followed us two steps later and stood a couple of feet away from us. That pissed me off even more. Here he was, acting as if he was my pimp, not my husband. Alan showed me the key to the suites-only floor which was needed for the elevator to go up there. He then swiped it in the slot and pressed the button for his floor. He spent the rest of the elevator ride squeezing my ass, sending shivers up my spine. I marveled at how differently his touch was affecting me now.

Alan's suite looked very spacious. It was almost like a small apartment, with a living room and a bedroom. Alan turned on just one lamp and turned the TV on. Both Pavan and I stood a few feet away from each other like strangers as Alan strode to the minibar. He took out a bottle of scotch and poured it without ice in three glasses. He handed Pavan a glass and then me.

Walking into Alan's room had made me really nervous and I was glad to get some liquid courage. I sat down on a couch and took a sip, looking at Pavan cautiously. I silently tried to urge him - you can stop this even now. Stop it before it is too late. Pavan just gave me a blank defeated look and sat down in a chair across from me. He did not even have the courage or the presence of mind to sit down on the couch next to his wife? I downed a big swig of the scotch in disdain.

Alan took his drink and sat down next to me. He reached for the remote and turned the TV on. Some movie was playing. I stared at the screen blankly without registering anything. Alan put his arm around me and rubbed me on my bare shoulder. I flinched a little. I was feeling overwhelmed by the whole situation. I had come this far, but the reality of what lay ahead was starting to sink in. And I was almost shivering with nerves.

Alan seemed to know exactly the right thing to do. He just sat there gently stroking my shoulder. Didn't make any other move. Just sat there like that, looking at the TV. Pavan looked at us and then at the TV every few seconds. We all sat there sipping our drinks, seemingly weighed down by the enormity of what was about to unfold. Even Alan seemed a little hesitant.

The hesitation wore off in ten minutes or so. I felt Alan gently lift my right hand and put it on the crotch of his pants. I could feel his erection throbbing through the fabric. I could even feel the heat it radiated. I noticed Pavan look at us. I shot Pavan a beseeching look. I knew that this was the point of no return. If things moved ahead, there was no looking back. Pavan just moved his gaze back to the TV without even acknowledging my look. And I noticed with shock - Pavan had an erection too. He was getting turned on by this!

That was the precise moment that I let go of any apprehension or second thoughts about what was happening. I thought to myself angrily - if my husband sitting across from me doesn't care, why should I? I started rubbing the bulge in Alan's pants. It seemed to expand with every tug I gave it. Alan whispered me to take it out. I unzipped his pants and the dick sprang up like a tent pole. It was surrounded by a thick bush of white pubic hair.

I knew it was big. I had felt it when we danced. But I was not prepared for just how big it would look exposed. It was thick, almost as thick as my forearm. And almost just as long fully erect. It was circumcised unlike Pavan's, so it's massive bulbous purple head stood on top like a helmet's soldier. I was transfixed and Alan gently took my hand and wrapped my fingers around it. I was barely able to close my fingers around it.

I started stroking the dick gradually. I was amazed at how long it took my hand to travel from the base to the tip. This truly was one gargantuan dick. I was horrified and fascinated by it in equal measure. Once I got used to the stroking action I looked away at the TV and continued giving him a handjob. After a few minutes I started stroking it harder and faster. I was expecting him to cum soon. I was pretty adept at giving handjobs. But I was amazed when even after ten minutes or so, Alan was sitting there nonchalant with his dick erect.

My fingers and wrist were starting to hurt, so I took the hand away from his cock and stretched it around. But Alan did not appreciate the break. He pulled my left hand and put it on his dick. I started working on it with my left hand, hoping he would cum soon, and maybe this whole nightmare would end. As I continued my stroking, I noticed some moistness oozing onto my fingers. Obviously for such a huge dick, the quantity of precum was proportionally large. I used the moistness for a little bit of lubrication and kept going.

Occasionally I would look over at Pavan and notice that his erection was still intact. His eyes would not meet mine however. They were transfixed on Alan's dick. I looked over at Alan. He was still staring at the TV, acting as if he had nothing to do with this monster I was working on with my hand. A few more minutes and my left hand started hurting as I well.

I took my left hand off and stretched it. Alan moved quickly and put his hand on the hem of my top. He started pulling it up. Pavan looked at us with interest. I raised my arms and let Alan take the top off completely. I was suddenly conscious of being exposed in front of another man besides my husband. My 36DD black bra was hiding my boobs. But only for a few moments.

As I got back to jacking Alan off, he started squeezing my tits over my bra. Then I felt his wrinkled and rough fingers slide inside the cups and rub my soft skin. He moved his fingers all around, tracing a circle around my areola and then pinched my already erect nipple. He then put his hand inside my bra cup and lifted my left boob out. Then my right. My huge boobs were now hanging out of my bra. And I suddenly felt like a complete tramp. I stared down at my tits exposed and kept jacking Alan off.

"Enough with the hands." Alan gruffly said and slapped my hand away from his dick. I was taken aback at the sudden change in tone. Until then, he had been very kind and gentle, treating me with kid gloves. Now that I had been willingly jacking him off for close to half an hour and had let him take my boobs out, i guess he thought I had been reeled in enough to do what he pleased with. For my part, the gruff voice and rough treatment actually turned me on. I always liked my men to be that way - rough and dominating.

So I was a little thrilled at what Alan did next. He grabbed my hair from the back and pushed my head down towards his crotch. My first instinct was to resist, but Alan had now switched completely into dominant mode. As I tried to pull away, he pushed my head down even harder. I opened my mouth wide and felt the massive head of the dick enter me. I could only take a few inches of it in my mouth before it hit the back of my throat and I gagged.

"Not used to the size, eh?" Alan said and chuckled. "I can see why.from that tiny tent in his pants."

I took his dick out of my mouth and looked at the tent in Pavan's pants. It wasn't tiny by any means. Just because Alan was a monster didn't make Pavan tiny. What I did note though was that this was the longest I had seen Pavan maintain an erection in recent years. And the irony of it happening at a time when I was sucking someone else's dick made me smile a little bit.

Alan was now into full scale dominant mode. He yanked me by the hair and put my mouth back on his dick. It brought back memories of that day in Goa when I sucked Nigel's dick. I had always consider myself an expert cocksucker. This was by far the biggest cock I had taken in my mouth. Would I be able to please it? I took it as a challenge and began working on it eagerly.

I took it in as much as I could even if it meant gagging every other second. I slurped and slobbered over it to give it lubrication. I ran my tongue all around it. And I kept my lips tightly wrapped around the shaft to simulate penetration. And I varied the pace of bobbing my head up and down. Alan grunted in appreciation. He was clearly appreciating my technique.

"You've taught her well. I'll give you that much." Alan said cockily to Pavan who by now seemed to have receded into the background. "She sucks dick better than any Indian chick I've been with."

I smirked a little, quite sure that Alan was still boasting. I had fallen for his guiles but I am sure no other Indian women had. Even after having Pavan's wife half naked by his side sucking his own dick, Alan still seemed intent on humiliating Pavan. And I was enjoying it. My respect for Pavan was falling by the second as the night progressed.

