A Boathouse Orgy To House Of Pleasures

I was in my bedroom, all alone. In front of me was my mirror. I took some time to admire my body. The Malayali features were prominent in me.

My eyes were big and smoky. My slender pink lips complemented my dusky skin complexion. I had my hair cut up to my breasts.

As I had just taken a bath, a portion of my hair curled and sat on my left breast. I pushed it behind to bring my breasts into view. They were big and round. They looked like chocolate cakes topped up by a chocolate chip. My curves were well defined, leading to a trademark Malayali hip. My navel was not completely flat. I had a small tummy, but I liked it like that, naturally. I had shaved my pubic hair a while back. It was after all going to be my first night with my husband.

I got married to him three days ago. The priest suggested that the best day for a first night was today.

So we waited till today. It helped both of us. Our passion and hunger for each other grew, which we would completely soak in, today. I picked a typical white Malayali saree for the occasion. We Mallus are beautiful and we are proud of it.

We tie our saree at the waist line, not at the hip curve. We boast our curves, we like showing our belly buttons. People may differ with me on this, but I, along with many of my friends and cousins, like our hips a lot. I loved it when guys and girls look at my curves.

The passion in their eyes turns me on. Often in girls’ bathrooms in school and college, we used to lift our tops up, comparing our hip curves. Two girls would compete each day, while the other girls would vote on the best curve.

Unlike people from other parts of India, we don’t take the pallu cross from our chest. At the upper end of the breasts, we turn the saree 90 degree, letting the border run on the edge of our cleavage and then turn it back.

After draping my saree, I looked at myself again. My curves were shown, my belly button was partially shown, the tip of my cleavage was shown. I looked sexy. And I hoped my husband would tear it apart as soon as we start.

My husband made equally romantic preparations. He had booked a boathouse at Alleppey for our first night. I was thrilled. My first night on a beautiful river backwaters, trees on both sides, a peaceful boat, my husband and fish. It was a perfect plan. But I didn’t expect that the biggest shock, surprise and the biggest night of my life was awaiting in the boathouse.

We went there in an auto and when we boarded the boat, I realized that we were not alone. This was the season for tourism and getting a private boat was very costly. In this boat, we had a group of three other guys and another couple. The boathouse had 3 chambers, for the three groups. My husband requested for a private boat but the price quoted was very costly. I was disappointed but I chose to remain optimistic and enjoy.

After all, we could have all the privacy in our room. But our motive was not to have privacy and have sex in a room. It was to enjoy the lake and the beautiful view as we make love. We could go to our chambers but we wanted to stay on the mast. So while we were at the deck, I observed the other people. The couple were Malayali, settled in America, back here for their honeymoon. Their English was American while they spoke in Malayalam too.

The guy looked hot, fair and muscular. The girl looked equally hot. I felt they were models. The girl was wearing a loose croptop that showed off her entire midriff and a jean shorts. The croptop was flying about in the wind, making it sexier. She had a picture perfect hip curve and navel. It was totally flat and a small piercing adorned her belly button.

After a bit of a conversation with them, I understood that she spent her whole life in America and this was her first visit to India. It was common to dress like that in America. The three guys had just completed engineering in Kerala and had come on a holiday.

Sunset was approaching and things started heating up soon. The other couple started getting handsy and started kissing each other. The three guys were enjoying the show. They were also eyeing me. The wind was abundant and I had little control over my saree. I had tied it in a way it would shoe half my navel. Now because of the wind, it was being pushed aside exposing my hips fully. I had pushed the border of my saree along my blouse into the blouse so that my pallu doesn’t come away.

This action exposed a little on the top of my breasts. So the three guys were secretly looking at me while the couple seemed to be oblivious to the fact that they were being watched. They just concentrated on kissing each other.

Watching them was turning me on too. In addition to it, the looks those guys were giving me were igniting he fire within me. After sometime, my husband noticed that they were looking at me and gently placed his palm around my hips as though he was claiming me. I felt good and looked at him. Watching the couple had an effect on him too as he pulled me close to him and kissed my lips, without even telling me anything. That was my first kiss.

