The Indian wedding orgy – Part 1

The following story has been written, taking into consideration a role-play chat I had on Reddit a few months ago. The majority of the story will be in the lady’s perspective, but I will try to mix and match perspectives to make it more gripping (every single pun intended).

A slow Tuesday in Patiala turned slightly exciting when I noticed an invitation kept on the dining table when I came back home from work. The card was for a wedding down the street, for our neighborhood doctor’s daughter. I remember him telling me about fixing his daughter’s marriage last week.

23rd November? I hope Praval is free; it’s been so long since we went to a social event. Gotta start looking for a lehenga too!

Well, the 23rd came a bit too soon, Praval’s futile efforts to miss this event have been in vain, but Sujata’s dress is not ready yet. Looking deep inside her wardrobe full of clothes, she finds her old lehenga, one she used during her college days. Now a lot bustier, surprisingly, the lehenga fits like a glove. The only issue? Skin show is still a taboo in this small town, but the determination to go for a fun little society meetup, however orthodox, is one of the few times Sujata gets any sort of fun in this mundane accounting job. Doesn’t help that even a well-to-do corporate slave of a husband lacks the very essence of any sort of excitement since he got his glorious promotion.

A low-cut golden blouse paired with a low-waist lehenga after 15 years of graduating college should’ve been something Sujata could’ve outgrown, but a natural distaste for oily food and the energy to still pursue dancing has kept a sense of youthful joy both in her personality and her body.

Sujata quickly finishes her makeup and is ready to pull her husband out of the house to leave for the reception.

Praval and Sujata find themselves at the reception; Sujata is quick to find her gang of local ladies, and Praval finds a quiet corner that he shares with husbands just like him, away from all the glamour and glimmer, and in a world of liquor-induced intoxication and tobacco-filled air. It is quite the extreme, but a peaceful place where it is easy to get lost.

“Bhalla ji, dekhiye ye hai aaj kal ki nayi generation, shaadi hai par mariyada nahi, kapde chote, par galti se kuch boldo toh problem hai, ab hamari soch choti kaise ho sakti hai jab kalpana ke liye kuch choda hi na gaya ho.”

Ajitesh Sharma, an electronics store owner in the town, sitting happily with his glass of rum and a belly that could rival that of a barrel, talks to his fellow Indian Uncle turned social commentator, Yash Bhalla, a tall, unassuming frame with wrinkles that signify his age, holding a glass of whiskey, shakes his head in agreement to Sharma ji’s certainly backward comment.

Well, this duo of social commentators leaves no stones unturned as every young girl entering the wedding is in instant radar, with nothing better to do than to eat and drink; all topics of politics have been exhausted. Sujata, an excited butterfly, is also a target, rarely present in any societal events, she is a new character in the list of people to gossip about in our little neighborhood.

Whispering comments on her attire are normal conversations that Sujata has the bad fortune to overhear, but today is her day. The ladies enter the bride’s room to congratulate her and judge for themselves if effort is being put in; at the end of the day, society will always judge. Sujata stays back after all the ladies leave; she, always the one concerned, talks to the bride about her future and gives her the belief that everything will turn out fine. As she leaves the room in a winding hallway, she loses track and finds herself in front of the groom’s room.

A weird noise from inside is audible, and an open door is an open invitation for the curious cat. Opening the door a bit, and on the groom’s bed, we see a sherwani, while a man is knelt down sucking a cock. The shock turns Sujata red, and pushes the door wide open.

Absolutely frozen on the scene, two men and Sujata at the door, suddenly she is pulled inside, and the door is shut closed. Abhijay and Armaan, the groom and his best friend, stand in front of Sujata, naked, while trying their best to cover their cocks.

Abhijay’s mouth is wet from the spit while sucking, and Armaan has bite marks all over him; this wasn’t a dream Sujata just found herself witnessing – gay sex.

Family can really pressure one into weird situations, and a friendship that was platonic for the majority of others had a lusty secret behind. Armaan has known about this situation since the start and today decided to take the relationship to the next level.

Sujata stood there, red, as the two men tried to explain their case.

Armaan: “Please don’t tell this to anyone; it would be an issue that we won’t be able to come out of.”