I noticed my bra fall forward a little and realized that Alan had unhooked my bra. I slid it off my arms in front of me and threw it on the floor. I was not completely topless and my boobs were mashing against Alan's big balls. As I continued to bob my head up and down, rock back and forth working Alan's still hard dick, I felt my huge tits sway and make a soft thulping noise every time they smashed against his balls or his thighs.

I now hunched over the dick, trying to align my head so that I could take more of it inside my mouth. I had been sitting on the couch leaning over. I decided a better stance would be to sit on folded knees on the couch instead. I slowly took my feet off the floor and folded them under me. What this did, I realized soon was, make by big butt jut up in the air right within Alan's reach.

Alan noticed it and immediately pulled my skirt up and bunched it around my waist. In a mirror across the room, I could see that my butt looked very inviting even covered it on panties. My buttcheeks were very fleshy and round, so a lot of flesh was on display. Alan could not resist reaching across with his left hand and start fondling it. After fondling it for a while, he spanked it lightly. he seemed to enjoy the way my butt jiggled when he spanked it. So he spanked it a bit harder.

I moaned in pleasure, but he seemed to misinterpret it as protest. He brought down his hairy hand really hard on my ass and the loud smack of a spank rang through the room.

"Take it all the way in, slut!" he said in an assertive voice.

Whenever he used that dominating voice as opposed his wisecracking tone, I found myself compelled to obey him. I tried to force my mouth down even more, but I could not see where I could fit any more of it.

"All the way in, you curry-munching cunt!!!" his voice boomed as he landed another spank on my ass accompanied by a racist slur. I could feel my ass cheeks stinging from the pain of his spanks. And I actually relished the sensation and the insult. I was too far gone to even evaluate if I was right in feeling that way.

He then pushed my head down really hard. I gagged as the head of dick dick pushed against the back of my throat. But he pushed my head down harder. Instinctively, my body moved to accommodate the intrusion. I felt my back rise high upside down, aligning my throat with his dick. My body was bent into an arch at its waist, with my knees on the couch. It was working though because I felt the thick cock slide down my throat.

It felt oddly intrusive. But even with my throat I could only take in about 90% of the dick. Alan finally decided that he had fucked my throat enough and let go. I pulled head off the dick and inhaled loudly. Then I broke into an uncontrollable coughing fit. I felt sick, as if I would throw up all the alcohol I had been drinking.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Alan asked.

I shook her head. That had almost made me throw up.

"Not you. This dickwad sitting here. You liked watching your wife take my whole dick down her throat like a sword swallower, didn't you?"

I looked at Pavan who stayed silent and kept staring at me. I was sitting on my knees on the couch, topless and trying to catch my breath.

"Well, then you're gonna love what I do to her next."

Alan got up and pulled my hair again. He was pulling me towards the side of the couch. I moved my knees along the couch cushion until they hit the armrest.

"What you have here, my friend, is a slut. And I will show you how a slut is to be handled."

Alan said and pulled my head over the side of the couch armrest. I felt a jerk in my beck, but the momentum from his hand made me fall over the armrest, and my face was inches off the ground. This sudden surge of rough handling set my juices running again and I looked up at Pavan, thinking about the sight he saw. To him, i must have made a particularly obscene sight. I felt my boobs hanging upside down rubbing my cheek. I felt that if I reached my tongue out a little, I could lick my own nipples.

I put my hands on the floor, and with my knees on the couch, I felt like I was in a stable, if unusual position. I sensed that my butt was the highest part of my body. The skirt had fallen over my back, so it was just my panties keeping my butt hidden. Well, not for long.

"You know why she is a slut?"

Alan said, and I felt him put his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pull. The panties slid down to my knees, exposing my naked butt to Alan for the first time ever. I lifted my knees enabling Alan to take my panties off completely. And there I was. Naked, exposed, and at the mercy of an old man I had dismissed as a deluded old kook just hours ago. How rapidly life changes.

The deluded old kook was now acting like my rightful master, lording over my nearly naked body that he had arranged the way it pleased him. With my ass raised up like that. Addressing my wimpy husband who sat there as if watching a porno.

"Because only a slut...."

Alan continued and spanked my right asscheek hard Without the fabric of the panties, the impact of his fingers really stung and I squealed.

"..lets an old geezer like me...."

SMACK! SMACK! Two more loud and stinging spanks.

"....play with her cooch..."

SMACK! SMACK! More spanks. That felt good. And I actually blushed at his use of the word 'cooch'. When he had said it before, I had thought it uncouth. Now I thought it pervertedly sexy.

"...in front of her husband."

And he spanked me really hard a half a dozen more times. My ass cheeks were hurting from the onslaught and some tears welled up in my eyes. But I didn't feel like crying. the tears were just my body's involuntary reaction to the pain, which I had actually enjoyed. I was breathless with the spanking though. And I imagined my white ass must have gone red with the spanks. I kept my palms firmly on the ground, moved my knees and squirmed a little, making my asscheeks jiggle.

I had also been feeling really turned out at all the profanity and insults than Alan was hurling my way. In some way, I later thought, the insults helped me come to terms with the latent guilt for whatever was happening. His punishment and insults acted like a proxy for me rebuking myself. But at that moment, when Alan called me a slut, I actually felt well and truly like a slut.

Not that I had done anything slut-like before this. I had been a faithful wife all these years, not even thinking of straying even when our sex life was lean. I had never given a single reason for Pavan to be as paranoid and jealous as he was. And now here I was. Almost naked. My butt hoisted on a couch being assaulted by an old fogey twice my age. And it actually felt right. I wanted more.

"I will now show you how a whore like this is to be fucked." I heard Alan say, but from where my head was, I couldn't see him. I could only see Pavan's awestruck face.

I felt a weight being put on the couch next to my right knee and I soon felt Alan's hairy wrinkly skin rub against mine. A few seconds later, I felt his hand lift up my left knee. He shoved it on to the couch's armrest and pushed it forward, so the armrest was now wedged under my folded knee. I felt my balance distured a little, so i moved my palms around until i was stable again.

It took me a few moments to imagine how much more trashy i must have looked in this new, slightly altered position. My thighs were now almost at 90 degrees to each other, in fact orthogonal. This meant my ass cheeks were parted, giving Alan easy access to my recently shaved cunt and my asshole. I blushed as I realized what a complete whore I must have looked like. How had things disintegrated so fast? A couple of hours back, I was cracking up at the very idea that Alan would take me to bed. This willful humiliation was a lot more degrading. And I was happily subjecting myself to it.

Seemingly prepped to be fucked like a whore, I waited eagerly for the actual sex to begin. I will admit that I was a bit nervous about whether I'd be able to take Alan's monster cock. Alan's words from the dance floor flashed in my head - could my "puny little Indian cunt" take his big dick? Like he said, we'd find out soon enough.

A few moments passed and I finally felt something touch me down there. The tip of his cock rubbing against my pussy lips. I arched my back and thrust my butt towards him, to entice him in. But Alan had obviously decided to tease and torment me. He rubbed his dick all over my ass crack, rubbed my cunt's entrance, my clit, my inner thigh... as if he was taking his dick on a guided tour of my private parts.