His lips were completely sucking my lower lip as I hugged him tight and let him work his charm on me. In between, he brought his tongue out and ran it over my lips. I felt goosebumps at being kissed like that. Now, I didn’t even care if the three guys were watching, I was just enjoying the moment. I understood why the other couple didn’t bother too. The act of making love was so intense, we forgot the rest of the world.

Our kisses went wild and we began frantically licking, biting and snogging each other’s lips. In the process, Rahul, my husband, was completely feeling me up. He ran his hands all over my hip. It took me some time to notice that with his hands, he pulled my pallu off and it had fallen. The top half of my body had only a blouse now. I broke the kiss when I realized this. My hair was undone, my lips were puckered and my breathing was heavy. I could feel my breasts rise and fall beneath my blouse. I paused to turn and look at the others. The guys were enjoying both the shows now.

The couple went one step ahead and lied down on the sitting bench that lined the edge of the boat. The man, George, was shirtless. I considered my situation. When she was showing her midriff off, why shouldn’t I show mine? So I got up to go to my chamber.

“Where are you going, Aparna?”, my husband asked me. “I’ll be right back”, I assured him and went into my chamber.

There, I removed my saree and came out. I was now in my petticoat and blouse. I don’t know what happened to Rahul but the moment he saw me like that, he got up, walked very briskly in my direction. I thought he was going to scold me but no.

He came, held me by my hips, pushed me to the outer end of a chamber, had me pinned to that wall like structure and went berserk on my neck. I flung my head up and closed my eyes as he bent down slightly to kiss my neck and my bare chest. The goosebumps had returned and my body was filled with a tingling sensation. I held him tightly, my head still looking upward and my eyes closed.

I wrapped one of my legs around his leg and was gripping his tee tightly with my hands. Every second he spent on my neck got worse for me as I began dripping in my panties. I was relieved when he stopped and came up but my relief was short lived. He pulled me forward, rested himself on that wall like structure again pulled me close to him by my hips.

My body was now sticking to his and I could feel his hard dick on my ass. I breathed out so heavily, it was heard like a moan. The dripping in my panties continued as Rahul’s mouth began playing with my nape, my shoulders and the part of my back that the blouse exposed. Right in front of me, the three guys were staring at me, their eyes weren’t even blinking. This made me hornier and I closed my eyes.

They could see my breasts move against my blouse, the rise and fall. They could see my bare hips, the top portion of my breasts. I was biting my own lip as I opened my eyes again to look at them.

The hunger in their eyes was turning me on more and I was giving the most pleasurable expressions on my face, for them to watch and enjoy. I could see the bulge in their pants, while the bulge in Rahul’s pant was hitting me from behind. I could not take it anymore so I turned around to kiss Rahul. He was in no mood for it.

As soon as I turned around, even while kissing me, he pushed me till we reached the bench and laid me down on it. He took a few seconds to start and before he did, I observed that the other girl was now down to her bra and the three guys were having trouble in choosing whom to watch.

Rahul adjusted himself on top of me and proceeded to kiss my chest. He was running his fingers all over my chest and licking my cleavage and the top of my breasts, without removing my blouse. I could feel his cock throbbing against my thighs and I could see three other cocks struggling in their pants.

I giggled and went back to my love making with Rahul. His fingers were tickling my chest to a point of intense arousal. I removed his tee and started running my fingers all over him, just like he was tickling me.

Suddenly, a man approached us and patted Rahul on his back. I was dead scared as Rahul got up to see who it was. It was the boatman, he had come in through the door of the mast, we were too lost to even notice. I feared he would ask us to stop or worse, to get off the boat and end this night abruptly at some port nearby.

To my relief, it wasn’t about that. He came to ask us about our choice of fish we want for dinner. They would catch it from the lake and serve us.