Sujata stood there, motionless, at what she saw, but with Armaan’s hand on her shoulder, she snaps back; Armaan, now not covering his wet cock, is completely naked. A tall boy, around 6 feet, with a muscular body, Armaan is certainly a heartthrob. It doesn’t hurt that a beautiful, veiny cock is also something God gifted this bisexual beast. Looking behind him was an embarrassed Abhijay, wiping his mouth, standing there, with a red face, and covering his manhood; his body was fit but average in all other aspects.

Armaan continued begging for Sujata to stay quiet. Sujata, though, had other plans; years since she was this wet, this was certainly something she never expected to see.

“I have one requirement.”

Both the boys looked up…

“You have to continue doing what you were doing, but I will watch.”

A red-faced Sujata stood there, looking down, while both the men were shell-shocked. Armaan turned towards Abhijay and got hold of him. Pushed him down and dangled his now-flaccid cock in front of his face. Sujata took to a seat next to the bed, hands shivering, looking for what was in front.

As Abhijay took the cock in, he released his grip from hiding his own junk and got a hold of Armaan, who clearly was an alpha. Soon, the short sucks turned into long, drawn-out ones, as Armaan’s cock gained its full size, no less than 8 inches and pretty thick. Armaan was hissing and moaning throughout.

His big arms around Abhijay’s head, pushing him deeper. Suddenly, his eyes move towards Sujata, who is lost in this excitement. So lost that her hands have found a way into her lehenga. Armaan senses an opportunity and takes his cock out of Abhijay’s suction mouth. He steps closer to Sujata and dangles his massive cock in front of her face, teasing her, inviting her to come touch it. Sujata is startled, but is too horny to think better.

This is the biggest dick she has ever seen, and a dry sex life with Praval doesn’t help. Horny Sujata grips the cock tight; the warmth spreads as she is getting wet just thinking about it. Abhijay, now far more confident, comes close and offers Armaan a kiss, which he gladly accepts. Sujata starts jerking Armaan off when she notices Abhijay’s 7-inch girthmaster looked much bigger than expected. Sujata got a hold of it too, holding two cocks at once for the first time in her life. As she jerked the two off, the boys made out, tongues swirling, and hands exploring; Sujata gives into her temptations and starts blowing Armaan.

Soon, she is oscillating between the two dicks, now rock-hard, as the boys finally separate; Armaan lifts Sujata up and unties her lehenga. Sujata turns around, showcasing her still very plump ass towards the boys. Her lacy panty is drenched as she stands there in her blouse and nothing else. Armaan throws both on the bed and opens Sujata’s long, toned legs.

Her bushy pussy stinks of horniness as Armaan slurps up all the juices; meanwhile, Armaan face-fucks Abhijay, who is struggling to take the length on the opposite side of the bed.

A moaning Sujata suddenly squirts and squirms to an earth-shattering orgasm. Armaan gets up and turns Abhijay to a doggy. Abhijay’s monster hangs down as Armaan enters the tight ass. The push is hard, and as soon as Armaan enters, he starts rocking back and forth, slowly entering newer ground in an experienced ass. Still new to this kind of length and girth, Abhijay struggles with moans and cries. Sujata, now getting up, still with that orgasm lingering, goes towards Armaan and starts kissing his body.

A stronger, younger man with a muscular body is enough to get Sujata all worked up, and when Abhijay begs to be turned, Sujata’s attention turns to the massive girthmaster that stands upright on Abhijay’s relatively lean body. Sujata starts sucking the cock, struggling to take in the girth, but Armaan, who is enjoying fucking his childhood friend, finally pushes Sujata’s head down.

A gagging Sujata is suddenly welcomed to a new surprise with Abhijay’s cum coating her mouth.

The hot and thick cum has such a bitter taste and slimy consistency, yet Sujata loves the taste as she sucks to make sure not a single drop of this nectar is wasted. Armaan is now going in and out of Abhijay’s ass easily and now shifts his focus towards Sujata, whose ass looks spankable.

Thad… Thad… two quick-fire spanks turn Sujata’s dusky skin a cute shade of pink as Armaan nears his orgasm. But this is when someone at the door knocks.

Wtf…

The next part will be submitted surely in a few days. If any suggestions, look or hit up [email protected]