Indian slut in America

By   August 30, 2016

Hey guys, this is my true story of how I became a slut. I always fantasize being taken by many dicks at one time. I am married but wanted to enjoy all little things. So.. enjoy my slut sex story.

My name is Diya. I am a Indian woman but now settled in USA. Like many women, I’m bored with my marriage Don’t get me wrong, my husband is a wonderful man and I still consider myself very much in love with him. But like most men, he’s under a lot of stress to perform at work, and that, with a lot of travel, has taken its toll on our sex life. Even before the job became so stressful, we weren’t what you would call adventuresome in bed. The other morning I was looking at myself in the mirror and thought, hell I’m still a good-looking woman at thirty. My body, which measures 38-25-33, is still firm and smooth, and with my short hair, I look more like twenty-two. I knew I could still attract men, because I’ve noticed the lust in men’s eyes when I’ve walked into rooms on many occasions. It always makes me horny when I know they have hard-on because of me and I wonder what their cocks would look like. With that said, I must emphasize that I’ve really never thought about actually cheating on my husband Nitin. It was more a little fantasy game I played with myself.

That morning as I made my way to work, I passed the same local dance club I passed every morning but for some reason the sign out front caught my eye. It read, “This Friday 18+ best dance of the year.” I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind all day. Today was Friday and I decided that I needed to get out of the house. My husband had been in Europe all week now and wouldn’t be back until next weekend, so I was free to go play. I mean I only intended to do some dancing so what would be the big deal. Once I had made up my mind, I was restless all day long. Finally, I was home and taking a long hot shower after eating my dinner. It was already nine as I dressed in my burgundy lace bra and panties, a black mid-thigh skirt with splits up both sides, and a burgundy silk blouse. I looked myself over in the mirror just before leaving and thought I looked pretty sexy. The dance hall is only a mile or so from my house so I was there in a matter of minutes. When I went in, I almost turned and ran. The crowd was mostly guys from 18 to maybe 25 and I felt really uncomfortable.

I decided to have one drink before heading home, which proved to be a big mistake. As I was standing at the bar, drinking and surveying the crowd, a young guy came up and asked me to dance. He was pretty good looking even though he was young. I laughed to myself, thinking he really didn’t have a clue about my age, but I thought, what the hell, that’s what I came for. So I accepted his offer and headed for the dance floor. After an hour or so of dancing both slow and fast dances with several of guys, I realized I was really having a good time. I was sitting at a table with Zach, Jamie, and Billy, three horny young guys who couldn’t take their eyes off my tits and legs. Each time we returned to the table after a dance, I crossed my legs as I sat down, enjoying the effect it had them. It was around midnight and I had been dancing and drinking ever since I arrived. We just seemed to hit it off, and I was enjoying the attention I was getting, especially during the many slow dances. I swear I could feel them getting hard against me while we danced.

Then the tone of the evening changed quickly, beginning with a simple statement from Zach. He looked me right in the eye and blurted out, ” Damn Diya, You’ve got a great body.” Without hesitation I replied, “And how would you know, you’ve never seen my body,” I challenged. It must have been the alcohol speaking, I thought. “Well, we could change that right now,” he laughed. “Sure babe. What do you want me to do, climb up on the table and strip right here in front of everyone,” I said mockingly. “Well, that would be fine with me, but I was thinking about some place more private with, say, the three of us. You know, like a private show. How about we head over to your place,” he said with a grin. “Hey, that sounds like a great idea,” Jamie and Billy chimed in. “Yea right. Did you happen to notice the wedding ring,” I asked as I flashed my ring finger in front of them. “Not to mention my age,” I laughed. “Sure,” Zach said. “But we won’t hold being married against you, and as for your age, you’re sexier than any woman I’ve ever seen. Come on, we just want to see how beautiful you are. We won’t do anything you don’t want us to. We’ll leave whenever you say, ok?” “Yea, right,” I said in a rather stern voice. “No really. We promise we’ll behave, won’t we guys. I’ll just die if I don’t get a good look at those beautiful tits,” Zach said almost in a whining voice. “Well….ok,” I said sheepishly. “But you promise, right? No touching, only a looking and you’ll leave whenever I say.” “Sure. We promise,” they all chimed in simultaneously.

I knew this was against my better judgment, but the alcohol and all their attention from the evening jaded my judgment. So without another thought, we headed out the door and over to my house. We were there and in the house within a matter of minutes. I put on some sexy music and fixed myself a stiff drink, bringing beers for the boys. I looked at them and asked, ” You don’t really expect me to strip for you, do you,” I chided. “Why not,” Jamie asked. “Like I said, we only want to see what you look like under those sexy clothes.” “Ok….ok, enough,” I laughed as I felt this kind of excitement growing in the pit of my stomach. So as I began dancing to the music in front of them, I couldn’t believe I was really going to do this. But I did as they all sat around me watching intently. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it over a chair. My skirt was next, as I unzipped it and let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it and kicking it across the floor. “Oh yea. You are beautiful,” the shouted. “Come on, more….more….more,” they chanted as I danced in front of them in my panties, bra, stockings and heels.

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Diya had group fun!

This was the most want on thing I had ever done and it turned me on so much. I could feel my juices beginning to run as I took in the sight of three good-looking young guys sitting in front of me wanting nothing less that to fuck me right here in my own family room. “Come on Diya, show us your tits,” Billy cried out. “Yea, take it all off,” Jamie chimed in. I turned my back on them and undid the clasp on the front of my bra, pushing it off my shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. The cool air made my nipples stiffen immediately, and as I turned back to the boys, I realized that before this moment, my husband and my doctor were the only two men to ever see my bare breasts. I began massaging them in my hands as I moved in front of the guys, still vary aware of the effect I was having on them. It made me feel so sexy and so turned on. I saw their eyes almost pop as they took in the sight of my dark brown nipples standing at attention on my mounds of flesh. It was more than they could take as they began rubbing their crotches, their bulges growing rapidly. I moved towards Jamie as I spoke. “Now remember your promise, no touching,” I warned as I straddled Jamie’s lap and moved my tits within inches of his face. He wasn’t breathing, just holding his breath, afraid to move as my fingers moved deftly across my nipples. I giggled as I moved to get off his lap, moving over to Billy, repeating my warning as I climbed into his lap. Billy was actually drooling all over himself as he sat perfectly still.