Hearing this, I sat up and told Rahul to order whatever he wanted. That is when I noticed that while kissing me, Rahul had unbuttoned two buttons of my blouse. This was a designer blouse with hooks at the front. Rahul had unhooked the top two.

So while I was lying down, around 30% of my breasts were visible and now that I sat up and he was standing, he could see inside through my blouse from his angle and almost get a view of half my breasts.

My apprehensions were evident when I observed his dick hardening within his lungi. It was like a small tent on his lungi. I didn’t bother to correct it, he had seen all he wanted. Sensing my situation, the three other guys came too, enjoying the view from top, pretending to order dinner. The couple joined, the girl in her bra and panties and the guy in his boxers. I observed the girl’s croptop and shorts were thrown away in all directions of the boat.

While they all were ordering dinner, Alice, the girl, knelt down and whispered, “Huge boobs” in my ear. I flushed. “They’re all looking at you”, she added. I knew they were. We now broke for dinner. While the fish was being prepared, the boatman served us drinks. The boat had an assortment of drinks- wine, beer, rum, whiskey and scotch. What’s more, they had lots of everything. We shared a common table.

Before getting to the table, the three guys dropped to their undies and looking at everyone in their undies, my husband probably felt a sense of competition and he dropped to his undies too. This was not doing any good to me.

Now, I could see their size and hardness more clearly than before. Also, I was the most clothed person on the boat. Alice had very small breasts so all their eyes, for now, were hooked to my half open blouse.

I was a social drinker, so I poured myself a glass of scotch.

While I was, a guy from the group, Ajay, stood behind me, pretending to stay in line for a glass. All he was doing was stick his hard dick into my ass. I let it go, considering their situation, watching two couples make love. They would be as horny as I was, but they couldn’t get any action. As we were all drinking, we let the drinks get to us.

Slowly, everyone began to open up, laughing at the way the night was going. Ajay, Veer and Vinod, the three guys, openly confessed to enjoying the show. So much talk was going on and everyone told Alice that she had the best figure. That she had, undoubtedly. She was so pleased she even let Vinod feel her navel.

Then, they unanimously agreed that I had great assets. George had a perfect body and I confessed that I found him too hot. Alice shouted, “Who wants to see her breasts?” and everyone raised their hands.

We all had a laugh as this was drunk humour but the drink was getting to my husband. He had had around eight glasses by now. “You’re a lucky man, Mr.Rahul”, Ajay said. I knew this was a ploy. “Your wife has fantastic breasts. Just by looking at it from the outside, half covered, we all are so hard, imagine what it would look like without anything!”

Everyone laughed. I grew slightly nervous. “Let’s see”, my husband said and ripped off the hooks of my blouse. There I was, sitting in a lacy, see through bra, my hard nipples poking out. My bra couldn’t carry the full weight of my big breasts. Every eye was turned toward my breasts. I felt too embarrassed. Suddenly, Ajay stood up, removed his undie. There I saw his dick, fully hard, in a 90 degree angle. “That’s my salute!” he said.

Every guy followed suite, removed their undies and stood in front of me with their hard cocks throbbing, including my husband. “We salute you”, they all shouted. I was blushing beet red while Alice was laughing at all this. Shyly, I removed my bra, saying, “my thanks”.

The next few minutes passed like a blur. The guys raced forward to touch my breasts. I felt hands everywhere, squeezing, cupping, a mouth biting my nipples, a tongue licking. I pulled Rahul up and kissed him so hard, he bled from his lips. The pleasure of so many hands was too much for me.

Rahul’s groan brought them back to reality as they all stepped back from my breasts, still watching it as I tended to Rahul’s lips by kissing and sucking it. He was okay in a while and by that time, the fish and rice had arrived. The boatman was surprised to see my bare breasts. He stared for as long as he could before going back.

