Rahul aur Pooja ki Kahani

"Bade khush naseeb ho yaar...badi khubsoorat aur sexy biwi hai tumhari." Sanjay boldly said. Both Rahul and Pooja were surprised by Sanjay's boldness. Typically a person from India would make such brazen statement about another man's wife.

Rahul just nodded and smiled politely not knowing how to respond.

"Okay...chalo let's mingle...maine tumhe apne friends se introduce karata hoon...dance floor bhi open hai...we will dance." He pointed towards the temporary dance floor that had been set up. A DJ was playing music.

Sanjay took them around introducing the couple to quite a few people at the party. Both of them made polite conversations, small talk with the people they introduced to. Finally he led them to three men who were standing in a corner talking amongst themselves.

"And these are my good friends also my business partners." Sanjay said pleasantly. "This is Ashfaq, Karim, aur Surinder..and this beautiful, newly married couple is Pooja and Rahul." Sanjay introduced all of them. Then he left the couple with the three men saying he will be right back.

The three men also looked to be middle-aged, either late forties or early fifties.

"Nice meeting you two." Karim said. "Tum dono ka nikah kab hua?"

"Abhi do mahine hue hain." Rahul told him. He could see the three of them only had eyes for Pooja.

"Pooja kaise mulakat hui Sanjay se tumhari?" Ashfaq asked Pooja completely ignoring Rahul.

"Woh hum log apne honeymoon ke liye cruise pe gaye thay...wahan pe." Pooja responded.

"Kaisa raha honeymoon...bahut enjoy kiya hoga Pooja tumne toh." Surinder said lecherously.

"Yeh jo tumne choora pehna hai...bahut acha lag raha hai tumhari kalaiyon pe." Karim said lecherously. "Nai naveli dulhan ki kashish hi kuch aur hoti hai"

They made small talk with the three older men liberally using sexual innuendos while ogling her. Talking with them they found out that Karim and Ashfaq are from Pakistan. But Surinder is from India.

Curious that the three men had come alone, Puja asked, "Aap log akele aaye hai party mein?...wives nahin aayee?"

"Meri biwi ki thodi tabiyat theek nahi thi, isliye nahi ayee." Surinder answered.

"Pooja hamari begum aisi party mein kabhi nahi ayengi...sab sharab pi rahe hain,aurtein bhi sharab pi rahi hai, aurton ke libas dekho...kitna jism dikha rahi hain, aisi party mein hamari begum comfortable nahi feel karti...mujhe bhi aisa theek nahi hai lagta ki aurtein aise paraye mardon ke saath ghule mile, sharab piye, jism dikhayen." Karim responded.

"Bilkul sahi bola tumne Karim...isliye meri begum bhi nahi ayee." Ashfaq immediately agreed.

Surinder suddenly interjected, "Tum dono phir chaloo ho gaye...phir se apni morality ki bakwas kar raho ho...khud sharab bhi pi rahe ho? aur aurton pe nazar bhi pher rahe ho?"

"Bakwas thodi hai sahi baat hai...hum dono ko pasand nahi yeh sab. Lekin aur mardon ko apni biwiyon ko dekhane ka shauk hai to hum dekhenge hi." Ashfaq said with a chuckle

Before the argument could continue any further, Rashmi joined them. "Aap teeno party mein ho...please just enjoy...yeh sab discussion baad mein kar lena." She said with a smile. "Enjoy karo...dance floor pe zara apne moves dikhao...Pooja bechari bore ho rahi hogi...cruise pe kitna dance kiya tha isne...dance karna bahut enjoy karti hai." She smiled at them. "Arey Karim bhai aap le ke jao Pooja ko dance floor pe...hamari guest bore ho rahi hai."

"Nahi Rashmi di...mein bore nahi ho rahi hoon" Pooja protested.

"Nonsense...chalo dance karte hain...main bhi dance karoongi...chalo Rahul tum mere saath chalo." Rashmi said.

"Rashmi di...bhool gaye...meri aur dance floor ki purani dushmani hai, cruise pe apne dekha toh tha." Rahul just wanted to watch his wife dance.

"Sahi baat hai." Rashmi grinned. "Chalo Surinder bhai aap mere saath dance karo."

