Indian sex stories

I work as a waitress at an upscale restaurant and most nights get home around midnight. Last week Sanju was out of town on business, we were slow at work, and I was cut loose about half past nine. Being wide awake and not wanting to go home to an empty house, I asked Ravi and Chintu, two of my best busboys, if they wanted to come to my place to have a few beers and play some cards.

They said sure, they would be there as soon as they cleaned up and closed their stations. Both Ravi and Chintu have been to our house before to help my husband with yard work or use our pool and Ravi house sits for us on occasions when we leave town, so I felt comfortable with both the guys. I had just changed into a tube top and shorts when they showed up.

We grabbed beers and went to the living room for a game of cards. Ravi sat on the couch, and I was a little to his left on the floor between the couch and coffee table with Chintu across from me. We had been drinking and playing for an hour or so when we got hysterical laughing about an older man who a week earlier came out of the rest room at work with his tie and shirttail hanging out of his zipper.

Ravi said. “Nothing hurts more than catching your foreskin in a zipper.” And Chintu said to him, “if your prick was circumcised that wouldn’t happen.” Feeling pretty loose by now, I said that I had never seen an uncircumcised prick before. As a matter of fact my husband’s was the only prick I’d ever seen except in a book or magazine.

That’s when Ravi stood up and said, “Would you like to see one?” I heard a voice saying, “Sure. Let’s see it,” and realized the voice was mine. Ravi said, “I’ll do it if you take your top off first.” I really couldn’t believe I was doing this. I just grabbed the bottom of my tube top, pulled it over my boobs, past my arms and over my head.

There I was, naked from the waist with bare boobs. I knew my nipples were rock hard and both guys were eyeing the hell out of my nakedness, and I, Mrs. Sweetie, was loving every second of it. I watched wide eyed, not believing this was happening but unable or not wanting to stop it, as Ravi undid his belt, slid his zipper down and began to lower his pants and underwear together.

I sat fascinated as I saw the first glimpse of his dark pubic hair, then all of it, then a quick flash of his manhood as it sprang free and hit his stomach. God, it was so thick and hard! I don’t know how long it took or even when I did it, but there I was raised up on my knees, playing with and kneading Ravi’s cock with my right hand and rubbing and caressing his hip and tight young ass with my left.

I loved pulling his foreskin up and over the head of his cock and back down, exposing the big plum shaped head of his cock. Now nothing mattered but raw sex. Pulling his foreskin down, I leaned forward, opened my mouth and with moans from both of us sucked Ravi’s beautiful dick to the back of my throat.

His moans equaled mine as he sat back on the couch and I greedily followed him with his cock in my mouth. I wanted to suck and eat every bit of his come. My mouth buried in Ravi’s lap and my ass sticking out and in the air must have been too much for Chintu because I felt him brushing, rubbing and kissing the back of my legs and ass.

As he began to pull my shorts and panties off and down my legs, I didn’t hesitate at all. I lifted one leg, then the other, so he could strip me naked. He didn’t waste any time. In seconds his hands were on my hips and I felt his hard cock pushing and poking at my wet pussy, and then he just slid all the way in.

God, it felt wonderful. Here I was, a married lady who’d never has sex with anyone but my husband, being serviced by two young studs at once. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it all. With both hands I reached up to play with Ravi’s hard nipples. With that he grabbed the back of my head, raised his hips up and began to fill my mouth with squirt after squirt of warm come.

I took every bit he had, and then swallowed it all in two big gulps. I tried to lick him clean, but Chintu was fucking me so hard that all I could do was bury my face in Ravi’s damp crotch and groan in pure bliss at Chintu’s every thrust. Suddenly Chintu tightened his grip on my hips, pushed his dick all the way into my pussy and filled it with his hot come, both of us yelling at the same time.

Chintu slipped slowly out of me, and I could feel some of his wetness leak out at the same time. At this point Ravi stood up and maneuvered me flat on my back on the carpet. He began to kiss and lick my nipples and, using his hand, play with my clit. That’s when I heard my self saying, “Ravi, fuck me. Please fuck me.”

He did just that. He spread my legs wide and I watched between my breasts as he slowly filled my cunt with his uncircumcised cock. He fucked me long and hard, and with a groan added his hot seed to Chintu’s. Both guys then dressed and, I think, feeling a little nervous, left.

I just lat there, legs spread, with drops of come on my pussy and the crack of my ass. After that when ever we got the chance I had them both together. Never know when Sanju will join the party. He will be very excited when he knows about it.