I moved my ass back and forth again, trying to appeal to him to get on with it. I really hoped me wouldn't reduce me to begging for a fuck. I had fallen enough for the night.

"Look at how dripping wet she is." I heard Alan say. I felt like saying, of course I'm wet Einstein. After the way you've been playing me all night, what else am I supposed to be. But I stayed silent and endured the long wait as he continued to rub his dick all over my ass and crotch.

Finally, after several minutes or teasing, Alan seemed to have had enough. I felt his dick poke at my cunt. It was already sopping wet, but I felt some discomfort as he pushed the thick giant in. Alan progressed slowly, and I moaned with discomfort as well as pleasure. But as he kept pushing it in, I felt my cunt stretching to adjust with its presence. And a few minutes of slow pushing later, I had become reasonably well adjusted with the big dick in my cunt. I still guessed about half of it to be outside my cunt.

"Oh sluts like these will pretend they can't handle it. But what they want is a big dick. I don't care if you're Indian, Chinese or German. All women want a big dick to pump them." I heard Alan say. My first instinct was to dispute it and say size only matters somewhat. But then it struck me that getting impaled by a stranger's monster cock while thrown over a couch in his suite is probably not the best time to give lectures on size.

Alan shoved some more of his dick in me and then decided to start the fucking. My cunt had produced a lot of juice already so there was enough lubrication for the shafting to commence. Alan started fucking me with long and hard strokes, and I felt giant waves of pleasure radiate throughout my lower body. as he fucked me, my torso suspended from the couch rocked back and forth, making my reverse hanging boobs slap against my face. I could also feel something rubbing against a part of my buttcheeks. I guessed it to be Alan's hairy launch, based on the raspy texture. And the room was filled with an obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. To be precise, Alan's thighs slapping against mine as we fucked like two bunnies.




Old Man and Indian Wife Ch. 03



As great as that felt, it turned out to be only the warm-up act. I soon felt Alan's hands grab my waist. And he stepped up the pace, now fucking me at twice the speed. As the speed increased, so did the pleasure, and I started grunting uncontrollably with each stroke. I was amazed that Alan was still going, still pumping my cunt. I could not feel his balls slap against my thigh, so i guessed that he had managed to shove his monster dong all the way in.

Even as I was being humped mercilessly, I could not help but feel a sense of achievement for taking his dick all the way in at first attempt. Meanwhile, I noticed with surprise that Alan was stepping up his pace even more, I worried that he might break his hip bone or something as he grabbed on to my hips and started ramming me even faster. That pace continuing for a couple of minutes triggered what hadn't happened in over 4 years - an orgasm while being fucked in the cunt. Although Pavan had brought over the edge with lots of clitoral orgasms with his fingers and tongue, the fucking orgasm had almost gone extinct. It took a long time of long, hard and rough fucking to bring me to one. And ever since Pavan's prowess was on the decline, he didn't really stay hard long enough for it.

I started hollering as the orgasm hit me with full force. Alan sensed what was happening and kept going, fucking me really hard. The room was filled with two loud noises - my shrieks and the sound of our thighs slapping against each other. Finally the orgasm subsided, and I quietened down. I lay spent thrown over the armrest as Alan still kept going, fucking my cunt mercilessly for another ten minutes or so. Will this man ever cum, I thought to myself as my thigh muscles started hurting.

Finally Alan pulled his dick out of my cunt and got off the couch. Exhausted, I stayed in my position on the arm rest. I felt a hard spank land on my butt, and Alan said,

"Get up you dirty little slut!"

With great effort I pulled myself off the couch and stood up. As I did, i stumbled a little on realizing that I was still wearing my heels! And I felt some fabric rub against my ass. My pretty pleated skirt which was now smeared with sweat. All this while, I had been assuming I was naked. Now, standing there in just the short skirt and heels made me feel even more dirty than if I had been naked. I was breathing heavily, my breasts were red with the blood that had rushed into them. And my ass cheeks still stung. I turned around to check them out and sure enough - red palm prints all over my big ass.

Alan was standing next to me still wearing his shirt. he seemed to be admiring me with pure lust in his eyes. And, I noticed, his dick was still hard and throbbing. In fact it looked wet, covered in my jucies.

"Bedroom!"

Alan loudly announced and reached up to grab my hair. He started pulling me behind him. I was a lot taller than him, so his pulling made me bend in the waist. The heels didn't help either. But Alan was pulling me behind him very hard. I felt the pressure on my hair roots. Two steps and I lost my footing. Alan didn't want to wait for me to get up though. he kept tugging at my hair hard, and I had no choice to but to move on all fours, like an animal. I noted with admiration that this puny old man, shorter than me, as able to drag me around so effortlessly.

He pulled me up and flung me on to the bed. After being fucked in that uncomfortable position bent voer the couch, the bed felt nice. Alan jumped on the bed and tugged at my skirt very hard. It slid down and he threw it to the floor. he then slid my heels off my feet too. And then observed his handiwork - me, completely naked, on his bed.

I curled up on one side of the bed facing Alan. I noticed that Pavan was standing in the doorway, his dick still hard and poking through his pants. A thought struck me. If he was so turned on and horny by what he saw, why didn't he just get naked and join in? I was HIS wife after all. He had a right to my body. And yet he was just being a bystander.

I groaned a bit as I saw Alan taking his shirt off. More fucking? My thighs were aching. I was exhausted. i needed a break. Alan meanwhile was delivering another one of his monologues.

"You Indian men were blessed by god with such incredibly hot women. But you keep them subdued, force them to suppress their sexuality. What that does it turns them into sexual volcanoes ready to erupt any time they get some attention. Turns them into sluts waiting to be set free. That's what this little pixie is, isn't she? A slut. A volcanic slut."

I wore an expression of dissent on my face. What the fuck was he talking about? I had never been subdued or suppressed by anyone. And being Indian had nothing to do with the problems Pavan and I had. I didn't say this out loud of course. But Alan seemed to read the dissent on my face. He moved close to me and spanked me hard once more.

He then pushed me so I was lying down on my back, and lifted my legs so they were up in the air, perpendicular to my body. he continued with his monologue.

"This slut...or should I say whore...is slutty even by the standards of regular sluts. In my 65 years, I have never bedded a woman so easily. That too in front of her husband. What does that tell you, Pavan? Your wife has so willingly opened her legs for an ugly old fart like me. With you around. Can you imagine what she must be up to when you're not around?"

All this humiliating talk about what an easily fuckable slut I was set my juices flowing again and I wanted it once more. It didn't matter that my body was aching. I saw his erect dick inches away from my cunt and I had to have it.

"Haha, look at that. She is reaching for my dick. She hasn't had enough. When was the last time you fucked her, Pavan? And I mean REALLY TRULY fucked her like the whore she is? You should fuck her regularly or any guy who is willing to put in a few hours to chat her up and make her feel like a woman, will take her to bed"

---- Alan placed his legs on my shoulder and I began to ponder his question - when had I been REALLY TRULY fucked? The way I was being fucked right now - hard and relentless with lot of spanking and manhandling? I couldn't remember any time in recent memory. In my initial days with Pavan, he liked to give it to me rough once in a while. Tease me, torment me, spank me, and have me begging for a good fucking. And then he'd ram me hard and long.

