Shraddha married an old guy. Poor her. But then ‘He’ wanted her to be fucked by another man in front of him. Read may be one of the most sensuous Indian sex stories. You will definitely cum for her!
My name is Shraddha Goyal. I am 26 years old. Though I am educated, as I came from a very poor rural family, I had to get married to a well to do middle aged businessman of 57 years. My husband’s name is Pradeep Goyal. I am an average looking woman – very fair, long hair, about 5′ 6″ in height, a figure of 34 – 27 – 38 and good skin texture etc. Being a rural woman I am rather very strong, but, conservative in nature and always dressed in sarees.
I was a virgin when we were married and my husband Pradeep took my virginity on our wedding night. Though his penis is very normal in size – just a five inch thin one, I had cried and bled a lot, when my hymen was broken by him. But I got over it. Over the next few weeks, he had sex with me – whenever he wished. I am very shy during sex. But as I was so innocent and fresh, the more he looked at me, he slowly developed an obsession. His obsession was to watch a very big built man with an extremely large sized penis, have sex with me very very roughly! This obsession of his grew and grew to a point, that he simply could think of nothing – except to watch that scene in his mind. He knew that being a very conservative girl from a rural family, I would simply not agree to fulfil his obsessions. But yet, his obsession grew and every time he thought about it, his penis would get erect! He developed a plan . . . . . .
Slowly, he started renting pornographic video movies and began making me watch them along with him, during nights – to expose to me the sexual activities that people were taking pleasure in around the world. Though I was not comfortable watching porn, yet, just to please him, I watched them. He then broached upon the subject of bringing another man to our bedroom to have sex with me. I was shocked and completely refused. Over the next few weeks, he kept on asking me and pleading with me to agree. Yet I kept on refusing him. One day in the market, He came across a vegetable vendor – who caught his attention. He was almost 6′ 4 ” tall, dark, massively built physique and had a mustache and a beard. He reminded him of his obsession for me. He knew that he had found the man for me. But, the problem was now to convince me and him too! Gradually, he started regularly buying vegetables from him and befriended him. The man’s name was Ranjeet Singh. He was from U.P. My husband Pradeep, asked him out for drinks and got to know him better. He gathered that Ranjeet was married but, as his wife was staying in his village, he was yearning for sex. My husband Pradeep, slowly revealed to him over the next few weeks, his obsession and even showed my snaps to him. He got excited looking at my snap and told him that he was more than willing to take my vagina roughly. Both of them drew a plan . . . . .
That night once again My husband Pradeep, brought up the topic with me. When I refused as usual, he pleaded with me, that atleast I should fulfill my obsession in another smaller way. I asked him how. He told me, that he had come across a professional masseur for ladies. He told me that he would be satisfied to some degree, if I atleast allowed that man to give myself, a body massage. I was very hesitant. He told me that as he would be with me, when he was massaging me, there would be no problem. As I had been pestered by him everyday, for almost two months, I finally agreed. He arranged for us to have Ranjeet Singh, to come to our house on Saturday night.
On Saturday evening, in order to make me look very exciting to Ranjeet, he personally prepared me. He lovingly bathed me and helped me to dress in a sexy black bra and panty. Over that, he made me wear a sleeveless white blouse and a nice white cotton petticoat. Then he helped me to wear a simple and nice white saree. Then He helped me to comb my hair and apply a simple make up. I suppose I looked nice by that time. He was sure that Ranjeet would tear my tender vagina apart with excitement. I was extremely nervous by now. My husband Pradeep, calmed me with soothing words.
Promptly at 7.00 p.m., as planned the bell rang. I almost ran into our inner rooms! My husband Pradeep, opened the door and Ranjeet walked in. He called out to me and asked me to get some whisky for our guest. Slowly and shyly with a lot of nervousness I walked in carrying the tray with the bottle and glasses. Ranjeet’s eyes almost popped out looking at me! He introduced Ranjeet to me as a ladies masseur. Ranjeet was wearing a simple cream coloured shirt and a white dhoti. As they drank a couple of pegs, I could see that Ranjeet could simply not keep his eyes off my body. I further could make out the form of his penis standing erect, in his dhoti. It appeared huge. My husband was getting thrilled with anticipation of what it would do to my hairy & lovely vagina.
After sometime and a few pegs, My husband Pradeep, asked me if I was ready for the massage. With great nervousness, I nodded. He then invited Ranjeet to our bedroom. He told him in front of myself, that as I was nervous, and as he would probably need to disrobe me slowly to ensure a good massage, it would be better if, both of them – himself and Ranjeet, also disrobed little by little, as and when, he disrobed me, so that I would not feel too shy. He agreed with a big grin on his face! I looked shocked! He patted me and told her, that by this way, I would not feel conscious of myself and I would enjoy the massage better.
In the bedroom, Ranjeet then asked me to first remove my saree and lie down on our bed with my blouse and petticoat. I hesitated. My husband Pradeep, walked up to me and helped me to remove my saree. I lay down on the bed. Ranjeet applied some cream on his palms and started massaging my arms. He was very slow and sensuous and kept staring at my breasts and navel. Gradually I started easing up on my tensions. He then told me that he will now massage my neck. Again He was very slow and sensuous and kept staring at my breasts and navel, with lust in his eyes. I now started becoming a bit uneasy, as I was obviously begining to get a bit excited. He then told me that he will now massage my upper chest and that I had to remove my blouse. I looked up at My husband Pradeep. He told me that it was OK and removed my blouse, also asking Ranjeet to remove his shirt. Ranjeet had a very broad and hairy chest with rippling muscles. I stared at his hairy chest and muscles with nervousness. Ranjeet started massaging my upper chest. Again He was very slow and sensous and kept staring at my bra, thru’ which my large black nipples could be distinctly seen. I now started getting excited.