While everyone was eating fish, I wanted some beer to go along with it. The arrival of fish and rice meant the drinks were laid aside. So I got up and went to get a drink. Again, I noticed Ajay followed me there. This time, he openly rubbed his cock up my ass while I was standing there. Back at the table, Alice had removed her bra. While I was pouring a glass of beer, he brought both he cupped both my breasts with his hands.

A wave of pleasure ripped through my body and I turned around, saying, “You can’t control yourself, can you?” “How can I control myself when I’m with you?” he replied. I instantly blushed. But what he did next was even more surprising.

He turned to my husband and shouted, “Mr.Rahul, this is not fair. All the guys are naked and one of the girls is in her panties, why is your wife still in her petticoat?” Oh God. This guy was evil. “Yes, why are you still in your petticoat?” he shouted back from there. “Let me solve this”, Ajay said and before I knew it, he undid the strings of my petticoat and lo, it fell to the ground there. He immediately used both his hands and gave a firm squeeze on my butt.

I just bent down, against the table, pretending to pour beer, just enjoying his touch on my ass. “Looks like Ajay is finding your wife irresistible”, Alice told Rahul. I heard it. I didn’t want Rahul to feel insecure so I stopped him and walked back to the table.

“She’s got such a lovely booty, sure is irresistible” George remarked, as he pulled me close to him and dug his face in my ass. My thin panty line was egging them even more.

Rahul was enjoying the attention I was getting and came to rub my thighs. I was in heaven, literally. Rahul’s fingers were working magic on my thighs while George was kissing and biting my ass, the uncontrollable tingling sensation was back. I pulled Ajay close and whispered to him, “You are one naughty ass.” After all, he was responsible for starting this again. To this he said, “I wasn’t so naughty until I met you.” I was floored.

He was openly flirting with me and I found it incredibly sexy. Even my husband hadn’t flirted with me so much. It was not sexual. It was more of a crush he had on me. And I liked him too. Even though I was married, the 23 year old lived deep in me. I pulled him close and wildly kissed his lips. Our session again broke because I bit Ajay’s lips in sheer passion. It was again up to me to suck them till they stop bleeding.

An hour passed as we all had dinner. My husband was drinking like a fish. With every glass he drank, the guys found reasons to touch me. Ajay was dying to touch me. “Your wife’s breasts are so big, one hand isn’t enough to cup them”, he told Rahul. Rahul then placed his hand on my breast to check while Ajay gladly took the other breast. In his drunk fervour, my husband was enjoying all this. “Oops, you placed your right hand on her boobs.

Now they have the taste of fish on them, let me lick it clean, Mr.Rahul”, he said and knelt down, beneath the table to lick my boobs. When he knelt down, he noticed that the cum from my vagina was flowing and there were drops and wetness on my inner thighs. I was too ashamed to openly show my longing for his touch but he had seen it. While getting up after sucking my nipples, he intentionally rubbed his palm over my panties.

My panty was wet so naturally, his palm became moist. As he sat back on his chair, he licked that palm. I went weak. His hunger for me was unparalleled. The very sight of him licking my juices on his palm made my pussy secrete more cum.

After sometime, Alice suggested we should go to our rooms. She was right, this had gone way too far, we were all too horny and a good sex in my room would Rahul would end the night perfectly. “Looks like Aparna would need help to see the night through”, George remarked. I didn’t understand.

Alice nudged him and said “I’m the only girl you are fucking tonight” and dragged him to their room. It was when I looked at Rahul that I understood what George meant. Rahul was unconscious on the chair, passed out, because of all the alcohol. He would not get up for a solid ten hours. George’s words sunk in. After such a horny night with so much softcore action, I wanted a hard fuck tonight. But Alice took him in.

I looked at Ajay, helplessly. “We’ll carry him to the bed”, he said. “The three guys then lifted him and lay him down on the bed in my room. I was standing near the door and thanked them as they were going out. Ajay was the last to go out. We shared a long stare, just looking into each other’s eyes.

Suddenly, I shuddered. My world shook as I looked down. Ajay slipped his hand into my panty and was massaging my clitoris. “You don’t want to waste this cum”, he said. Hell no I don’t want to waste it. I hugged him.

