Madanika’s three husbands

When Armaan and Madanika entered into an arranged marriage, little did Armaan know that the traditional values he was brought up with would hold little meaning in his matrimonial life. Armaan was taught that the man of the house took charge of the major decisions in the household, while the minor ones were left to the woman. The bedroom was where their worlds merged, and the man decided the routine between the sheets, while the woman was the docile partner.

But Madanika clearly had different plans. She took charge of the household with cool efficiency and managed it like a pro. She juggled the household with her comfortable job as an HR Manager in a multinational company. It certainly helped her attitude that she was a stunner.

She was tall, at 5 feet 8 inches. Her symmetrical facial features had almond-shaped doe eyes, a cute nose, full red lips, and lush cascading hair. Her skin tone was slightly dark. Her figure was voluptuous, with big, rounded breasts, wide hips that seductively swayed when she walked, and a perfectly round and supple ass that slightly jiggled when there was a spring in her steps.

Since she was on the curvier side, it was hard to hide her curves when she wore tight, revealing sarees in public or low-cut tank tops with mini shorts in private. She was perfectly comfortable wearing no bra and panties under her tank tops and shorts, and Armaan usually got a nice view of her ample cleavage or the roundness of her ass when she bent to pick up something.

Her husband was especially surprised when Madanika did not prove to be the typical shy bride on their first night. She was wild in bed, with an insatiable appetite for sex. He was spellbound as he watched her ride his seven-inch cock in the classic cowgirl pose, her massive breasts heaving up and down as she bounced excitedly without stifling her moans.

When she felt his cock tighten, ready to release its load into her fertile womb, she immediately removed his organ from hers and began grinding the plump folds of her pussy against his throbbing erection. Armaan watched in fascination as her body erotically moved against his erect cock, delaying his release. Then, she went on her fours and took his penis in her mouth. She sucked on it slowly, taking her time to stimulate his pulsing organ with her tongue. She was teasing him with her sexual ministrations, refusing to let him cum.

“Please, let me cum,” he had screamed, as he had pushed his entire length into her oral orifice and fucked her, deep-throat style. He pistoned his cock in and out of her mouth like a well-oiled machine, ravaging her mouth. He fucked her mouth for several minutes until he finally orgasmed and deposited a copious amount of cum on her tongue.

After his moment of release, he watched as she swallowed the sticky spunk and casually licked his cock clean. But they were not done. She had him erect in no time and fucked him in several different positions throughout the night. Armaan had marveled at her expertise and wondered about the source of her sexual experience. He had also noted that while he had orgasmed several times during the night, not once had he filled her up.

On their first marriage anniversary, Madanika proposed a radical idea that shocked the conservative, yet curious Armaan. They had experimented with roleplay, sex in public places, porn, sex toys, and even BDSM in the one year of their marriage, all at the insistence of his beautiful wife. She had loved challenging their boundaries, and every experience pushed it further for them. However, while they had indulged in her fantasies, not once had she allowed him to cum in her due to the risk of pregnancy.

“Honey, I think we should try swinging or keep an open marriage to spice up our sex lives,” she said coyly on that day as she twirled her hair while serving him breakfast. Armaan observed that Madanika was only dressed in a skimpy apron with nothing underneath. It barely covered her massive breasts, which threatened to spill out, and her ass was deliciously exposed when she sauntered seductively to the kitchen and back while serving him. Armaan did not understand what came over him when he marched into the kitchen and suddenly ripped off the apron from her body.

Madanika was surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor. Her husband unzipped his pants and thrust his cock into her slick, wet pussy. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as his cock reached into the depths of her wetness and hit her cervix. She threw her head back and moaned as he pulled her close to him and rammed her pussy repeatedly with his pulsing organ. After a few moments, he turned her and took her from behind. She gasped as he plunged his cock in and out rhythmically, brutally fucking her cunt. His hands held her breasts for support and mauled them hungrily, pinching her nipples.

“You are a bad girl for wanting a stranger’s cock in your greedy pussy. You are a dirty slut who wants to be ravished by someone other than your husband,” he growled. “You deserve to be punished,” he said, withdrawing his hands from her breasts and spanking her ass.

Madanika panted and arched her back, falling back on her husband for support. She pulled his head close to her shoulder, whimpering and stifling her screams.

“Yes, I am a dirty slut. I want another’s cock,” she said breathlessly. “Please…punish…me,” she screamed, falling ahead to use the kitchen counter for support. But Armaan did not allow her any respite and pulled her back, holding her arms as he fucked her hard. His groin violently thumped her ass, sending ripples across its supple curvature. As he neared his orgasm, he hugged her from behind, his arms encircling around her breasts to prevent her from slipping away. He increased his pace and felt her pussy’s walls clenching around his shaft. A delicious sensation enveloped his cock due to the sexual friction generated between his probing organ and her tight wetness.