But a man can do that only if he can get hard at will and sustain his erection for a long time. As Pavan aged, he seemed to lose that ability, so those long drawn out intense sessions had been replaced by what were mostly quickies. He'd get hard, enter me, go at it for a few minutes, and then before he could lose his erection, shoot his wad in the condom. He was considerate about my needs of course. He would go down on me afterwards and make sure I had an orgasm too. That was nice. But nowhere as exhilarating as being, in Alan's words, REALLY TRULY fucked.

Alan inserted his dick into my waiting wet cunt and I moved my hips to accommodate him better. As he plunged his whole dick into me and started fucking, I got to face him for the first time since we had started this game. Looking at his fairy concave chest, his paunch, his ugly face and his bald head equally disgusted and aroused me. I saw my long shapely legs rub against his wrinkled shoulders as he increased the tempo of his fucking and sent waves of pleasure through my cunt. This was a different angle from the one he had fucked me on the couch, and I could feel his dick touching different spots inside me, previously untouched.

Alan was looking straight into my eyes and I noticed a triumphantly horny expression on his face. Clearly, he was jubilant at his success. No matter how confident he had sounded, surely he must have had his doubts. As he fucked me hard, my massive tits started moving up and down my chest. Alan admired them with a smile for a few seconds and then put his rough paws on them. He started mashing and pinching them, hard enough to make me wince, as he kept fucking me.

A few minutes later, he leaned forward, pushing my legs inwards so they were just inches away from my boobs. I could feel the pressure in my waist as my body was bent in a yoga-like posture with my ass raised from the bed. In this position, as he fucked me, his balls started making an obscenely loud noise as they slapped against my butt. His fucking was now having an effect and I was breathless as well as thoroughly enjoying what his dick was doing to my cunt.

he started grunting as he started pumping me harder, and I grunted in response, almost in unison. My grunts were peppered with moans of pain as his fingers pinched my engorged nipples really hard. As Alan;s grunts intensified and he fucked me even harder, the bed started shaking. I thought he was about to cum soon. But he kept going. By now, my back was starting to hurt because of the position i was in for that long.

S I slid my legs off his shoulders, straightened them, and then instinctively, wrapped them around his waist and pulled him in even more. Not that he needed any pulling in. He was already fucking me as deep as was possible. I looked at Pavan who looked absolutely fascinated by the sight of this ugly old man fucking his wife so hard. Alan also looked at Pavan, smiled and started fucking me even harder. So hard that there was barely any gap between the slapping sounds made by his balls on my butt.

I was ecstatic at the fucking I was receiving, but my thighs were starting to hurt again with this ceaseless pounding. Alan had been fucking me for what seemed like at least 45 minutes. And he kept going and going. I felt another orgasm approach and I shivered. Alan seemed to notice and I heard him let out a loud grunt. Finally, he started cumming in massive waves. I felt his seed splash the inside of my cunt and I felt my own orgasm as being imminent. I tightened the grip of my feet around his waist and pulled him in.

Alan's cum kept filling me up and I kept willing my orgasm to hit. But he got done depositing his seed inside me just seconds before I could have another massive orgasm. He let out a loud hoarse grunt and collapsed on top of me. His paunch pushed against my flat stomach and I could feel his chest hair rub against my tits. This had been wonderful. But I was still annoyed at missing out on another orgasm by just a few seconds. I kept my legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer.

I put my arms around his back, hugged him tight and a moan escaped my lips. I wanted him to keep going. Even if he was done cumming, his semi erect dick was still bigger and thicker than Pavan's fully erect one. But Alan wasn't resuming the fucking. he lay on top of me writhing and heaving. We were both breathing very hard. A short while later, we regained our breaths.

Then I felt Alan's mouth on top of mine. He was kissing me! For some reason, after all that he had been doing to me that night, the kiss felt odd, almost wrong. Plus, despite his great skills with his dick, he wasn't much of a kisser. But his enthusiastic swordplay with his tongue inside my mouth and his dribbling spittle made me respond in kind. We kissed sloppily and clumsily like two amateurs for a few minutes. If I could have, i would have broken the kiss very early. but Alan kept depositing saliva in my mouth which I let drool from the side of my lips.

Then Alan pushed himself up by his hands and started pulling away from me. My legs were still locked around his waist. I still wanted that second orgasm.

"No....please..." I heard myself saying in a pathetically plaintive voice, begging him to keep fucking me.

If Alan took my continued hunger as a compliment, he didn't show it. He frowned and rudely responded,

"Yeah, in a minute slut." and pulled away from the grip of my legs. His dick, now going back to normal, slipped out of my cunt. And I lay there with my legs wide open as his cum oozed out. That's when panic hit me. Oh god! Alan had cum inside me. And in massive quantities. What if....!

Suddenly our conversation from the dance floor replayed itself in my mind. Alan asked me if I was on the pill. I responded saying it was none of his business. Then laughed away his concerns of having to pay child support. Oh how stupid I had been. I was so caught up in Alan's seduction that I hadn't even thought of asking him to wear a condom.

Staring at the roof with panic sweeping all over me, I quickly did some period math in my head. And then I felt a little relieved. By my calculations, I should have stopped ovulating a day or two ago. Getting pregnant now was very very unlikely. There was the matter of STDs of course. But that horse, I figured had already bolted the barn.

Relieved I turned my attention away from the roof. And was surprised to see the bedroom was empty. When I had been caught up in my calculations, Alan and Pavan had gone to the living room. I could hear them moving about. I got up to join them. But I felt an intense cramp in my right thigh and I fell back on the bed on my ass. My body started hurting. And I felt really tired.

This was a new sensation. I had grown up playing basketball and volleyball, had a great stamina and always considered myself really fit, even after turning 30 a couple of years back. But Alan's assault had taken its toll. For the first time in my life, I actually felt like a 32 year old. I felt so exhausted and worn out.

I was about ready to curl up and fall asleep when i noticed Alan step into the doorway.

"Finish the fucking drink and let yourself out."

I heard him say, presumably to Pavan. And then he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

----

Alan walked towards the bed, still naked. I watched his ugly body in morbid fascination. His flaccid dick was still impressively long, and his balls were massive. No wonder the bulge in his speedo had been so huge. The dick swayed from side to side and his his thighs as we walked to the bed and sat down on it. He flashed me a triumphant smile.

"Where is Pavan?" I asked.

"Outside. Having a drink."

"I heard you telling him to..."

"Let himself out? Yeah. He's seen enough for him to jack off to for a year."

Alan cackled and laid down next to me and started gently fondling my boobs.

"You were right about him. He did want to see me..." I trailed off, unable to say what was true.

"See you get fucked like a whore by someone else? Yeah, he did. You should have let him watch when you fucked other men."

"Alan. I HAVE NOT fucked other men since Pavan came into my life."

Alan started laughing. I looked at him with a cross expression on my face. He stopped laughing and playing with my boobs.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes!"

"I am the only other man you've fucked apart from your husband? That sounds a little too cliched Indian to me."