He took the cue, carried me to their room. Veer and Vinod were excited to see Ajay bringing me. “She’s our bitch tonight”, he declared to the others and literally threw me on the bed. Three guys then pounced on me. They held each end of my panty and tore it apart. I was glad at least one garment was torn, like I wanted Rahul to do.

Ajay dug his face into my pussy and licked my clitoris. I almost came in his mouth instantly and let out the first free moan of my life. Vinod and Veer came up to by breasts, sucking each boob and biting my nipples. I held both ends of my bed very tightly, raising my lower body to stick it up to Ajay’s mouth. I was cumming uncontrollably and Ajay was drinking and licking everything. Vinod now came up and instructed me to suck his cock, reminding me not to bite it. I took extreme care to not bite it in pleasure as his precum was filling my mouth.

Veer, meanwhile started to thrust his cock in between my breasts. I was giving him a titjob. The feel of his cock between my breasts and the strong scent of another in my mouth drove me even mad and I was cuming freely, much to Ajay’s delight. “This bitch is very horny”, Ajay said as he stood up and pulled me to the edge of the bed. This was to allow the other two men to continue their act on me while he pounds my pussy.

Without a warning, he slid his cock into my hole and I spread my legs for him and rested them on his broad shoulders. With one thrust, Blood spattered on the bed and Ajay was shocked. “Are you a virgin?” he asked me.

I nodded my face in embarrassment, still sucking Vinod’s cock. “That’s lovely”, he declared and began pounding his boner into me. Chills ran down my body as I was taking his full assault.

He was holding my legs very tight and thrusting so hard. I took Vinod’s cock out, looked up and moaned to my heart’s content. I was yelling and screaming in pleasure with every stroke of his dick inside my pussy. Veer then got up and made me lie down in such a way that they could double penetrate me. Vinod was kissing and licking all over my fat milky thighs and to make things worse, I was leaking like a tap now. Every drop they saw made them hornier.

Ajay continued his assault on my pussy as Veer entered my asshole. I let out a ground breaking scream with the effect of a big cock entering my tight asshole. Within seconds, I was having gushes of pleasure and I yanked Vinod close by and kissed his lips vigorously. My nails were digging into the pillow, and my saliva was all over Vinod’s lips. In no time, a tremor of shock rushed through my body as I hit the first orgasm of my life. I writhed in the effect, screaming my lungs out, enjoying the best moment in my life.

As they continued banging me, we heard a click on the door. All of us looked to the door and there were George and Alice, standing fully clothed. They had come here listening to my screams thinking something was wrong with me. They now saw me in tears of pleasure with three guys giving me the best treatment of my life.

I expected them to leave but Alice simply bolted the door close and removed her croptop. Before I knew it, Veer fled to Alice, squeezing her breasts and sticking his cock over her shorts. George stripped naked and I was left admiring his body again.

He came up directly to me and Ajay shifted to my ass, looked at me and winked. He knew I wanted Geroge’s cock. George adjusted my position and rammed his huge thing into me. The very first stroke of his brought me to another orgasm as his sheer size ripped my pussy apart. “Take this you fat bitch” he said. I was entirely turned on by this. I wasn’t fat.

I just had some flesh in the right places. My moans were combined with Alice’s and cries of pleasure were echoing in the boat. Veer was banging Alice’s cock while Vinod was doing it on her ass. I was made to fuck in every position possible.

I was riding Veer’s cock as everyone including Alice went crazy on my breasts. I was made to stand on the floor and bend as George banged me from behind. Vinod fucked me in doggy style, pulling my hair back like I was his horse. And Ajay, he never touched Alice. He was doing something with my body the whole night as everyone else shifted between Alice and me. Vinod was done soon, ejaculating his load on my breasts. Veer had shot his load on Alice’s slender picture perfect hips. George had superhuman stamina and was stretching my holes to their limit.