“Oh fuck…,” she screamed. “Armaan, I am cumming. Please Armaan, don’t stop. I am cumming” she screamed as she felt her husband’s cock tighten and release its sticky load into her womb. Armaan held her close for an entire minute as they convulsed together in an explosive orgasm, the best sex they had ever had till date. When they were done, Madanika slumped to the floor, her breasts and ass reddened from the attention lavished upon them by her husband. She reached out to kiss him gently and cupped his face.

“That was amazing,” she whispered.

“I guess we can try swinging,” he murmured, which elicited an excited victory dance from his wife.

But Armaan put a condition to her: he was in charge of finding the first couple for the experience. Madanika readily agreed, since she was already looking forward to the experience. Armaan scoured legitimate swinger websites for days until he stumbled upon the perfect couple for their swinging experience.

While he had no doubts that Madanika would enjoy the experience, he decided he would not make it easy for her. If the lady loved challenges, he would make it challenging for her. Armaan met the couple thrice and studied them thoroughly before extending the formal invite to them for the swinging experience. The couple were seasoned swingers who had lots of experience. Further, when he shared his plans with them for the big night, they sportingly supported it.

When he informed Madanika of the developments, she was super excited and set about preparing the house for the big day. Little did she know that her husband had a surprise planned for her.

“Madanika, why don’t we enter into a bet? If you manage to seduce the couple to fuck only you, I will let you indulge in any fantasy that you want with them without any restrictions and watch like a helpless voyeur. You can indulge in anything that you want with them, and I will only watch.”

His wife was surprised by the posed conditions, and this raised her suspicions. However, she loved a challenge and accepted the terms wholeheartedly.

“Darling, do not burn with jealousy when the man fucks me out of my mind. Though it will be a pity to see your cock twitch with no woman to put it in,” she said in a sultry tone and blew him a flying kiss.

When the big night was finally upon them, Madanika selected a translucent black saree with a black deep neck lace bra blouse to go with it. The skimpy blouse clung firmly to her breasts, unable to cover her ample bosom. The blouse gave a generous view of her prominent cleavage, and the translucent fabric of the saree allowed a lavish display of her curves in just the right places. Her lush black hair was left open and fell just below her thin bra strap. She had applied kohl in her eyes to accentuate their form and dark maroon lipstick on her juicy lips.

When Armaan entered with the couple, he was greeted by soft and erotic music that carried a tantalizing promise for the night to come. The lights were dimmed, and scented candles effused the fragrances of vanilla, jasmine, and rose into the air. When the men stepped into the light, Madanika raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“This is Akshay, and this is Rajeev. They are a couple of experienced swingers with some kinks. Akshay is bisexual, and Rajeev is gay. Whenever Akshay wants some action with girls, Rajeev is happy to oblige and watch. He is a staunch homosexual with a voyeuristic streak,” Armaan declared with a cunning gleam in his eyes.

Madanika stood dumbfounded and stared at the two men. She immediately knew who was who because Akshay was a tall, well-built, and handsome man with a smoldering gaze. He hungrily drank her voluptuous form as he scanned her from top to bottom. In his mind, he had already stripped and impregnated this sultry beauty who stood in front of him, and the tent in his pants was visible despite the dim lights. Rajeev, on the other hand, was a thorough gentleman whose gaze held no passion, but a simple appreciation for the beauty before him. He was a fine specimen with an athletic build and clear, expressive eyes.

Madanika straightened her back and pushed out her chest to make a point. She invited the men to take a seat on the couch, where soft pillows were placed for comfort. The men sat down on the couch, while Armaan stood in a corner with a smirk.

What will you do, darling?

Madanika arrived with four glasses of red wine and regarded Armaan curiously.

“Honey, are you not going to come and enjoy wine with us?” she asked sweetly with a smile.

Her husband was taken aback. What was she thinking? Rajeev sat away from her, where he would have a front seat view of the action.

Naturally, Madanika sat next to Akshay, who wasted no time in feeling her delectable ass. Armaan watched as Akshay slowly ran his hands along her backside until it came to rest on her exposed midriff. As she sipped on her wine, her eyes fluttered in delight as his strong arms encircled around her shapely waist and pulled her possessively towards him. He drank a little wine and turned to face her. As he did, he planted a searing kiss on her lips, his mouth opening into hers.

Their lips were locked in a passionate embrace as the wine made its way into her mouth, and some dripped down her chin upon her cleavage. Akshay’s tongue explored the wife’s oral orifice, dancing with her tongue like pink fire. He placed the wine glass on a side table and did the same for Madanika’s glass without breaking the liplock.

