Hello my dear readers, let me introduce myself. I am Sneha, a divorced woman from Delhi, eager to share my hidden desires. I have had my share of relationships during my married days, but now I crave something new. With a figure of 36-34-36, I have always had a thing for excitement.
Back in college, I lived with a boyfriend who satisfied me daily. But now, working in a hospital, I find myself longing for that connection again. That was when I met him, a handsome Kenyan student. I couldn’t resist his charm, and our WhatsApp chats grew steamy.
One weekend, we went to a club in Gurgaon. Our dance grew intimate, and in the car, I had my first taste of his thick, long cock. I had only seen ones like it in porn, and I was eager for more.
The next week, he visited the hospital again, and we snuck away to a secluded spot. He took me in his arms and whispered if he could kiss me. I eagerly said yes, and we made out passionately.
Afterward, we booked a hotel room. I sucked him for what felt like an eternity, savoring every inch. Then, he took charge, filling me up in a way I’d never experienced before. His strokes grew faster, and I begged for more.
He didn’t disappoint. We fucked all night, in every position imaginable. He painted my breasts with his cum, and I reveled in the feeling of his hot seed on my skin.
The following week, I convinced him to come to my place. I wore a black saree, which was his fantasy. The sight of me in it was too much for him, and he ravished me without mercy.
As I lay in bed with him, I couldn’t resist the urge to taste his delicious cock again. I began to gently rub it, feeling it thicken in my hand. His eyes shot open, and he groaned with pleasure as he felt my touch.
“Baby, are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.
“Mmhmm,” I murmured, already taking him into my mouth. His cock was just as amazing as the first time, maybe even more so because it was in the privacy of my own room. I sucked and licked him slowly, savoring every inch, letting him feel my warmth and wetness.
The black guy took over, fucking my mouth with a gentle rhythm. His hands gripped my hair, guiding me as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. I could feel him getting closer to climax, so I cupped his balls and sucked harder, taking him deep into my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” the Kenyan guy whispered, his hips bucking slightly. I knew he was close, so I worked faster, my tongue swirling around his head. He tasted so good, and I couldn’t get enough.
Finally, he exploded in my mouth, filling it with his hot cum. I swallowed every drop, feeling it slide down my throat. He collapsed back onto the bed, panting, and I crawled up to cuddle with him.
Our relationship grew stronger, and we started meeting almost every day. I found myself craving his touch, his kisses, and most of all, his incredible cock. We tried new things together, pushing each other’s boundaries and exploring every inch of each other’s bodies.
One night, we decided to spice things up even more. I put on a pair of stiletto heels and a lacy thong, and we played a game of strip poker. Each time one of us lost a piece of clothing, we had to perform a sexy dare.
The game was intense, and by the time we were both naked, we were both so turned on that we couldn’t wait any longer. He bent me over the bed and took me from behind, his cock sliding into my wet pussy with ease.
“Oh, baby, you’re so tight,” he growled, gripping my hips tightly. “You feel so good.”
I moaned in response, pushing back onto him, urging him to go deeper. His strokes grew more forceful, and I could feel my orgasm building.
“I’m going to cum,” I whimpered, my voice muffled by the pillow.
“Me too,” he panted, his grip tightening. “Cum for me, Sneha.”
And with that, we both let go, our bodies shuddering with pleasure. We collapsed onto the bed, our limbs tangled together, and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
Every time we were together, it was like the first time. We never got bored of each other’s bodies, always finding new ways to pleasure one another. His cock was a never-ending source of excitement for me, and I knew I’d never get enough of it.
As the weeks turned into months, we grew closer and more in love. We talked about our futures and what we wanted from life. I never thought I’d find someone who could fill the void left by my ex-husband, but here I was, in the arms of a man who treated me like a goddess.
And every night, as he fucked me senseless, I knew I’d made the right choice. His cock was a symbol of our love, a bridge between us that nothing could ever break.
As we lay in bed, sated and content, he whispered, “I can’t believe I ever went without this.”
“Me neither,” I replied, smiling. And with that, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies connected, our hearts full of passion.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing. He groaned and reached for it, his hand brushing against my bare skin. “It’s my friend,” he murmured, his eyes still closed. “They want to know if I’m free tonight.”
“Tell them yes,” I said, nibbling on his earlobe. “But only if they come to my place.”
He opened his eyes and grinned. “You want a threesome?”
“Mmhmm,” I purred, running my hand down his chest. “I want to see how that big cock of yours performs in front of an audience.”
His friend, another college student, was just as eager as we were. He arrived at my place that evening, his eyes widening when he saw me in lingerie. I had prepared a special night for us, with candles and a bottle of wine. We started with a slow dance, our bodies moving in sync.
As the music played, the tension grew. I could feel their eyes on me, hungrily devouring every inch of my 36-34-36 figure. I led them to the bedroom, my heart racing. I had never been with two men before, but the thought of their cocks inside me was driving me wild.
We all sat on the bed, sipping our wine. “So, who’s going first?” I asked, a playful glint in my eye.