"I didn't say the ONLY man." I explained. "The first man since Pavan and I started dating and got married."

"And how many before?"

"Enough." I said and laughed.

"How many?"

"About half a dozen, give or take."

"That sounds more like it. So why did you stop after marriage?"

"Because I got married!" I said.

"Didn't stop you tonight." Alan said and proudly put his hand on my pussy, as if to mark his conquest.

"Tonight was...... different. there was a lot of drama building up to it."

"How so?"

I started telling Alan about Pavan's jealousy and insecurity issues. Our fights over Jeff. But a few sentences into it, and Alan put his hand up.

"You know what? I don't give a shit about your problems, you slut." he said in that masterful voice. He seemed to effortlessly switch between the playful voice for banter and the commanding voice for dominance. I obeyed, as if under a spell and fell silent.

"Go wash yourself down there." Alan said pointing to my oozing cunt which had formed a puddle on the bed. "You look like a street whore!"

I pliantly got up and started stepping off the bed. As I passed over him, Alan spanked my ass hard, and said, "Dirty curry cunt!"

I spent a few minutes in the shower, washing Alan's sticky semen off my body. I dried myself and came out of the bedroom. Alan was sitting on the bed, still naked. As I approached the bed, he yanked me hard by my hand and made me fall on the bed on my back. My legs were hanging over the side of the bed.

Alan then got on the floor and parted my legs. Without saying anything, he put his tongue right on my clit.

"Ohhhhh!" I let out a moan, wondering if Pavan was still there.

Alan's thick raspy tongue started lathering over my clit, teasing it and pleasuring it. I closed my eyes and was transported back to Goa, where Nigel had been doing the exact same thing before his wife walked in on us. Alan's magic started working its way on me again, now through his tongue and I started moaning and writhing again.

I was wrong in expecting Alan to get me off with his tongue soon. He seemed to be doing it as a game. He would work my clit with his tongue for a few minutes, and as soon as my breasts started heaving as an orgasm approached, he would pull away and laugh, leaving me frustrated and wanting. He did this 5 times for almost twenty minutes until my clit was aching for release. The sixth time he had mercy and finally carried it all the way through. when the orgasm hit, all the teasing seemed worth it. Maybe because of the build-up and false finishes, that orgasm I had was more intense than any I had had playing with myself or with Pavan going down on me.

As I lay there breathless, recovering from the orgasm, there was a knock on the door.

"Is that Pavan?" I asked.

Alan didn't respond. He reached for a bathrobe sitting on the dresser, and put it on. He walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him. I heard some voices and I tried to make out if it was Pavan.

A few seconds later, the bedroom door opened and Alan walked in. Then I got the shock of my life as he was followed by a room service waiter pushing a cart with food on it. I was splayed out on the bed, my legs open, my bare pussy on display and my tits heaving. Watching him was a shock that rendered me immobile for a couple of seconds. The waiter also noticed me lying there naked and seemed a little taken aback.

He stopped for a second, but then continued pushing the cart in. I was feeling very embarrassed and immediately sat up and folded by knees in front of me to hide my boobs. I wrapped one arm around the knees and put the other one of my crotch to hide my pussy. I was blushing and looked away from the waiter. In my head, I was cursing Alan for embarrassing me like this.

"Just put it all on the bed next to the naked slut." Alan said.

"Yes, Sir." the waiter politely replied. He was being very professional and nonchalant after the initial display of surprise.

I sneaked a look at him as he put the trays on the bed. I recognized him vaguely. I had seen him around the casino and he would always greet me with a smile.

"You know, this slut's Indian." Alan said in a boastful voice. There's something called trophy wives. At that moment, I realized I was a trophy slut.

"I see, Sir." he said, continuing his work with a poker face.

Alan probably expected a high five or something. But the waiter was being professional. I felt my discomfort subside a little. I felt thankful for the waiter's courteous attitude. There was silence for a few seconds as he finished putting the trays and plates on the bed, and he straightened.

"She's not from some whorehouse, you know." Alan said, trying to further impress the waiter.

"I am aware, Sir." the waiter politely responded.

"You are aware?"

"Yes, Sir. I know Ma'am is a guest at the Venetian too. I have seen her before."

I felt even more embarrassed thinking about what was going through the waiter's mind. He had seen me around the casino with my handsome husband. And now he walks into a suite to find me naked with an ugly old fart.




Old Man and Indian Wife Ch. 03



"You want to watch me fuck her in the ass?" Alan asked with a wink.

"Thanks for the offer, Sir. But I'm afraid I am on the clock." the waiter said and strode out of the bedroom.

Alan watched him walk out of the suite, and wore an angry expression on his face.

"Fucking thankless and snobby staff at this place!" he said. "I show him such a fine slut all naked and he acts like it's a Christmas decoration."

I didn't respond to what he said. my mind was occupied elsewhere.

"The ass?" I asked, petrified.

"Huh?"

"What did you say to him?"

"What? That i was going to fuck you in the ass? Yeah, that's the plan." Alan said matter-of-factly.

I snorted derisively and put on a semblance of authority.

"Alan, I am NOT....I repeat NOT taking that," I pointed towards his crotch. "in the ass."

It's not that I had never had anal sex before. I had tried it with some of my ex-es. Managed to bear the pain and get fucked back there. I just did't enjoy it. And I was glad that Pavan didn't have any desire to fuck me in the ass either. So my sex life for close to a decade had been free of anal sex. And I certainly had no intentions of letting Alan's gargantuan dick tear my ass apart.

Plus at that moment, I was too tired and worn out. I didn't even want to have regular sex for a while, forget anal. I had been contemplating getting dressed and going back to my room.

Alan just smiled and walked towards me. then his expression turned stern and he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up until I was on my knees on the bed.

"Listen you filthy Indian cunt." he said in a menacing voice. "Earlier tonight I told you what was going to happen. You laughed it off and tried to put your foot down. See how that ended. You're naked on my bed with your jugs hanging out. Now here me say this. I AM going to fuck you in the ass. And you're going like it!"

He was pulling my hair so hard that it was hurting. I was scared he might pull off a part of my scalp. He then released my hair. But that relief was only momentary.

I didn't even see his hand coming. The slap landed squarely across my cheek and knocked me over on the bed. He jumped on the bed, pulled me up by the hair and slapped me again. Tears welled up in my eyes. But I also started feeling turned on. I was actually enjoying being slapped around! I always knew I had submissive tendencies and enjoyed being treated rough and being dominated. But i never thought that those tendencies extended to being slapped around. Far from being mad at him, I actually felt a sense of satisfaction. And almost waited for his next slap.

It didn't come. As I felt my cheeks burn, he now pulled me across his lap. I felt his flaccid dick rub against my stomach as my face hit the bed. Then the spanking started. And this time, Alan didn't hold back. these weren't playful sexual blows. These were administered as hard as he could, with the intentions of hurting me.

Hurt it did. I cried, but they were tears of pain as well as pleasure. I was feeling exhilarated by this ugly old man raining blows on me like that, making my ass cheeks hurt. After about two dozen hardcore blows, he stopped. My ass cheeks hurt like no part of me had ever hurt before. And I lay there in Alan's lap, a weepy slobbering mess.