Armaan was so engrossed in this erotic scene that he could feel an erection stirring in his groin and cast a glance at Rajeev. The man remained visibly unfazed by the sight, and the husband wondered how any man could resist such a hot scene. When the wife wrapped her hands around Akshay’s neck and pulled him closer, Armaan finally felt envy raise its ugly head. Akshay had placed one hand on her waist, pinching her curves, and the other hand removed the pallu of her saree to expose her skimpy blouse that barely restrained her boobs.

Akshay finally broke the kiss and stared possessively at Armaan’s wife. She was panting and could feel his burning desire for her as his one hand groped and massaged her breasts with her bra intact, while his other hand made its way to the rest of the saree and tugged it off her.

He was swift enough to unhook the bra too, like an expert who had practiced this on numerous women. But when Madanika caught sight of the way he looked at her, she felt special to be desired by such a man. Armaan watched with growing anticipation and horror as his wife, who was never coy with him, blushed under Akshay’s passionate gaze and tried to cover her breasts. Her efforts were in vain since her hands were too small to conceal her massive tits that hung like two forbidden fruits ready to be plucked.

Akshay pried her hands apart and greedily mauled her breasts. He groped and squeezed her tits while twirling and pinching her nipples. Madanika let out sultry moans and squirmed as exquisite pain mingled with pleasure jolted through her body. She arched her back and pressed her boobs in his hands, silently encouraging him to lavish his attention upon her sensitive nipples. Not once did she spare Armaan a subtle glance for permission as she surrendered her body completely to this stranger.

“I want to see it,” she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation and lust. Akshay was quick to oblige as he stripped to reveal his well-maintained physique and a seven-inch cock that obediently saluted her body. His cock was as long as Armaan’s, but it was definitely thicker. The slutty wife watched it with mesmerized fascination and hesitantly touched its throbbing head. However, in her trance-like state, she did not notice that Akshay had quickly tugged at the waistband of her petticoat to pull it down from her lower body. Armaan noticed that she stood shamelessly in the middle of the hall in nothing but her black lace panties.

Akshay quickly got Madanika on her knees and slapped her across the face with his thick organ. Madanika’s trance was cruelly broken, and the cock was shoved into her mouth. Akshay quickly took charge by holding her head and started ramming his cock into her mouth, fucking her deep-throat. The husband watched as tears stung her eyes, and she struggled to accommodate his hard shaft. But she surprised Armaan by quickly adjusting to Akshay’s pace and taking his entire length into her mouth like a pro. Her head bobbed up and down, her mouth welcoming his entire length in its warm embrace. She rolled her tongue around his cock and licked its sensitive head.

Akshay groaned in pleasure as he released his grip on her head and ceded control to her. Madanika wrapped her right hand around her lover’s shaft and gently stroked it, playing with its tip with her tongue. Her left hand traveled to her pussy, and she inserted two fingers in and out, soaking her fingers in her cunt’s juices. Madanika was the mistress of oral pleasure, and no man could resist her sexy tongue. By now, Armaan was having a full-blown erection himself, his hard member strained against the tight folds of his pants.

But he feared that if the others witnessed him pleasuring himself, he would be forced to abide by the unwritten rule of swinging – fucking the swapped partner. He was certain that he did not want any gay action, and this arrangement was merely to see what his wife would do in this situation. While she had the bisexual man wrapped around her finger, his gay partner still showed no signs of getting in on the action.

“That is enough, darling,” Akshay murmured hoarsely as he gently grasped her by the shoulders and raised her to her feet. Madanika wondered what he was going to do next when he suddenly scooped her up and threw her on the couch. Before she could react, Akshay went down on her and removed her panties to finally reveal her lovely rosy pink pussy. It was all too sudden, and Madanika did not know how to react. She watched as Akshay’s head vanished, and he began eating her pussy.

A powerful wave of pleasure spread like wildfire across her body as she writhed and moaned, reaching out to push his face into her pussy. Armaan had never willingly pleasured his wife orally, and he felt oddly insufficient for her. Akshay inserted his sharp tongue into the wife’s pussy and greedily sucked its swollen folds. The room was filled with Madanika’s obscene moans as she struggled to maintain her composure when she orgasmed from his oral ministrations.

“She is ready,” Rajeev observed as he cast an eye on Armaan. He watched with amusement as the husband struggled with his aching erection. Rajeev had seen his partner take numerous wives in front of their “modern” husbands, and many of those husbands never tried anything like swinging again for fear of losing their wives to this lifestyle. Armaan had good reason to feel like those wronged husbands. But as Rajeev thought about the hypocrisy of husbands, he himself was turned on by Madanika’s sexual interaction with his boyfriend, a feeling he thought was alien to him when seeing a woman in action.