Puja again protested but Rashmi brushed aside her protests. Karim quickly moved forward and took Pooja's arm leading her to the dance floor. Surinder and Rashmi followed behind them.

Rahul tried to make small talk with Ashfaq while surreptitiously trying to keep an eye on his wife. It was kind of difficult for him to focus on the conversation as he saw Karim's hands on his wife on the dance floor.

Then Sanjay came back. "Aur kya ho raha hai Rahul?...having fun?" Sanjay grinned. "Pooja enjoy kar rahi hai dance floor pe...nice."

"Haan dance karna kaafi enjoy karti hai." Rahul said.

"Ek baat toh hai Rahul tumhari wife hai bahut sexy lag rahi hai...salwar kameez mast pehni hai." Ashfaq said looking towards Pooja and Karim. "Karim bhi poora enjoy kar raha hai." He said lecherously.

"I agree." Sanjay said. "Pooja wakai bahut hot lag rahi...bahut sexy salwar kameez hai."

"Toh Rahul tumne Pooja ki help ki kya yeh salwar kameez kharidne mein? tumhari pasand hai kya?" Ashfaq asked.

Rahul smiled sheepishly. "Haan pasand toh meri hai...Pooja ko thoda manana pada yeh salwar kameez pehne ke liye."

"Bilkul theek kiya...sexy body hai tumhari wife ki, kapde bhi thode sexy pehen ne chahiye...tum apni Rashmi di ko hi dekho, kitni sexy lag rahi hai ghagra choli mein." Sanjay stated encouragingly. "Maine hi pasand kiya tha yeh ghagra choli."

"Rashmi bhi bahut sexy lag rahi hai...sahi hai tum dono chahte ho apni biwi ko show off karna toh kapde toh aise sexy pehan ne chahiye, hum jaise bandon ke liya acha hai." Ashfaq said with a smirk.

"Haan Ashfaq hamara tere jaisa band dimag hai nahi...open minded hain hum, khubsurat biwi hai toh sexy kapde bhi pehan ni chahiye, biwi ka confidence badta hai." Sanjay responded. "Tujhe nazar pherni hai toh pher...tujhe waise bhi aise cheap maze lena pasand hai." The two of them were just playfully picking on each other.

A little bit later the four came back from the dance floor. Both Karim and Surinder were breathing pretty hard. It was not very surprising since both of them were out of shape and were pot bellied.

"Karim bhai aur Surinder bhai toh thak gaye...chalo Ashfaq bhai aap ki bari ab, mujhe dance partner chahiye." Rashmi said.

"Chalo...party mein aaye hain...thoda fun bhi kar lete hai." Saying that he slipped his arm around her bare waist and winked at Sanjay and Rahul. Then he moved his hand down and squeezed her ass cheek quickly.

"Ashfaq bhai!" She exclaimed in an embarrassed tone. "Aap bahut kharab hote ja rahe ho." He just grinned back at her.

Rahul glanced at Sanjay and it was obvious he did not mind his wife being groped by his business partner. Sanjay was just smiling.

"Chalo Pooja ab meri baari.". Then he paused staring at her. "Aur yeh dupatta rehne do...iski zaroorat nahi hai." Saying that Sanjay grabbed the dupatta to pull it off her.

Instinctively Pooja grabbed the dupatta. "Nahi...ajeeb sa lagta hai salwar kameez bina dupatte ke." She protested.

"It is okay hata do dupatta...dresses bhi toh bina dupatte ke pehnti ho." Rahul reminded her with his heart beating erratically. Pooja looked at her husband locking eyes with him.

Sanjay tugged at the dupatta and she held on it for a few seconds but then let it go. An involuntary shiver went through her body when the dupatta was pulled off. Now the men had a better, unobstructed view of her bare upper chest, the swell of her soft, creamy breasts. Her cleavage looked so alluring with her mangalsutra necklace drawing attention to the soft upper swell of her breasts.

"Sahi hai Pooja, tumhe chunni ki zaroorat nahi hai, zyada sexy lag rahi ho bina chuni ke." Rashmi said approvingly. "Dekho toh zara een ko, kaise aakhein nahi hat rahi hai tumse." Rashmi pointed to the five men.

"Mast maal hai tumhari biwi." Ashfaq whispered to Rahul lecherously.