They both looked at each other, then back at me. “How about we both go at the same time?” the Kenyan suggested.
I nodded eagerly, my pussy already wet with anticipation. They stripped off their clothes, and my eyes widened at the sight of their cocks. Both were thick and long, but his friend’s was slightly girthier.
“Lie down,” he instructed, his voice firm. I obeyed, my legs spread wide. He knelt between my thighs, his cock pointing straight at my pussy. I felt a shiver of excitement as he leaned in to kiss me, his hand playing with my breasts.
His friend took his place beside us, stroking his own cock as he watched us. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.
“Thank you,” I moaned, feeling my body respond to their touches.
The Kenyan slid into me, filling me up completely. I gasped as he began to move, his cock hitting all the right spots. His friend took my hand and placed it on his cock, guiding me to stroke him as we watched the show.
“Now, it’s my turn,” the friend said, a hint of challenge in his voice.
I nodded, eager to feel them both inside me. The Kenyan pulled out and the friend took his place, his cock stretching me wider than I’d ever been. They switched back and forth, each one taking their time, savoring every second.
“I want to taste you,” I told them, sitting up. They positioned themselves side by side, their cocks standing tall. I took one in each hand and began to suck, switching between them, feeling their excitement grow.
“Fuck, that feels good,” the Kenyan groaned.
“Mmhmm,” I murmured, taking his cock deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his head. His friend was equally vocal, his hips bucking slightly as I worked him over.
We spent hours exploring each other’s bodies, the three of us lost in a world of pleasure. They took turns fucking me in every position, their cocks filling me up until I couldn’t handle anymore.
“I want to feel you both inside me,” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming.
They looked at each other, grinning. “You sure?” the Kenyan asked.
“More than anything,” I replied.
They positioned me on my hands and knees, and the Kenyan slid into my pussy from behind. His friend knelt in front of me, his cock at my mouth. I took him deep, feeling the head hit the back of my throat.
Then, with a gentle push, the Kenyan’s cock slipped out of my pussy, and his friend took its place. They started moving together, filling me completely. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, the sensation of being so full overwhelming.
“You like that, baby?” the Kenyan asked, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
“Mmhmm,” I murmured, my voice muffled by the cock in my mouth.
They picked up the pace, their strokes in perfect harmony. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body tightening around them.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” the friend groaned. “I can’t hold it much longer.”
“Me neither,” the Kenyan grunted, his thrusts growing more urgent.
The pressure was building inside me, my orgasm approaching like a freight train. I could feel their cocks swelling, their breaths growing ragged.
“Cum for me, baby,” I begged, my voice barely audible.
And with that, they both exploded inside me, their hot seed filling my pussy and mouth. I swallowed every drop, feeling their cocks pulse with pleasure.
Afterward, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies covered in sweat and cum. We lay there, panting, our hearts racing.
“That was amazing,” I murmured, looking up at them with a satisfied smile.
“You’re one hot fuck,” the Kenyan said, leaning down to kiss me.
“Thanks,” I replied, feeling a glow of pride.
Their friendship grew stronger as we continued to explore our sexual boundaries together. Each time we met, we’d try something new, pushing each other further and further.
One weekend, we decided to go on a road trip to Goa. The thought of spending three days in a hotel room with them, with nothing but the ocean and our desires, was too tempting to resist.
The drive was long, but the anticipation was worth it. We arrived at our hotel and immediately went to our room, our bodies hungry for each other.
“Strip,” the Kenyan said, his eyes gleaming.
I obeyed, slowly peeling off my clothes, watching as their cocks grew harder. They followed suit, and soon we were all naked, our bodies pressed together on the bed.
We made love all weekend, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore a constant reminder of our own passion. We fucked on the beach, in the shower, and even in the pool.
Our final night, we decided to go out. We found a secluded spot on the beach, the moon casting a soft glow over our naked bodies.
“I want you both to fuck me,” I whispered, looking into their eyes.
They didn’t hesitate, the Kenyan lying down behind me while his friend took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. I felt the tip of the Kenyan’s cock at my entrance, and then, with one smooth motion, he pushed inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my pussy stretching around his thickness.
His friend positioned himself in front of me, his cock standing proud. I took it in my mouth, sucking and stroking him as the Kenyan pounded into me from behind.
The sand was rough against my skin, but the pleasure was too intense to care. We moved together, our bodies in sync with the rhythm of the waves.
“I’m going to cum,” the Kenyan grunted, his thrusts growing more erratic.
“Me too,” his friend gasped, his cock pulsing in my mouth.
They came together, filling me up with their cum, and I swallowed every drop, feeling more alive than ever before.
As we lay there, the cool breeze caressing our skin, I knew this was a night I’d never forget. The sand clung to our bodies, a reminder of our wild passion.
“I love you,” I whispered, looking into the Kenyan’s eyes.
“I love you too, baby,” he said, kissing me softly.
The next morning, we packed our bags and headed back to reality. But we knew our love and desire for each other would never fade. We had found something special, a bond that went beyond just sex.