He lifted me up, in his hands and made me ride his cock. His strength made me cum on his cock twice. But George saved his last burst of cum for Alice and shot his load into her mouth. Ajay was the only boy left. He was still fondling with my body and driving me crazy.

I instructed him to bang me. He again rammed me in the missionary position. Just as he was about to take his cock out to shoot his load on my hips, I slightly got up, got hold of his ass and pressed his body against mine, with his cock still inside me. His reflex made me fall over me and I kissed his lips instantly, still holding his ass and pounding it against mine.

Within seconds, he shot his hot load of cum in my pussy and collapsed on my body, hugging me tight and kissing me. “Why did you do this?” he asked me, tired and panting.

“You have been very loyal to me all night. You literally worshipped me. I want your kid”, I told him. I don’t know what I said but that drove him nuts. I could feel his soft cock harden against my pussy again. He tightly held both my hands, had me pinned to the bed and started thrusting his cock into my pussy again, this time harder than ever with so much vigour. I was shivering and screaming like it was the end of the world.

He lasted only five minutes and shipped his second load of hot cum in my pussy, came to my ear and whispered, “I love you, my bitch.” He carried me back to his room, in his arms and put me on the bed. I was in no mood to let go of him and we spent the night kissing and cuddling in my room, on my bed, right beside my drunk and passed out husband. After a long night of kissing and fondling, he went back to sleep.

It was time to leave the boat and with it, our memories. Rahul was my husband and I had to come to terms with it and forget Ajay and my crazy first night. We exchanged numbers but I doubted if I will ever call him. Rahul did not remember me being almost nude yesterday. He had forgotten everything in his drunk state. I was thankful.

Eight years later, I checked the name list in the train compartment. Although my ticket was confirmed, it was a habit.

After my divorce with Rahul, I had got back to work to get my mind off relationships and sex. My very first night was a gangbang so Rahul couldn’t satisfy me sexually. I can’t blame him. I had a very unusual first time so expecting him to deliver the pleasure of four guys was too much. I started having sex outside of marriage and this lead to my divorce. I was working as a professor in a girls’ college to keep my mind off men and sex. It had been an year since I had fucked.

Today, I was returning home after an official trip to Bangalore to get my research paper published. My parents were taking care of my seven year old daughter at home. I entered the second class compartment and reached my berth. I gaped in shock as I saw the passengers seated opposite. There was Ajay with a woman, probably his wife. He didn’t notice me so I got down quickly. Either way, he had to see my face at least during the journey. No point in hiding.

So I went and sat in my berth just a minute before the train’s departure, smiling at them. “Aparna!” he exclaimed, “so nice to meet you after so long!!” The fourth berth was unoccupied, the person didn’t come. “Is this that Aparna?” his wife asked him. The question somewhat made me uncomfortable. She stood up and closed the curtains shut. “Yes”, Ajay told her.

She sat beside me and spoke in a low tone, “He moans your name when he fucks me.” I was shocked. A wetness filled my pussy. A wetness that I controlled for an year had returned. I looked sheepishly at Ajay and he was smiling widely. She effortlessly cast my pallu aside, saying, “Your breasts look as magnificent as he described.” I was aghast.

Over some time, I explained to them about my divorce and how I stayed back from sex. “One year!” the wife exclaimed. “It’s high time to end your dry run. Once the TC is done with checking, let’s go the bathroom and show you what you have been missing.”

Today I live in a house of pleasures. After our train sex, Ajay’s wife, Meera, was glad to share me with him. I moved to their house with my daughter whose father was Ajay. I have been living there for twelve years. We are forty one and still fuck.

In a different room, my daughter, 19 years old now, fuck’s Ajay’s 18 year old son with Meera. Life had come a full circle for me. I shifted to a boys college to have as much sex as I could with young and enthusiastic virgins. But even today, I go weak to Ajay’s devotion and loyalty to me. I am forty two and Meera is thirty eight years old. And we still crave for Ajay’s cock, every night.

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