A thrill went through Pooja's body seeing the look of unbridled lust in the eyes of the five men. Sanjay at grinned at Rahul and put his arm around Pooja's waist, leading her to the dance floor

Except for Rahul the four guys alternated dancing with Pooja and Rashmi. Rahul had a hard on watching the four of them run their hands on his wife's nubile body. He was very thankful the lighting was dim where he stood. Some other guests also danced with Pooja and Rashmi. The party was in full swing with everyone drinking.

When it was close to midnight, finally Pooja dragged Rahul to the dance floor. "Mujhe ab tumhare saath dance karna hai...abhi thodi der mein new year ki countdown start hone wali hai." She sounded a little bit tipsy.

Pooja put her arms around her husband's neck and kissed him softly as they danced. "Enjoying yourself jaanu?" She asked.

"Haan meri jaan...enjoy kar raha hoon...aur tum enjoy kar rahe ho?...dance karna enjoy kar rahi ho?"

"It is fun...Sanjay jiju ke dost bahut flirty hain aur bade touchy feely bhi hain...haat teekte hi nahin unke." She locked eyes with her husband. "Tumne dekha na...yehi dekhna tha meri jaanu ne?...I can feel your hardness." Pooja was excited since she was enjoying the attention, being object of lust. It was very thrilling.

"Bahut sexy lag rahi hai meri jaan...very hot watching them feel you up." Rahul said lustily. He locked lips with her kissing her, an open mouthed wanton kiss. As the new year was rung in he moved his hands down grabbing her luscious, round ass over the salwar kameez.

When they got off the dance floor, Rashmi said teasingly, "Rahul mujhe toh laga tha ki tum dance floor pe hee meri choti behan ke saath apni puri hawas utar doge." Rashmi had been drinking quite a bit and it was obvious that she was drunk..

Pooja turned crimson hearing the comment. "Rashmi didi...aap bahut kharab ho." She exclaimed with embarrassment.

"Isme sharmana kaisa Pooja...tum dono young ho, pura fun karna chahiye tumhe khul ke." Surinder said lecherously.

The party continued in full swing for another hour after midnight and then slowly people started leaving. By 2 am all the guests left, as well as the catering staff and the DJ. Only the seven of them were left, Rashmi, Sanjay, Ashfaq, Karim, Surinder, Rahul and Pooja.

"Mujhe bhi jaana hai...main bhi nikalta hoon." Surinder said. "Chal Karim tujhe bhi drop off karna hai." He had given the ride to Karim knowing that he likes drinking quite a bit.

"Okay...chal chalein." He said drunkenly.

Pooja said to Rashmi, "Didi hum bhi sone ke liye jayenge ab kaafi raat ho gayee hai...kaunse bedroom mein Rahul aur main soyenge?"

"Kya baat kar rahi ho Pooja abhi toh raat jawan hai...yaar tu bhi na...enjoy kar aur drinks piyo...let's dance." Rashmi was slurring very badly. She was very drunk and was barely standing straight.

"I think you should go to bed honey." Sanjay said with a chuckle. "Arey Ashfaq zara apni bhabhi ko hamare bedroom le ja...tera bedroom bhi tayar hai, you sleep too...mein in dono ko inka bedroom dikha doon." Ashfaq was staying the night too.

Sanjay and Karim left and Ashfaq helped Rashmi to her bedroom.

Sanjay led them to the bedroom where Rashmi had put their bag. "So this is your bedroom." Sanjay said with a smile. "Is it okay?"

"Haan jiju...this is fine." Pooja responded.

"So tum dono ne enjoy kiya party?"

"Haan Sanjay we had fun." Rahul said.

"It was very nice to have two...especially Pooja." Sanjay grinned as he slipped his arm around her slender waist. "Having a hottie like your wife at a party...makes the party even better."

"Yeah can't argue with that...baat bilkul sahi hai." Rahul smiled as his gaze met Sanjay's and held it for a few moments.

Sanjay pulled Pooja even tighter against him while keeping his eyes locked with Rahul said. "I hope ki tumhe bura nahi laga mere dost kuch zyada friendly ho gaye thay Pooja ke saath...thode flirty hain teeno, tumne dekha hi Rashmi ke saath kaise flirt kar rahe thay lekin woh bechare bhi kya karte, ek toh Pooja itni khubsoorat hai upar se...itni sexy salwar kameez pehni hai...very hot saali hai meri." Lowering his hand he cupped her round ass and squeezed it.