He guided me to the food he had ordered while I was in the bathroom. Alan had ordered steak and eggs with a chocolate cake. He said that food would give me the strength to last all night. I was famished. I ate like a pig, having built up an appetite with all the sex. plus, i remembered, I hadn't really eaten much at dinner. I finished off everything on my plate really soon.

Five minutes later, I was on my knees, with my head bent over Alan's crotch as I sucked his dick. He had fetched a vial of moisturizer and was rubbing it all over my asshole. He had laid the plan out very clearly. I was to suck his dick and get him ready for the fuck. Meanwhile he would work with his fingers and use the moisturizer as a lubricant to get my asshole ready for the fuck.

I winced as he inserted one lubricated finger into my asshole. He kept telling me to relax my muscles completely and I just moaned assent in response. His hardening dick was in my mouth, after all. After using one finger to fuck my asshole for a couple of minutes, he inserted another one in. this hurt a little less. And I was consciously working on relaxing everything down there. After that, Alan worked even more slowly.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror - naked on bed with an ugly geriatric. On my knees with my ass pointed upwards. I could see his fingers buried in my ass. And his dick buried in my mouth. Not even in my wildest fantasies had I pictured myself in a situation so depraved.

It was twenty minutes before he was able to slip in his fourth finger. My ass hurt, but with all the lubrication, it actually felt okay. meanwhile Alan's dick was now completely erect. I actually started beliving Alan's repeated assurances that I would be able to take his dick.

"It's go time!" he announced, and told me to stay on my knees with my ass pointing up. He threw a pillow towards me, telling me to squeeze it or bite it if the pain got unbearable. I closed my eyes and braced for the worst. I felt Alan pour another big dollop of moisturizer over my anus and smeared it around and inside it with two fingers which now entered quite easily.

"Remember, relax and stay relaxed." Alan sternly said and I felt his dick push against my anus.

The fingering had only prepared my asshole for this asshole to a certain extent. It still hurt like a bitch when Alan started pushing his dick in. I hollered in pain, scared that he would tear my anus apart. He kept pouring moisturizer around his dick as he progressed. After he inserted the whole helmet head inside, it got a little easier. It reminded me a little of giving birth to Chintu. How the pain subsided after I managed to push his head out.

I still kept howling, but less loudly as Alan kept pushing more and more of his dick inside my butt. At one point he stopped, and then started fucking me. Physically, it did NOT feel good. It never does. I was however turned on by the situation more than anything else. Here I was, a married woman and mother, was being buggered mercilessly by a monster dick belonging to a shady old man.

Alan added to the pleasure by fingering my clit as he kept fucking my ass. My howls stopped after a while. My intenstines seemed to have adjusted to Alan's presence. Plus the moisturizer was providing much needed help as well. After a while, I was bent over, moaning at his fingers playing with my clit, and feeling an odd sense of ease at being fucked in the butt.

The ass provides a lot more friction than a wet cunt does. So Alan came fairly early by his standards. Only twenty minutes. After he withdrew, cum started gushing out of my ass. I just lay there, resting on my knees and shoulders, shocked that yet another stage had been breached - being sodomized by an old man.

After a few minutes, I fell over on my side, curled into a ball, and closed my eyes. I was exhausted. Everything hurt - my jaws from the blowjobs, and my cunt and ass from the fucking. My thighs were cramping, my knees were sore with all the rubbing against the bed, and my boobs which had been mauled and pinched all night, also hurt. I fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

I was woken up by Alan;s thick tongue playing with my clit. I opened my eyes. It was still dark. The radio clock told me that it had been barely an hour since I fell asleep. My body still hurt. But Alan obviously wanted to go at it again. When he noticed that I had finally woken up, he moved his knees so they were on either side of my shoulders. His semi-erect dick slapped on the cheek as it fell. I understood what was to be done. And we started 69-ing. Ten minutes later, I was on my hands and knees, being fucked in my cunt doggy style.

This time Alan lasted so long that I thought I would pass out before he came. It was a little over 70 minutes of incessant fucking, and my body fighting off all sorts of cramps when he finally deposited his load inside of me. Then another nap for 45 minutes. Then buggering. This time Alan fucked me in the ass while laying me on my back. When he deposited a significantly reduced amount of semen inside my bowels, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains. Sunshine filled the room. It was morning. Alan closed the curtains again and the room was dark once more.

I was feeling really tempted to back to sleep right there on his bed. But I was afraid that he'd wake me up again in a little while. My body was at breaking point. I needed proper rest.

"I am going to take a shower and go back to my room." I said, my thighs and knees hurting as I walked to the bathroom.

"Okay. Meet me in the lobby at... 6." Alan nonchalantly said, and turned over on his side.

When I showered and got came out, he was snoring. I searched all over the suite for my clothes. My skirt was in one corner of the bedroom. My top was in the living room. I searched everywhere, but could not find my bra or panties. When I asked Alan about it later, he feigned ignorance, but I was positive he had hidden them so I would have to go back to my room without any underwear. I gave up looking for them, and got dressed.

The skirt was long enough to hide whatever mattered. But the top was low neck and sleeveless. With my massive boobs and big nipples straining against it, it would have been obvious to anyone who saw that I wasn't wearing a bra. I tried holding my purse in front of me but it wasn't much help. I just hoped and prayed that I wouldn't run into too many people on the way back to my room.

I walked out of the suite and went to the elevator. The waiter from last night was standing there with a cart of used dishes. When he saw me, he flashed me a polite smile and wished me good morning. I just blushed as I remembered that he had seen me completely naked a few hours back. I feebly nodded and said good morning back.

We waited wordlessly for a minute or so.

"I'm sorry, it takes a while for the elevators around this time. Lots of people checking out." the waiter politely explained, pushing the down button again. I nodded, hoping that the awkward encounter would end soon. Finally the elevator doors opened. I got in, followed by the waiter.

"So..... were you part of the contest prize as well?" he said.

"Excuse me?" I had no idea what he was saying.

"Mr. Brower there. He won an all expense paid stay in the suite because of a radio contest. Don't really see guests like him staying in the suite otherwise."

"Oh." I said. I wasn't too surprised. I had known from the word go that all talk about Alan being wealthy was bullshit. It made perfect sense that he could stay in the suite only because he had won it as a prize.

"So, were you part of the prize as well?" he asked. I looked at him with cocked eyebrows. "I am only asking because...well..someone like him...and someone like you...."

I didn't say anything. In a few seconds, the elevator stopped at my floor, and I got out, giving him a dirty look that said - "none of your business!" He flashed me a polite grin.

When I walked into our room, Pavan woke up and looked at me. I put my purse on the table and laid down next to him, thinking of something to say. There was so much I wanted to say. But I didn't find the right words. I hoped he would say something. But he lay there in silence as well. A while later, he got up and said he was going to the casino floor. I was exhausted anyway. I fell asleep in moments after he left.

I woke up shortly after noon, my cunt and ass aching. I got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and went down to the casino restaurant and had a hearty lunch. I saw Pavan at a blackjack table as I passed the casino area. He seemed to be having a good time. He didn't see me and high-fived someone next to him. I thought of going up to him, but decided against it.

