Indian Couple in Rioting Threesome

Saying this I came out of the hotel after paying the bills. I saw that the scene was far from encouraging. I could see some persons running with lathis (long sticks) in their hands towards some persons who were trying to escape. I could see a police van at a distance. I told Sudhir and Rekha, "I think we must leave without delay. Things are not looking good."

We were staying a long distance away and were wondering how we would reach our house. All three of us took the road towards bus stand in the hope that we shall at least get a bus to reach home. No buses were running; auto rickshaws and taxis also went off the roads. Now we were genuinely worried. Sudhir's house was at least 12 kilometers away from where we were. We just did not know what to do. After failing to find any taxi, auto rickshaw etc., we decided to walk. There was no other alternative. However, barely after about two kilometers, Rekha declared she could not walk any more. We were in a fix.

Suddenly there was a huge uproar. A group of stick wielding rowdies came running. They were picking on persons of the other community. We saw at some distance a man being beaten mercilessly by the crowds. I was scared. It was easy to be the target of the violent group running in our direction.

In the group of people coming in our direction, one of the persons noticed us. He shouted something and three people advanced towards Rekha making vulgar gestures.

As soon as we realized this, we started running. Some of the persons in the group started chasing us. I immediately pulled both Sudhir and Rekha aside and asked them to run behind me to hide ourselves in a lane. However they caught us. The people appeared to be goons. One of them caught Rekha's hand started pulling her. Sudhir got scared and ran away to some distance and hid behind a building.

I could not control myself. I was in fit of rage. Without bothering about consequences, I went close to the boy, hit him with my feast. The boy did not expect this. He fell to the floor bleeding. Two of his mates started fighting with me. One of them hit me with a stick in the back. The other fellow caught me by the neck and hit me with his feast several times. They hit me on the back and below my waist with a stick. I had a deep scratch just below my navel and it started bleeding. I was stronger than both of them. I pushed one of them with great force. He stumbled on the pavement and hit a pole. Some other young men came up to fight with me.

I stood there with my chest bulging and eyes blazing. Now there were five persons surrounding me. I was no great fighter. But I was fit and strong. The boys surrounding me had sticks (called lathis) in their hands. They started hitting me. I snatched a lathi from the hands of one of the persons and was vehemently swinging it in all directions to good effect. Suddenly there was a bang in my head. I was out cold.

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I woke up feeling groggy. I opened my eyes and realized that it was late evening. My head was paining. I was unable to recollect the exact sequence of happenings. I remembered the bang in my head caused by a stick hitting my head with a force.

After that it was blank. I tried to get up. Suddenly a pair of delicate hands pushed me from behind to enable me to sit up in my bed. I looked behind me and saw Rekha Bhabhi supporting me from behind. Her hair was loose and flowing all over face and body in front and behind. She looked freshly bathed and lovingly fresh. She was wearing what appeared to be an old worn out night gown. The gown was almost half open from front. So many buttons were missing. With one hand she was holding the front partition of her gown trying to prevent exposing her body. It took no effort to realize that she was not wearing anything underneath.

"You have not completely recovered from your injury", said Rekha. "I am however glad to see that you have recovered quite well in the last two hours or so." She finished. I understood that I was in semiconscious state for more than an hour after I was hit by a rioter on the head. I mumbled something trying to convey that I am OK now. Sudhir was standing a corner of the room wearing a towel; looking out of the window. He turned to look at me hearing our conversation. He asked, "How are you feeling hero?" I was not in a position to answer his question. I again mumbled something meaning I was OK.

SAYS SUDHIR

Raj was always my and my wife's ideal. Rekha was so impressed with him that she would always point out his plus points and my minus points to me. At times it made me jealous; but I also liked Raj and would be happy most of the times by hearing his praise from Rekha. Many times I hearing this I would tease her asking, "Would you like to sleep with him?" She would look at me with raised eyebrows in indignation but not say anything which was good enough reason for me to suspect that the answer could have been yes.

Coming back to continue the story, after Raj fell there was police siren. Hearing that, the goons, who had attacked Raj and Rekha; ran away leaving Raj on the road and Rekha crying and shouting for help.