Armaan finally unzipped his pants and freed his throbbing shaft. Rajeev shook his head and wondered how Armaan would bear to watch his wife scream out a stranger’s name when his boyfriend took Madanika in front of her husband.

As Akshay finally rose, his throbbing cock ready for action, Madanika gestured him to pause and sauntered seductively to Rajeev. The silent partner was taken aback when she looked at him with shining eyes and felt for his erection. There was no hint of disappointment when she found none. She simply smiled and bent down, swaying her ass seductively at Akshay, who was growing impatient. When he watched her glistening pussy lips on full display, he caught her hips and plunged his cock into her slick and warm wetness.

Madanika screamed as her sensitive body rocked back and forth, her naughty breasts swaying with every brutal thrust from Akshay into her pussy. Her pussy walls were being stretched by Akshay’s thick meaty cock, and her cunt’s tight walls clenched around his massive shaft. As Akshay fucked Madanika in full swing, Armaan witnessed a curious sight. He watched as the gay partner rose and unzipped his cock to Madanika’s face. Madanika’s eyes met Rajeev’s gaze, and she found something curious in them. She wrapped her mouth around his flaccid cock, much to Akshay’s surprise, who was still pounding her from behind.

Armaan watched in horror as Madanika sucked on Rajeev’s cock while Akshay punished her pussy with incredible stamina. Madanika seemed to have cum twice since Akshay had begun their carnal union.

As the obscenity unfolded before him, Armaan realized that Madanika had cast a glance at him while she was being fucked from the front and from behind. There was a slight smile on her face as Armaan watched Rajeev moan and hold her head, shoving his erect cock deep into her mouth. The wife had done the impossible and breathed life into a flaccid cock that was supposed to rise only for men. Moreover, Rajeev’s cock was certainly longer than Armaan’s cock.

The two men worked their magic on Madanika, their cocks working in tandem to achieve one objective – the pleasure of the woman. After fucking her oral and vaginal orifices for several minutes, the strangers switched positions, with Akshay taking her mouth and Rajeev taking her pussy.

For Rajeev, the feeling of the warm embrace of a lady’s womanhood was completely foreign. He loved the feeling of his cock being perfectly enveloped by Madanika’s welcome cunt, and he leaned forward to get a generous feel of her breasts. For Madanika, Rajeev’s erect cock effortlessly hit her G-spot, making her cum multiple times as he plunged his hard cock in and out of her swollen pussy.

His curiosity stoked a fire within him as he massaged her breasts while Akshay celebrated his partner’s attempts to explore his sexual identity.

The room was filled with sweat, sweet scents, and the sounds of erotic grunts of the men mingled with Madanika’s moans. Armaan stood quietly in a corner, wondering how a swinging experience had turned into a threesome. As the men neared their climax, Rajeev leaned in and kissed Madanika’s back.

“My goddess, am I allowed to cum in you?” he asked tentatively.

Madanika subtly nodded her consent, much to Armaan’s shock. The two men increased their pace, steadily chipping away at the wife’s control on her body as they groaned and released jets of sticky cum into her mouth and pussy. Their semen filled her up, and she nearly collapsed as exhaustion finally overtook her.

However, the two strangers held her up and comfortably laid her down on the couch. Armaan took in the damage dealt upon his wife. Her breasts and ass were red from the constant mauling and skin-on-skin action they had received. Her neck was ridden with love bites from Akshay. Her waist had reddened in certain spots where Akshay had pinched her. However, Madanika’s pussy had seen the worst of it, as it was swollen and leaking semen like a tap spurting water.

“Thank you, Madanika,” the men said in unison. They looked at her as if she were a goddess, their adoration for her growing every minute as she weakly looked at them and smiled.

“We are not done yet,” she said hoarsely. “According to the bet between me and my husband, I needed both partners of the other couple to fuck only me. I did that, hence I get to make my deepest fantasies into reality.”

A pit grew in Armaan’s stomach as he remembered what he had promised his wife in case she won.

“I want you two men as my husbands for an entire week. I want you to use me as you see fit. I will serve you as your obedient wife in the bedroom, and your jobs are to give me what I need. All I want from you two is to put a baby in my belly. As my husband lost the bet, he will be my husband, forced to watch as my two new husbands impregnate me again and again until I am finally pregnant from either one of them,” she said with a victorious grin.

The two men looked back at Armaan, whose turn it was to stand dumbfounded. He hadn’t just lost the bet. He had possibly lost his wife too.