Rohan and middle-aged Indian cuckold couple – Part 2

Chapter 1: Awakening Desire

The night had been a whirl of passion and connection, a culmination of years of suppressed desire and friendship. As the dawn’s early light crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, the three of us lay entangled in a web of exhaustion and satisfaction.

Manju, lying between Sanju and me, was a vision of spent desire. Her milky white body still glistened from the night’s passionate exertions. Our nude bodies pressed together, the heat of our shared intimacy lulling us into a peaceful slumber.

Around 4 am, I felt a gentle, warm sensation pulling me from the depths of sleep. Then I opened my eyes to see Manju’s head bobbing between my legs, her mouth skillfully working on my balls. The sight of her eyes closed in concentration sent a jolt of arousal through me. She looked up. Her gaze filled with a mischievous glint and whispered that she had always fantasized about being fucked while her husband slept beside her.

My desire ignited. I pushed her face down onto my erect cock, and she began sucking with the fervor of a seasoned lover. Her mouth was hot and eager, drawing moans from my lips as she took me deep. But a sudden dominant urge took over me.

I pulled her off. Her eyes widened with surprise and told her I was going to tie her up and take her ass. She hesitated, fear and excitement warring in her expression, but eventually nodded, agreeing to try it despite the pain she anticipated.

Chapter 2: Submission and Preparation

Then I tied her hands to the bedposts, her voluptuous breasts pressing against the sheets, and her tight, inviting ass raised towards me. The sight of her, submissive and waiting, was intoxicating. I poured almond oil into my hands and began to massage her ass. My fingers were slipping between her cheeks and teasing her tight hole.

She moaned softly as I worked the oil into her skin, loosening her muscles and preparing her for what was to come. As my fingers worked their magic, I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You look so beautiful like this, Manju. So, ready for me?”

Her breath hitched, and she whispered back, “Please, I want it. I want to feel you inside me.”

After a few minutes, her body glistening and ready, I coated myself in oil and positioned myself behind her.

Slowly, I guided my thick, dark cock to her entrance, the head pressing against her puckered hole. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a cry as I pushed in, the tightness of her ass gripping me like a vice. Inch by inch, I filled her, her body shuddering with the mix of pain and pleasure.

Chapter 3: Arousing Sanju

Sanju woke up at her muffled screams, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene. “Behanchod, kya kar rahe ho?!” (What are you doing, sister-fucker?!) he exclaimed, sitting up.

I grinned at him, my thrusts growing more confident. “Chutiye, dekh teri biwi ki gaand mar raha hu.” (You pussyhole, see I am fucking your wife’s ass.)

Sanju’s shock quickly turned to arousal. “Haa, maar saali ki gaand. Bilkul virgin hai,” (Yes, fuck her ass. It’s virgin) he said, his voice thick with lust.

With renewed vigor, I pounded into Manju, her tight ass squeezing me with every thrust. Her screams became mixed with moans, the pain giving way to a twisted pleasure. Sanju, unable to resist, positioned himself in front of her, his cock hard and ready. Then he thrust into her mouth, her lips stretching around him as she took him in.

Chapter 4: Complete Domination

Now, Manju was caught between us, my cock driving into her ass and Sanju was filling her mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion – her muffled cries, our grunts of pleasure, and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh. I could feel my orgasm building, the tightness of her ass, and the sight of her so thoroughly used pushing me over the edge. With a final deep thrust, I came inside her, filling her with my seed.

Collapsing onto her back, I kissed her earlobe, whispering sweet nothings as she continued to suck Sanju. He followed soon after, his cum spilling into her mouth, and she swallowed it eagerly. As we lay there, spent and sated, Manju confessed that while the pain had been intense, the pleasure had been even greater. She looked at us with a newfound hunger and whispered her desire for more – for double penetration, to be sandwiched between us.