I then came out of hiding and picked up Raj and lifted him with Rekha's help. Rekha looked at me with utter contempt and was all admiration for Raj. I could not blame her. Rekha and I pulled semi conscious Raj to a nearby lane where my widowed aunt lived. She was poor and had many health problems. She lived on ground floor. When she saw Raj hurt and heard about our problems, she was kind to let us in and asked us to lift Raj upstairs to her one bedroom. I and Rekha with some difficulty hauled Raj up the stair case to bring him to aunty's room.

I and Rekha were very tired. We were full of sweat. There was no doctor available nearby and in any case, Rekha had some knowledge of medicine and first aid. She said, "His injuries are superficial. I think there is no need to worry. He should be awake soon." I got some pain killer medicines from my aunt, which Rekha made Raj to swallow.

I had also brought some antiseptic and ointment, which she applied on Raj's bruises.

After putting Raj to rest on the bed, Rekha declared that she was tired. She said she smelled of sweat and needed to wash and bath. Saying this she got up to be ready to go for a shower.

She removed her saree and laid it neatly on a table. Then she removed her blouse and petticoat and similarly placed it on the table. Now she was in her bare minimum clothing: panties and bra. She then took the towel from the cupboard and wrapped it around her to cover her up from chest to the knee and then she removed her bra and panties from under the towel.

All this time, she was aware that I was looking at her, her body and her activities with keen interest. She might have been also aware that I was unable to control my erection. My cock was expanding looking at my dear wife.

She carried all her clothing to the bathroom to wash. After some 15 minutes, she came out of the bathroom wearing my aunt's night gown. Her hair was loose and flowing all over her face and back. The gown, Rekha was wearing, was the only thing she could find to wear in the room, which could fit her somewhat. When I went down to ask for medicines from my aunt for Raj, my aunt had already gone to sleep and I had to wake her up for medicine once. Rekha did not have the courage to go and wake her up again to ask for her clothes.

Raj opened his eyes just a little saw us nodded his head and closed them and went back to sleep. We heaved a sigh of relief. He was still half asleep. Although, we saw that his injury was not deep, I was hoping he should be ok. Raj also was stinking with sweat and I thought it would be a good idea to wash Raj in the bathroom. That way he might wake up fully. Rekha was initially hesitant, but then she agreed. I with Rekha's help, took Raj into the bathroom and soaked the towel in water and wiped his face, neck and chest.

I saw some blood stains on Raj's trousers. I told Rekha, "Oh, Rekha, look. There are blood stains on his trousers. He has been hurt here also." I pointed at his trousers. She knelt down to look. Even in the semi conscious or unconscious state Raj's penis was half erect as could be seen from the bulge on his trousers.

Rekha saw the bulge and blushed. I touched that point to show Rekha some stains. Instead Rekha was avoiding looking there. I said "I will hold him, you remove his trousers." I used all my strength to keep Raj standing, whilst Rekha was using her force kneeling down to remove Raj's trousers. I realized that she was finding it tough to remove his trousers.

After working on his belt she pushed down his trousers and what we saw! Raj's underwear, which had a stretch band, came down with his trousers. Raj's dress fell down on bathroom floor and was soaked in water. His lund (penis in Hindi language); uncurling like a sleeping snake waking out of deep slumber; came out of the confinement of the underwear.

Rekha almost fell on the floor looking at the huge tool in front of her eyes. His cock was almost seven inches long and very thick. Without realizing what she was saying, Rekha exclaimed, "My God! How can it be sooo big. It is biiiiiggg!!." She was unable to remove her eyes from his tool for some seconds. I was looking at her expressions with amazement.

With great difficulty she took her eyes off Raj's cock, quickly did some wiping action with Dettol antiseptic, applied some ointment on bruises, got up and raised the stretchable belt of the wet underwear up. Still stunned, she came out of the bathroom, went to the bed and sat down. Any wife would naturally compare any other penis with her husband's penis. My penis is hardly 4 inches long, when fully erect. Raj's was at least seven inches long even in half erect state. It looked like a radiator hose.

