Hi all, my name is Salman, and this is the story of how my university life spilled over into my marital one.
I am 28 years old now, and the story is from around the time when I was 19 and had just started university. I was studying engineering and was far from home. I had to stay in the university hostel and, as is often the case, share a room with three other guys. They were like me, fresh students from different backgrounds. They were called Shoaib, Saumitra, and John.
We quickly became close friends and soon came to trust each other completely. The challenges and thrills of university life were something that fostered closeness in our friendship, and time went by quickly. As we were studying engineering, there were not many girls around, this being mainly a male campus. The handful of girls who chose the subject were either not attractive or not interested, so this was an area where we were all somewhat frustrated.
Soon, we were all in our final years, and as is customary in our culture, our parents started to look for suitable girls to marry us to. It was clear that it was likely that we would all be having arranged marriages. The first one among us friends who was going to get engaged was Shoaib. His parents sent him the photo of the girl they had chosen. Her name is Salma, and he excitedly showed us, his friends, her picture. She is a really pretty woman with a very shapely hourglass body.
Just the right amount of flesh at all the right places for a guy to hold on to. In a word, she was a real piece of art. We all congratulated him, and it was clear that he was rather proud of being hitched to her. To celebrate his forthcoming engagement and this milestone, we all went out for a drink. Shoaib and I are only occasional drinkers and get tipsy rather quickly. John and Saumitra have more ability to handle alcohol. After a few shots, it was clear that Shoaib was rather high.
At that time, when Shoaib was again looking at Salma’s picture rather fondly, Saumitra blurted out:
“Salma has such a sexy gaand (ass). If I could have her in my bed, I would fuck her brains out and not just in her pussy. I would treat her like a queen…”
There was a momentary silence as all of us looked at each other. This was followed by Shoaib having a hearty laugh and saying:
“Well, if you let me do the same to your future wife, we can reach an agreement.”
I thought this was the alcohol having its effect on Shoaib, but it was soon clear that this was not the case. Saumitra asked Shoaib how he would make Salma agree to a swap, and Shoaib came up with a rather brilliant idea. He suggested that we should discuss this with our future wives and see if they would be interested in a consensual swap.
It was a plan that was strangely erotic, and soon, all four of us had agreed on this. We decided to have an open and honest conversation with our future wives about our desires and boundaries.
Soon Shoaib had his engagement. To keep things exciting, we did not attend this function, so that when we meet Salma, she will not be able to identify us. He brought his pictures to show us, and all of us, especially John, were very excited to see what joys await us.
But his wedding was still in the future. As luck would have it, I was soon engaged as well. The girl chosen for me was Ruhi, who was 10 times better than Salma. On seeing her picture, Saumitra soon overcame his previous disappointment that he had when he lost the first rights to Salma on losing the lottery. Lady fortune was certainly smiling on Saumitra, as unlike Shoaib, whose wedding date had not yet been agreed on, mine was set up very quickly.
It was clear that I would be the first one to get married, and Ruhi would be the first one to have four people mounting her on her wedding night, with her full consent. I was in my heart, quite excited at the prospect of my wife being treated like a queen on her wedding night by my three good friends and was looking forward to this. It was a win-win for all four of us, as we would have essentially four wives each in the future, with their full consent.
To make sure that the plan goes ahead, I booked a remote hill station house for our honeymoon for a week, with plans to leave directly after the wedding ceremony. Shoaib, John, and Saumitra were planned to be there first in that house, and we would have an open and honest conversation with Ruhi about our desires and boundaries.
Soon it was the time of my wedding with my now wife, Ruhi. She was dressed in a traditional red dress, with full jewelry and makeup as per the customs. She was wearing a ghagra with a rather low-neck choli, which accentuated her shapely 36DD breasts, showing ample cleavage. Her beautiful full lips were looking inviting, and for a moment, I thought of how nice it would be if she was sucking my cock, smearing her lipstick all over it. Soon, though, the thought of the same action on Saumitra’s cock came to my mind, and was more exciting to me.
After the wedding was over, Ruhi and I went to our arranged house for our honeymoon, telling everyone that we would be back in a week. During the journey, we did small talk. It was clear she was rather shy and somewhat nervous. Being an arranged marriage, neither of us really knew the other too well.