Went back to the room, watched TV for a while and fell asleep again. When I woke up it was 5 PM. I got ready, wearing a stylish dress, and texted Pavan that I was going out with Alan. Pavan texted back - "ok".

When I met Alan in the lobby, he hugged me and felt me up in full view of everyone around, drawing curious stares. He then told me to go to the bathroom and get rid of my underwear. As we walked out onto the strip, I was getting quite a few stares from people who easily noticed that I had no bra on. At dinner, Alan sat next to me in a booth and played with my clit and my cunt throughout the meal. By the time the check came, I was ready to be fucked again.

We went back to the suite and Alan used and abused me to his heart's content - cumming three times in my cunt, twice in my ass, and once in my mouth making me swallow it all. One time, he fucked me standing up, which was an impressive feat for someone so much shorter than me. He ordered room service again and this time ordered me to stay naked and not hide my body. In fact, he told me to walk around and bend over a lot. A different waiter came this time, and was less polite than the first one. He blatantly checked out my naked tits, ass, and pussy for the whole time he was there.

The next night, after we were returning to the suite, we ran into Pavan in the elevator. He looked so awkward and pathetic, acting like a stranger around his own wife and her lover. Alan greeted him enthusiastically and made small talk. Then he invited Pavan to join us and watch. I expected Pavan to show some self-respect and decline. But he quietly came along.

As soon as we entered the suite, Alan dragged me to the couch, threw me over the armrest like the first night, and fucked me in the ass in front of Pavan. It was Alan's final dominant gesture towards Pavan - buggering his wife in front of him. Pavan looked shocked during the entire encounter.

That was the last night Alan had me to himself and he took full use of every second, not allowing me to sleep at all. In the morning, when Pavan and I headed to the airport, I was ready to pass out in the cab. I slept on the plane ride home, and we got back home where my sister was waiting for us with Chintu.

For the next few days, I expected the axe to fall. Any moment, I thought Pavan would walk in with divorce papers. And I had prepared myself to sign them. No matter how much he fantasized about seeing me with other men, surely whatever had happened was too much for him. But Pavan continued to act as if nothing had happened. As if everything was normal.

He did seem to get his sexual appetite back though. He started fucking me like the Pavan I used to know. Rough, hard, and passionately. I often saw doubt in his eyes, as if he was wondering if I was satisfied with the sex. I was. But I knew that he wouldn't believe me even if I said so.

As days went by, this charade of normalcy started eating away at me. I was ridden with feelings of guilt as well as anger. How could we continue like this? How could Pavan even stand having me around after all that had happened? Did he have no self-respect? or was he that depraved and perverted himself?

I noticed that he stopped bothering me about my friendship with Jeff. In fact, a few things Pavan said implied that he assumed that I was also sleeping with Jeff, and that he was fine with it. I found his insinuations frustrating and amusing. Before Vegas, he was upset at me assuming that I had done something wrong. Now, he was acting magnanimous by acting like he was okay with me doing something I had not. The one thing I had done wrong - in front of him - he neither stopped nor talked about.

Of course, I hadn't even thought about sleeping with Jeff. or with anyone else for that matter. It's not like that weekend with Alan "released an inner slut" or something. I treated whatever had happened as a one time thing. Alan had given me his contact details in Maryland, and asked me to visit him or call him over if I wanted. I had no intentions of ever doing that. I didn't give him my contact details when he asked for them.

I went back to being a mother to Chintu, and at the very least, a co-companion to Pavan. But I didn't feel like his wife anymore. I still loved him, but I could not see how this sham of a marriage could continue, no matter how much the sex had improved. After a few weeks of thinking it over, I decided to ask him for a divorce.

And then I was late. I was never late. When it was 5 days past usual and my period still hadn't started, I freaked out and bought a home pregnancy test. And my worst fear was realized. I was pregnant. All my calculations had gone wrong. I was carrying a child in my womb, possibly Alan's spawn.

After our return from Vegas, Pavan had fucked me a couple of times without wearing a condom. So without telling him, I started taking the pill. I hated the pill. It gave me headaches. But I couldn't afford to not use it. If only I had started using it earlier. At the very least, taken morning after pills in Vegas. Now I was going to have a baby and I didn't know if it was Alan's or Pavan's.

I thought it over for a couple of days and decided to break the news to Alan and Pavan together. I called up Alan and asked him to come to our place in New Jersey. He agreed readily, and I thought he was assuming it was for more sex. But when he came over, he acted like a normal nice old man. He had bought a gift for Chintu - a cheap little action figure. He kept his hands to himself and didn't act in an appropriate manner at all. It was almost like he was an uncle who had come over to visit. After a while, took me to the side in the kitchen while I was cooking, when Chintu was in the living room.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" he asked with a smile.

"How the hell...." I asked in amazement.

"If there is one thing you should know about me by now Shipra, it's that I can see several steps ahead." his voice went from the nice gentle uncle back to the domineering lover who had ridden roughshod over me a month ago.

"I don't know whose it is yet. Pavan also..."

"He also fucked you bareback. It doesn't matter. You KNOW my sperm's gonna beat his out any time." Alan said and spanked me on my ass and chuckled.

He walked to the living room and I heard him talk to Chintu in that friendly grandpa voice. Well, Alan had taken it pretty well, I thought to myself. I wondered how Pavan would react. Soon the door opened and he walked in. I washed my hands and went out. It was obvious from the look on Pavan's face that it was his worst nightmare come true.

Throughout dinner, Pavan sat there like he had seen a ghost. Alan was carrying out most of the conversation. He "admitted" to us something I always knew. He wasn't some billionaire. He worked in a Walmart, that too part-time. When he said that Pavan looked at me triumphantly. I didn't react. I always knew his claims were bullshit. And it didn't change anything. I would've been seduced by him that weekend even if he had been a penniless pauper. ---

After dinner, I took Chintu to his room to put him in bed and read him a bedtime story. I heard Pavan ask Alan if he would like some brandy. Alan said he'd love some. I was relieved that Pavan had at least recovered from the shock enough to be courteous. How long that would last after I told him what I had to, I didn't know.

Ten minutes later I came back to the living room. Both men were sitting on two different couches. Almost instinctively, I felt myself starting to head to Alan's side. After all, that's how it had been in Vegas. from the poolside table to the restaurant to the suite to the bed, whenever I was in the presence of these two men, I was on Alan's side. But this, I reminded myself, was Pavan's house. I sat down next to him. I looked at his confused face. No point in dragging this out, I thought.




Old Man Badger and Me



Badger just loved to sniff cock. At first that's all it seemed he wanted. He'd call me his ginger boy - for obvious reasons. He was a guy of about seventy and somehow really turned me on, and me? I was only twenty but as Badger would say, a real handful - and I knew what he meant. I shall never know why but he gave me the time of my life in his small front living room in Chelsea.

It's funny how it all started really. I was doing a little painting for people to bring in some extra cash. I had put a small ad on my local board. Badger called saying he wanted his Loo painted so I went around and as he was hard-up did it for him for almost nothing, just the cost of the paint and a minimal charge. I am glad I did!