I looked at the expressions on Rekha's face. Her face was pale white. She was displaying strange expressions, literally in a state of shock. I told Rekha, "Come on be quick, remove his trousers and under wear and wash his body quickly; I am finding it difficult to hold him."

She quickly did as she was told and wrapped a towel around Raj's waist. We saw scratches below his navel. The scratches had bled slightly and some blood stained Raj's trousers. We both looked at each other. Rekha wiped Raj's tummy, waist and wiped his navel with Dettol anti-septic and then reached below the waist. As soon as she came to wipe the body parts below waist she could not avoid looking at Raj's half swollen cock.

I saw that Rekha was rather flustered. This was the first time she had seen any adult person's cock other than mine. As I said earlier, my penis is at best slightly more than three inches long when fully erect. I was unable to have a proper intercourse with Rekha. Many times, Before I entered Rekha, I had a tendency to ejaculate. I always got so excited when having sex with her. I ejaculated so early that I thought Rekha was almost always dissatisfied. However, as a good Indian wife, she did not show it and always pretended as if she enjoyed the sex. However, I could see through her disappointed expressions. I suspected that when she saw Raj's cock, she might be wondering how it would feel like, to have all of it into her.

After completing her job, Rekha went back and sat in the room on the bed. I again called her to help me haul Raj to the bed room. Raj was coming to consciousness and was mumbling something. Rekha had done some first-aid training and she bandaged Raj. I looked out from window. Outside, the situation was pretty bad. I thought we would be lucky if we were able to leave this place and return home even the next day. There was heavy curfew all over the city.

I was also tired and the day's happenings were too much for me. I needed to relax. I smelled of sweat. I went to take a shower, washed my clothes, squeezed them and returned wearing a towel. I hung my wet clothes on a clothes line in the balcony. There was nothing else to wear but ladies clothes. Our clothes were already too wet to wear. I took one towel from the shelf and wrapped it around me. It was better than nothing. I preferred it to wearing a saree.

In the meanwhile, Rekha was examining Raj's injuries. Raj had minor bruises; nothing serious. "Thank God" she said and then seeing Raj waking up, taking a deep breath; she looked at Raj and said, "I thank you for saving my life"

SAYS REKHA

I was so grateful to Raj. He risked his life to save me from those goons. As soon as I saw him waking to consciousness, I thanked him for saving my life. To this Raj replied, "I thank you for saving my life now. We are quits." After saying that; he smiled. His teeth were shining and his face was so charming that I felt like kissing him. He was tall, stylish and smart and talked so well. I always felt proud of him. He was so handsome and dashing and so sexy! However, I always restrained myself from expressing my admiration for him lest my husband Sudhir should feel offended.

However, now came the time when I could express my affection; because Raj had done something, which both I and Sudhir admired equally. On the other hand, Sudhir felt guilty for not having joined Raj in fighting the goons. So I went near Raj as soon as he woke up and pulled him into tight embrace with me. I pulled his head down to my bosom. I was thrilled doing so as it was my secret desire that Raj should touch and squeeze my breasts. I was excited seeing Raj in this condition so close to me and I was hoping that I would have the opportunity to have as much physical contact with Raj as possible.

From my adolescence, I was fascinated about sex. I wanted to know more and more about sex and how it felt to have sex. In the society that we lived in at that time; not much information was available. We girls were thoroughly discouraged to talk about sex and have any close interaction with boys. I was fascinated about my breasts. How they grow. It was frightening seeing blood oozing out of me when I was about eleven or twelve. I ran to my mom. She calmed me down and told me it's ok. This only conveyed to me that there is nothing to be alarmed. I wanted to know why it happens. Later I learned that this happened only to girls and not to boys. Whatever little I learned from other girls through hushed talks; added more to my confusion rather than knowledge.

In my late teens; I was thrilled to see my breasts grow. I had some typical feelings when I touched my own breasts. If by accident someone else touched them; I felt some kind of exhilaration. I was unable to understand this. Just before the first night of my marriage my young married women friends told me about excitement of sleeping with a man. I was more confused. I saw my parents sleeping together daily; but I thought nothing of it at that time. My marriage with Sudhir made me understand somewhat, the real meaning of sex. He told me many things about sex. However I soon realized that he felt sorry for me and for himself because he felt that he had a small penis. I never saw any grownup male penis earlier.