Soon we reached the house. I went out of the car and opened her door. I lovingly picked her up in my arms and took her inside, straight to the bedroom. She was blushing, and I placed her gently on the bed, which was decorated with red roses. The room had candle lights inside. She looked down shyly at the floor and said:
“Salman, I’m a bit nervous. Can we talk about what’s going to happen tonight?”
I said, “Of course, my love. We can talk about anything you want.”
I went close to her and sat down next to her… just at that time, Shoaib, John, and Saumitra entered the room, with a bouquet of flowers.
Shoaib said, “Hello Ruhi, we’re Salman’s friends. We’ve been friends since university, and we’ve been talking about having a special night together, with your consent, of course.”
Ruhi looked at me, and I nodded. “It’s true, my love. We’ve been talking about this, and we want to make sure you’re comfortable with it.”
Ruhi looked at the three of them, and then back at me. “I’m willing to try, but I want to make sure I’m comfortable with everything.”
We all nodded in agreement, and we started to discuss boundaries and desires. Ruhi was open to trying new things, but she wanted to make sure she was comfortable with everything.
Saumitra said, “We want to make sure you’re comfortable with everything, Ruhi. We’ll go at your pace, and we’ll make sure you’re enjoying yourself.”
Ruhi smiled, and we all started to get ready for the night. Saumitra went close to her, and took out his cock. It was already erect and had precum on it. She was sitting on the bed, and he was standing next to her. He said:
“May I kiss you, Ruhi?”
She nodded, and he kissed her gently on the lips. Then, he said:
“May I touch your breasts?”
She nodded again, and he started to fondle her big, juicy tits, kissing her all the time. She seemed to be enjoying it, and we all could see the excitement in her eyes.
After making her comfortable, he then made her lie down. He first started to kiss her all over her body, and then, in an instant, grabbed her choli and ripped it open in one go. Her breasts, covered with bridal lingerie, came into view. They were even sexier than any one of us could have imagined. All four of us in the room, myself included, had an erection. He soon lowered her bra and started to suck and maul her nipples one at a time while pulling and tweaking the other one. She seemed to also be enjoying it a bit.
Soon her ghagra was removed, followed by ripping off her expensive bridal panty. He mounted her, placing his 8-inch cock on her pussy lips, and then the time came which everyone was waiting for. In one plunge, while holding both her tits, he impaled her pussy on his erect, curved cock. She let out a scream of pleasure as he started to pound her pussy hard while Shoaib, John, and I were making videos on our mobile phones.
After around 20 minutes of hard pounding, he went balls deep inside her, keeping his cock there, which was visibly pulsating. His ball sack was seen to rise, her pussy lips appeared to contract, and the copulation was done by him releasing his raw sperm inside the tight, young pussy of my wife…
He laid there for a few minutes. His cock had, however, not lost its erection. He took it out, flipped her over. Some of the cum which had leaked from her pussy was used as a lubricant, and he then inserted his cock in her ass, in the same manner, doing so in one go. This time, her scream was even louder, but his response was equally predictable. Holding her breasts from behind, he fucked her like a queen for a good 30 minutes. She was soon making grunting sounds herself, having orgasms on his cock. Eventually, he again emptied his cock inside her ass.
After this, Shoaib and John mounted her together. She was double-penetrated by Shoaib, having her pussy, and John, her ass, while she sucked Saumitra’s cock, which this time ejaculated sperm in her mouth. For the next several hours, she was used like a queen by all three of my friends, who repeatedly emptied their cocks inside her holes. Eventually, in the morning, they let me also have a go.
When I entered her pussy, it was clear that it was now a well-stretched one, and a well-lubricated one. There was sperm from all my friends in there, helping my, in comparison, smaller cock to glide in and out without much resistance. As I gathered speed and ejaculated in her… Saumitra uttered the famous sentence from the novel, The Three Musketeers, “All for one, one for all.”
The whole week of our honeymoon was spent with all four of us using Ruhi like a queen, with her full consent… At the end, Saumitra, John, and Shoaib told her that they would continue to visit her whenever they like and use her, with her consent, of course. It was something that she and I agreed to. I guess, secretly, she too liked the idea of being used like a queen.
I will write in the future further parts of how we did the same to Salma, Alicia (John’s wife), and Kavita (Saumitra’s).
If you liked the story, you can contact me on my email [email protected].