"Jiju!...Kya kar rahe ho, you are being very bad." Pushing his hand away, she pulled away from him. Her heart was pounding. Pooja was already very turned due to all the flirting and having felt the hands of other men on her body. She looked at her husband and his face was a mask of lust. Pooja knew right away that tonight she will be breaking her wedding wows.

"Itna kya sharmati hai meri jaan...saali toh aadhi gharwali hoti hai." He said lecherously and hugged her behind. Pulling her close. She could feel his hardness on the upper swell of her ass. "Kya bolta hai Rahul...theek hai na?"

"Haan bilkul theek baat hai." Rahul said huskily. He was rock hard. HIs eyes met Pooja's as Sanjay grabbed her boobs and squeezed them while kissing her shoulder and neck. She was breathing hard and biting her lower lip.

"Mast maal hai yaar teri biwi...aisi maal biwi ko toh doosre mardon ko dikhana hi chahiye, aise sexy kapde pahanane chahiye...cruise pe mera toh lund khada ho gaya tha Pooja ko woh choti si bikini mein dekh ke...poora iska gora gora mast jism display pe tha." He said to Rahul crudely as he continued to maul her breasts. "Chal teri biwi ko nanga karte hai...ees saali ko nanga dekhne ke liye main tadap raha hoon." Pooja's face turned crimson as Sanjay pulled off her kameez and her husband took off her salwar. Leaving her only in the pink thong.

Sanjay stepped back taking his clothes off and admiring Pooja's hot ass. She nervously stared at her husband feeling very ashamed, her body trembling slightly. Rahul took her into his arms. "Jaanu...mere jaanu...you sure about this? yehi chahta hai mera baby?" She asked nervously.

"Haan meri jaan...apni jaan ko sex karte hue dekhna hai." He whispered lustily.

"Kal subh uth ke koi pachtawa toh nahi hoga?...you will still love me?" She asked shyly. Just looking for reassurance.

"Always baby...I will love you always." Saying that Rahul kissed her passionately. Taking her bare asscheeks in his hands, kneading them.

After taking his clothes off, Sanjay just stood there stroking his hard cock watching the loving young couple kiss. Noticing Sanjay staring at them, Rahul broke off the kiss. Turning his wife around to face Sanjay, he whispered in her ear, "Jaa apne jiju ke paas...tere liye bahut bekarar hai." He gently pushed her towards Sanjay.

Pooja shyly stared at the swarthy, hairy body of the potty bellied forty-nine-year old man. She stared at his hard seven inch dark cock which he was stroking. Without even thinking she compared his cock with her husband's. Sanjay's cock was shorter than her husband's but thicker with thick veins criss crossing the shaft. She felt moisture seep into the folds of her pussy and felt butterflies in her stomach knowing that another man's cock is going to be buried in her married pussy.

"Mast maal hai teri biwi yaar, mast maal hai." Sanjay remarked as he lustily ran his eyes over her smooth, fair-skinned body. Her small firm breasts topped with the small, hard pink nipples, long legs, flat stomach, round ass and her pretty, innocent looking face.

Pooja felt the heat rising to her face as the middle aged man looked at her as if she was a piece of meat. "Arey Rahul...tu sex karte hue iske saath dirty talk karta hai kya?" Sanjay asked.

"Haan...karta hoon." Rahul responded as he took off his clothes, freeing his hard cock.

"Hindi aur English dono mein?...sab kuch bolta hai? Gaali waali sab? No limits?" Sanjay's eyes lit up as Rahul nodded in affirmation. He had never talked dirty in hindi to any woman before. Rashmi never allowed it either. "Sahi hai yaar...Rashmi ko bilkul pasand nahi hai dirty talk, woh sochti hai ki bahut disrespectful hai aurton ki taraf...bahut modern hai, open minded, flirty lekin aaj tak aur kisi ke saath sex nahi kiya mere alawa..haan bas thoda sa haath pherne deti hai doosron ko jab mood mein hoti hai, jaise aaj thi." Sanjay remarked as he pulled Pooja into his arms.