Sudhir always loved to talk about Raj. How smart and descent he is, how affectionate and polite and friendly Raj was to Sudhir. I always felt that I knew Raj long before I met him. Secretly many times when I was engaged in sex with Sudhir, I imagined as if I was having sex with Raj!

Coming back to the present; I told Raj, "Relax. We are at the house of Sudhir's uncle. You were knocked unconscious. When you fell down, the people who attacked you thought that you were dead. There was a police siren and hearing that the crowd ran away in panic; leaving you and me behind. After that Sudhir came back from his hideout. He and I then dragged you and luckily came to this house, which belongs to Sudhir's Aunt. Sudhir's aunty was very kind and invited us in and gave us this room."

"Raj, but for your heroic fight with those goons, I could have been in deep trouble." Saying this, I got up and pulled his face very close to my chest. His face and half his body was covered by my wet loose hair. I held him so close that Raj could hardly breathe. I suspected Raj was moving his head as if feeling my breasts through the night gown. Sudhir could not see this as he had turned his back towards us and was looking out of the window or pretended to do so.

Raj was half sitting and half lying on bed. I saw that Raj's towel was rising from below his waist, showing that his cock started stiffening. Having earlier seen the huge rod of his, I was so curious to feel it that I was about to move my hand under the towel, touch and lovingly feel his semi erect cock and to play with it. I wanted to feel his balls in my palm. But as Sudhir was there; I controlled myself.

As Sudhir turned towards us, I gradually disengaged myself from Raj's embrace. Sudhir saw us in embrace. He smiled to me and Raj and said, "I feel so bad that Raj had to undergo so much pain for us. I felt sorry for myself that at the crucial moment I developed cold feet and ran away. I want you both to forgive me"

I saw that Sudhir was almost in tears. Raj called him nearer and embraced him whilst patting his back and said, "It's ok. It is good that none of us got hurt. What has happened to me is nothing. It is a small price to pay for qualifying as a friend of such a nice couple." Saying this he again displayed that wonderful charming smile of his.

I told Raj, "There are no men's clothes in the room. I can give you a saree or you may wear this towel for the night. Tell me what do you prefer?"

Looking at his own bulge and realizing that I was also surreptitiously looking at it, he felt embarrassed and decided that he will take a saree to wrap around him till the next morning. I told him that I had washed his clothes and hung them to dry on the clothes line in the window.

I brought some sandwiches; aunty had made for us and poured hot tea from the thermal flask for all of us to drink. We all ate those sandwiches heartily. I saw that Raj was now in his original element and was turning mischievous. Looking at my strange robe, he chided me saying "Rekha you look gorgeous in this outfit."

"You look sexy rather than gorgeous" added Sudhir.

I was feeling so embarrassed. My gown hardly covered my body. Half the buttons in the front were absent, revealing my breasts generously whenever I bent a little.

"I think it is time, Raj relaxed a little", I said clearing up dishes and chinaware. This was just the signal Sudhir was waiting for. Even otherwise he is lazy bones and that night he was also tired. He stretched on the bed and invited me to join him. There was no other place to sit or lie down. I sat by his side away from Raj. Raj stretched himself on bed lying on one of his shoulders with his back to us. He muttered a slight oomph. Sudhir and I got alarmed. I sat up on bed with concern asking "What happened. Are you in some pain?"

"No it's ok. Some slight itching in the bruise" said Raj.

"Do not scratch it. I shall just apply some ointment." I said and moved to his side between Raj and Sudhir. I applied the ointment and was trying to return to my place in the corner of the bed on the other side of Sudhir so that Sudhir is between me and Raj, when Sudhir held my hands, stopped me and said, "Better you sleep here. You never know when Raj may need some attention".

I hesitantly pulled up my gown to cover myself and stretched myself on the bed and lay on my back between Sudhir and Raj. I did not know what he meant by the word 'attention'. The bed was not made for three persons but was large enough to accommodate us. The men were wearing saree, which I realized did not cover them adequately. With the slightest turn on side, I knew; they could be exposed. I was between two almost half naked men, sensing their bodies and scent.