Sanju and I exchanged a knowing glance. This was only the beginning. We assured her that many more pleasures awaited, and as the sun rose higher, casting its golden light over our intertwined bodies. We drifted back to sleep, dreaming of the many nights yet to come.

Chapter 5: Daytime Fantasies

The next day, the air was thick with the lingering scent of our night of passion. We awoke slowly, our bodies sore but satisfied. Manju lay between us, a serene smile on her face, her body covered in the remnants of the almond oil.

Sanju and I exchanged a look of contentment and silent understanding. What we had shared was more than just physical pleasure. It was a bond that had brought us even closer together.

We spent the morning lounging in bed, our hands and lips wandering over each other’s bodies, reigniting the flames of desire. Manju reveled in the attention, her moans of pleasure filling the room as we explored her body anew. The connection between us was palpable, a testament to the depth of our friendship and the intensity of our passion.

Over breakfast, we discussed our newfound dynamic. Manju’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she shared her fantasies, her voice trembling with anticipation. Sanju and I listened intently, our own arousal growing as she described her desire for more adventurous encounters.

Chapter 6: Preparing for the Night

As the day wore on, the anticipation for the night ahead grew. We decided to prepare ourselves, both physically and mentally for the pleasures that awaited us. Manju took a long, luxurious bath, her body soaking in the fragrant water, her mind drifting to the fantasies she had shared with us.

Sanju and I took the opportunity to talk, our conversation turning to the logistics of double penetration and the best ways to ensure Manju’s comfort and pleasure. We gathered the necessary items:- more almond oil, silk scarves for restraint, and a few toys to heighten the experience.

Manju emerged from the bath, her skin soft and glowing, her eyes alight with anticipation. We spent the afternoon in a state of heightened arousal, our touches and kisses a constant reminder of the night to come.

Chapter 7: Night of Passion

As the sun set, we moved to the bedroom, our bodies humming with anticipation. Manju lay on the bed, her eyes closed, her body already glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Sanju and I positioned ourselves on either side of her, our hands roaming over her body, our lips trailing kisses along her soft skin.

I began by massaging her, the almond oil slicking her skin, my hands kneading her muscles, and heightening her arousal. Sanju mirrored my movements, his hands joining mine in a symphony of sensation. Manju’s moans filled the room, her body arching towards our touch, her desire palpable.

We took our time, building her arousal to a fever pitch. When she was trembling with need, we positioned her on her hands and knees, her ass raised invitingly. I knelt behind her, coating my cock in oil before pressing it against her entrance. Sanju moved to her front, his cock hard and ready.

Chapter 8: Double Penetration

“Are you ready?” I whispered, my voice thick with arousal.

Manju nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. “Yes, please. I want both of you.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, I pushed into her ass, the tightness and heat enveloping me. Manju gasped, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the sensation. Sanju waited until I was fully seated inside her before guiding his cock to her pussy, sliding in with a smooth thrust.

The feeling of being so completely filled drove Manju to the edge. Her moans turned to cries of pleasure, her body trembling with each thrust. We moved in perfect synchrony, our movements timed to maximize her pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of our shared passion, a symphony of desire that drove us all to new heights.

Chapter 9: Heightened Pleasures

The sensations were overwhelming. The tight grip of Manju’s ass around my cock, the wet heat of her pussy enveloping Sanju, her cries of pleasure, and the rhythmic slap of our bodies all combined to create an intense, erotic atmosphere. Manju’s body was a canvas of pleasure, her skin flushed, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

As we neared our climaxes, the intensity only grew. My thrusts became more urgent, my need to fill her with my seed driving me forward. Sanju’s pace quickened as well, his own desire to claim her evident in his movements.

With a final, powerful thrust, I came inside her, my seed filling her ass. The sensation pushed Manju over the edge, her cries reaching a crescendo as her orgasm tore through her. Sanju followed soon after, his own release spilling into her pussy, mingling with her juices.

Chapter 10: Afterglow and Connection

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies spent but deeply satisfied. Manju lay between us,

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