Rahul stroked his cock seeing his wife in the arms of the middle aged man. He ran his hand over her smooth back. Lowering his hands to cup her luscious ass. "Bhenchod tune toh poora lund khada kara diya...badi mast maal hai tu saali, tujhe toh bahut chodunga." Hearing the crude hindi words from another man was a shock to her. It her made feel very slutty, dirty and also inflamed her arousal.

Sanjay locked his lips with her and she put her hands behind his head. She passionately kissed him back. Their tongues intertwined with each others. Sucked on each other's tongues and lips, swapping saliva. Rahul's cock leaked pre-cum watching the wanton sight of his beautiful new bride kissing another man. A man almost twice her age.

After kissing her for almost five minutes, Sanjay pushed down Pooja onto her knees. "Lund choos mera ab haramzadi...randi saali." Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled her face to his cock. She wrapped her dainty fingers around his hard, throbbing cock and opened her mouth wrapping her pink lips around the uncircumcised thick cockhead. "Aaah...choos mera lund haramzadi." Sanjay groaned deliriously as her tongue licked around on the silky smooth foreskin stretched around the flaring cockhead. Then she started bobbing her head up and down on the cock. Holding it at the base with one hand and with the other hand caressed his hairy balls.

"Bhenchod teri nayee naveli dulhan toh puri raand hai, abhi tak shaadi ki mehndi utari bhi nahi hai, choora bhi pehna hua hai aur yeh paraye mard ka lund choos rahi hai...pura khada kar rahi hai mera lund, gila kar rahi hai taki mujhe ache se chudwa sake apni choot...randi saali." He said lustily to Rahul and started thrusting his cock into her mouth. Using her mouth like a fuck hole.

Rahul just kept stroking his cock watching his new bride being used like a slut.

"Arey teri maa ki choot...yeh kya ho raha hai." Ashfaq suddenly walked into the room. He was completely shocked at the sight of Sanjay fucking Pooja's pretty face.

"Aaja tu bhi aaja...ees saali ko lund chahiye...tujhe bola tha na ki ees kamini ko chodenge aaj." Sanjay said to his friend.

"Woh dono chutiye toh pachtayenge...teri baat pe yekin nahi kiya." Ashfaq chuckled referring to Karim and Surinder as he took off his clothes. Glancing at Rahul, he said, "Itni khubsurat teri nayee dulhan, lekin puri chinaal."

Ashfaq went and stood beside his friend. Sanjay pulled her off his cock and hissed her. "Ashfaq ka lund choos ab." Without any hesitation she took the Pakistani man's circumcised cock into her mouth.

"Haramzadi gasti...lund choos...pura ley mera lund munh mein." Ashfaq growled as he started roughly face fucking her. Forcing her to take more of his seven inch cock. Eventually she was able to take his entire cock down her throat. She started gagging and pulled back letting his cock fall out of her mouth. She was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. "Iski maa ki choot, aisi raand toh kabhi nahi dekhi kya mast lund choosti hai yeh chinaal."

"Ab zara meri taraf bhi dhyan de kutiya." Sanjay grabbed a fistul of her and pulled her face to his hairy balls. "Tatte chaat mere, choos mere tatte haramzadi." Her nostril was filled with a mix of musky and sweaty odor. The heady smell made her feel very dirty. She licked on the hairy, wrinkly nutsack. Taking his balls one by one in her mouth and sucked on them. After servicing his balls for a few minutes, she sucked on his cock. She alternated between sucking on Sanjay's and Ashfaq's cocks and balls. She had completely given into her baser instincts.

"Chal bahut ho gaya ab tujhe chodenge behen ki laudi." Saying that Ashfaq glanced at Rahul who was stroking his cock. "Arey tu bhi chuswa le apna lund...teri hi biwi hai." He chuckled saying that.

Rahul came and stood in front of his wife. Pooja looked up at her husband shyly, biting her lower lip. Seeing the look on her face, he knew she was very turned on. Grabbing her husband's cock she took it into her mouth. Tasting the precum that was leaking.

"Yeh saali gasti tera bhi lund pura lund le leti hai munh mein?" Ashfaq asked crudely as he noticed that Rahul's cock was bigger than his and Sanjay's. He felt a bit envious.