It sort of developed from there really. We got friendlier. I used to go around to his place about twice a week. I came to feel sorry for the lonely old guy and if I could put some joy into his life, why not!

Usually on my arrival he would greet me with an open smile, his eyes glowing with joy, welcoming me his Ginger boy and lavishing me with coffee and cake.

"You don't have to go this far, Badger, you can't afford it!"

But he returned that I was worth it. That it was the least he could do for all that I was for him. Then somehow, our relationship grew. We sat close and it was then I soon realised he wanted more than just my company. Well he was lonely wasn't he? And even though he was old I guess he still had certain needs. Needless to say he was soon helping me to very slowly drop my pants, his hands shaking with excitement. He would sit on his reclining chair and, when I removed my pants he would like me to stand astride him, facing him with all my tackle.

For a while he was content just to examine me, asking me to occasionally move this way or that, to open a tad wider and then turn and bend for him so he could sniff me up at the back. To say it was all very bizarre at the beginning would be an understatement but never the less I grew to enjoy his examinations of me down under, the way he sniffed and complimented me.

"May I stretch your bum cheeks apart, would like to sniff you between you see?" he asked, 

"I'd love you too," I replied, " just enjoy. Do what you want, old man - I am yours." But there was me praying he wouldn't have a heart attack, the way he was shuddering as I heard him sniffing me up there, grunting and moaning I could tell he was delighted.

"It is truly divine, Ginger. I shall tell you something personal, when my wife was alive she'd do this for me. One of my real likes was to sniff her under her skirt as she perched over me, then she'd smother me with her warm wonderful feminine wetness. You are different though, just as good though, but enchanting to say the least. Ginger you have a wonderful arse and balls. I love to see them hang like this. May I play with them, and caress your arse too, that would be so nice?"

"Like you did with your Mrs.?" I asked.

But Badger didn't hear me because already he was immersed between my arse cheeks, cupping my balls. I felt the touch of what must have been his tongue licking me up there. Reminded me of the first time I was sucked and licked with my then girl friend in the back row of a cinema. She loved to suck cock. I think that is all she did the whole film through. I nearly always came about three times before the end! First time old Badger had done that though. Up to now it was just the sniffing, he'd spent a good hour doing that, asking me to turn around so he could sniff my cock again and then the way he would stretch back my foreskin to get a stronger whiff of my primed cock - which by that time was in full pitch, throbbing and all! To think a little old man could do that for me but he did. It was something about that touch, the way he sniffed and his reaction to all that, seeing the absolute joy on his face, it was all so nice really. It turned out he was a really kinky old man because he asked me if I could save a pair of my soiled briefs, preferably one's I had wanked and slept in and then worn through the following day. Then he wanted me to put them into one of those plastic zip bags so they would keep them fresh. So that he could sniff the scent of me whenever he wanted. He said he would keep them under his pillow. He was a real sniff freak of the highest order. No glue sniffing for Badger but scent of another kind- my kind and my cock was always ready to please. Yet all that I found was a real turn on.

"Just move a little closer Ginger for me. I am going to ask you if I could do something I have never done before, but have often thought about, especially since I met you - and to be honest I think you are so nice, I would just love to..."

"Tell me, Badger. Promise I wont be shocked."

"Well I would really love to take our relationship another step further," he continued.

"Tell me." I prompted with my cock still high almost touching his face.

"Well it's like this, you have a lovely cock. I do so much love to sniff it and it drives me crazy to do other things."

His voice was getting really jittery at that point, he was getting himself in a real two and eight - but I realised what he wanted. I simply squeezed my cock, presenting the full head to him, stroking it against his lips, which made for a wonderful sensual experience. His eyes closed he was really enjoying, then I saw they were rolling as his lips started to move, then his tongue came out and he was starting to take little sips like a kid with a straw, mmm! It was so good. He opened his eyes then, looking up at me, I nodded prompting him to take it into his mouth. Little did I know it then but I was in for the most sexual sensual cock suck I had ever experienced, from any guy or girl, this beat them all and from a little old man, incredible!

What it was he was having such a ball he made sure he took every opportunity to enjoy me in as many positions as possible. He asked me to crouch over him and smother his whole face with my cock, balls and Arse, him sucking, licking and sniffing there all the time. Then he'd have me lay on the carpet, face up and him crouching across me, taking my cock from above as his fingers explored every sinew of me down under.

Now this went on for an hour, there seemed to be no stopping him. I asked if he would like me to do something for him but he said he couldn't raise an eyebrow let alone a hard- on these days - but he found a thrill in doing it to me - and if I liked I could let myself cum when ever I liked.

It didn't take long for that to happen, the way he deeply sucked me, squeezing my stiff erection like a toothpaste tube. He seemed to have made up his mind he was going to wank me off and take me in his mouth, this little crinkled old man - like he was chewing my cock as if there was no tomorrow, I relaxed and let it happen, no matter what - he seemed to want that, what the hell, if it spurted into his face - which it did and no mistake. But you know what? He thanked me for a truly wonderful time, and he was still sniffing me after I came, telling me that was good too and we must do it again next time.

It turned out that I have never had so much fun before, with a girl or anyone.

I soon discovered his many delights, like how once he smothered me in that powdered Parmesan cheese you can buy. I wondered what he was doing but when he said he liked it with cheese I got the picture. And you know something - it was a feeling out of this world, being peppered there with the cheese and afterwards having this old man suck and chew it of. Of course that started a president, because he tried all manner of things after that, seeing how much I enjoyed it. Once he tried strawberry jam, it was jolly sticky but never the mind, Badger soon licked it all up. He kept saying the succulent taste of cock combined with these flavours was a joy to behold. And of course, not to mention the proverbial arse, cock and ball sniffing he loved so much. He used often to say "Now what recipe today, Ginger?, cock and strawberry sauce surprise or, tell you what, how about trying it with some best butter, would you like that, Ginger, bet you would?"

What could I say! Just chilling and having this guy plaster my cock with butter was sheer delight and, my God! Did he like butter! "Goes with prime cock so well," he chuckled after, still licking the residue from h1s lips

He tried the squirty cream routine next, it was, well very sensual, he wanted to shave me there too, he'd keep the cuttings for keeps sake he said! I dreaded the thought but he said he was a barber and there was no fear, and true he gave it the most wonderful clean shave, "Easier when they're exited" he said, " Easier to shave when the cock is hard and the balls are firm, like a nice dabbing of cream after sir and anything for the weekend" he kidded. He had a ripe sense of humour and no mistake. But his after shave mArseage was another first down thereabouts, and it was probably one of the most thrilling and sensual feelings I had known, and then the way he sucked me again afterwards, with the usual sniffing of course, there was something about this old guy Badger.

So there you go, a true story of how it happened with me and an oldie - incredible, but absolutely true. Poor old Badger had a heart attack soon after, the night after we had another lasting session. But he died happy, he told me he would, he said that was one of the last things he wanted to do before he died, if he had the opportunity. Thanked me for that. And I was thankful to him for showing me an absolutely wonderful experience. 

Rest in peace Badger!