Mysore Couples Fantasy Fulfilled To The Brim

Hi all Indian sex story readers, this is Madhan here, first of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback for the story ‘Seduction Of Gorgeous Indian Mami Met During Housewarming Function’.

My life real time sexual experience stories are already written and published. I am happy to help guys/girls/aunties with wild hot real stories in their life. You can share me in detail if possible with pictures (for a clear detailed story). I can write and publish in their stead.

About Me: I am a Madhan (NO QUESTIONS, NO STRINGS, JUST RAW FUN) of 27 years, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder and a well-built body. I basically belong to one of the cleanest city in India Mysuru. But currently, I am working in Bangalore and engineer by profession.

I traveled almost all around India, seeing chicks of all states. I personally felt Punjabi chicks are very hot, wild, sexy and beautiful. Guys this is the story is about how a casual chat with one of my ISS readers progressed to fulfilling his fantasies which were just unimaginatively wild, exotic and exciting.

I received a lot of emails and messages from my readers; one such was Prasanna Kamat. Our initial exchange of emails was normal. He expressed his liking for the story and I thanked him. For the next fifteen days, there was no mail from Kamat and I even forgot him.

He sent a “Hi” on the hangout and we started our introductory chatting. Kamat was happily married, aged 40 and lives near Pandavapura (a village close to Mysore). He belonged to a Brahmin big combined family with only relatives crowded on every corner around his place.

His own house consisted of father, mother, grandmother, four brothers with their respective families, (spouse and kids), his wife and his son. As he started gaining faith and trust in me, he started sharing his fantasy. That was to shag till his dick is dry while seeing his wife getting banged by another guy.

As days progressed our chats advanced to Kamat sharing his wife pictures in lingerie. We exchanged our Whatsapp numbers. One night he sent a picture of his wife Amala (name changed) in a saree with her cleavage slightly visible from her deep cut blouse and her curvy milky hips.

He did a video call from the field and asked me to talk about Amala’s beauty and sexy figure. My body winning over my hearts moral obligatory, I started describing Amala from her head to toe with dirty, slimy and sensual words. With each word uttered of his wife his dick grew. He started shagging his dick and when I started describing her round shapely tenderly spongy soft ass he shot his cum skywards.

We continued our calls fantasizing with role-plays on so many new different ways of banging Amala like, he shagging while I am forcing my huge dick into her wide open juicy mouth; double penetration into her two holes simultaneously with four hands pleasuring her milk tankards; double penetration one into her slightly hairy pussy and other being her mouth.

He caught us in an act which is me spanking her ass red with a penis inside her in doggy style and her continued moaning even after she finds her husband is standing in front of her. She having sex conversation with Kamat over the phone while I am arousing her vaginal clitoris and many more. I was dumbstruck seeing Kamat an orthodox family guy living in a village backdrop with so many fantasies which is considered taboo in a country like India.

I felt inappropriate and morally wrong when he started calling me with his phone hidden while being private with his wife, while she is changing dress, while she comes out of the bath in the single towel. I conveyed the same thing to Kamat and asked him to act with limits. I have the utmost respect for ladies.

I consider it utterly inept anything without their permission like the one which Kamat was doing. He did not reply for the next two days. On day three he called me and explained an unthinkable which was beyond the reach of my belief. He told me that his wife was totally involved in all the hot conversation happened so far and they intentionally kept it hidden from me.

They only revealed this because of my act of respect shown towards Amala. He even told me that most of the fantasy role-play was incepted by none other than Amala. When I asked him to stop lying he gave the phone to Amala. I was on cloud 9 hearing her sweet sexy voice.

First meeting: After the revelation, we decided to meet and a lot was running on my mind. I was riding my bike to the meeting location which was A1 Punjabi Dhaba which is situated between Mysore and Bangalore Highway around 13 km from Mysore.

I reached the restaurant at 4:00 p.m. as planned; chose a hut, sat and texted to Kamat. While my eyes were scanning the menu, my mind was feeling anxious, lustful with a tinge of cold sweet forming over my forehead and unparalleled excitement running over my body.

I was astonished when I got a call from Kamat since I was not expecting them to fulfill the promise of meeting and asked me where I was? I walked straight out and shook the hand with Kamat. We walked to the hut I was sitting. It was a closed hut with only one door for going in or out.

I sat on one side of the table while Kamat and his wife Amala sat on the other side of the table facing me. My eyes immediately met with Amala and later with Kamat. Oh god, what a sexy lady, guys you may not, believe me, she was stunningly gorgeous.

Let me describe Amala. She was aged around 35, around 5.10” height, medium toned sandy color face. Her windswept dark hairs gave a free-spirited look with a milky white soft petal jasmine which was emanating heavenly fragrance. A blue pyramid-shaped bindi and a vermilion on the parting of her hairs.

She had a heart-shaped face. Her eyes were set apart and her thin brow just made her eyes very prominent. Juicy rosy luscious lips with a heavy lower lip and a simple stud on her nose just increased her beauty. She was wearing an orange and green floral saree with a matching plain light orange blouse which was covering her huge pair of soft bosom very tightly.

She had slightly sagging hips which will make any man hard with a soft touch and her ass was a sight to see (no words to describe). Kamat, on the other hand, was smarter to match the beauty of Amala. He was wearing a neatly tucked blue check shirt with a jeans pant.

We three sat there looking at each other with bewildered. I broke the ice by telling them, “Hi, nanage gothu swalpa muzhugara irutte, feel free aagi feel comfortable” (Hi, I know it’s slightly awkward but feel free and comfortable).

We started talking normal stuff (later progressing to Amala explaining on how all these started). Slowly I moved to next level talking openly maturely about the private body parts. I started to appreciate, alluring Amala about her assets. Then just moved to talk dirty in a hushed voice with the inspiration of Kamat.

I could see Kamat stroking his private over the jeans as I continued to compliment praise Amala boobs, hips, ass. I could see Amala blushing with a hint of thirst poking out of her eyes, a craving smile in the corner of her mouth.

On hearing footsteps Kamat silenced me. The waiter arrived to take the order, we ordered three beers and snacks to eat. As the waiter was making his way out, I grabbed her hands, stood up and sat next to her with our eyes locked with each other.

I sat next to Amala with her being sandwiched between Kamat on one side and me on the other side. I could smell her strong body perfume; I placed a gentle kiss on her soft hands and looked straight at Kamat’s expression. He moved next to me hidden and away from the entrance of the hut, inserted hand inside the zip of his jeans and started to rub it slowly.

My dick was also fully erect and was dancing inside my pant. I gently placed one hand on her sexy spongy soft hip and another hand on her neck pulling her face close to mine, she started breathing heavily. Her eyes moving from Kamat to me and back to Kamat repeatedly.

I started pressing her hips, pulled her face close to mine and kissed her lips deeply tasting her wet juicy honey filled mouth. I broke the kiss with a fear of getting caught by the waiter who was about to come back with our order.

Guy’s lengthy story is always boring to read and I wanted to explain every minute details of the act. In our next part, I will continue explaining how wildly Amala was in the restaurant after the drinks which will be further continued later with our acts in the field at night over the green lush.

Please send your feedback to [email protected], your valuable likes and comments will inspire me in writing the second part as soon as possible. Again feel free to contact my mail/hangout [email protected] (aunties/girls in and around Mysore/Bangalore without hesitation). Thank you to all ISS friends.