Hello readers! I am Hrishikesh, and I’m back with another story. This took place when my wife had gone to her parent’s home for the delivery of our first child. So, without wasting any more time, let’s get started.
My wife’s name is Vedika (name changed). She belongs to an aristocratic family from the Indian countryside. They have a large mansion (or a ‘haveli’ as it is called in Hindi) in their village. And they own several farms and plots nearby.
They have numerous people working at their mansion most of which are house-helps and maids. When my wife was a child, a tragedy struck one of the maid’s lives. Her husband, an alcoholic, died of ill health, leaving behind his wife, Reshma and daughter, Khushi.
The mother-daughter duo were finally kicked out of their home. With no other place to go, Reshma came to my wife’s haveli with her daughter. She begged for shelter until they could find one. My father-in-law had enough compassion to let them stay in the servant quarters.
It was a small hut-like structure adjacent to the majestic haveli. Reshma was a loyal maid and gained due respect in the house. Khushi started mingling with Vedika and her cousins. They very much became a part of the family. Vedika’s bond with Khushi grew stronger, from friends to best friends to almost siblings.
Vedika, belonging to an aristocratic family, did not have a habit of doing household chores. She faced a problem when she shifted with me to Bangalore after our marriage. So she thought of bringing Khushi to do all the housework. Over the months, Khushi became friendly with me, too.
She got extremely close to us. So much so that she would tease us whenever she spotted us doing some romance in the house. She would ask us how our sleep was if she heard some noises from our bedroom at night. Even I got close to her.
I would brush off her often while talking or while we were together in the kitchen. Vidika did not mind that.
So here’s some info about Khushi: a young, free-spirited girl yet conservative in her way. She was almost the same age as my wife. She was certainly shorter than my wife and had a figure less attractive than her. She had small boobs, bubbly ass but not as big as my wife’s.
But she had hair silkier than Vedika. While my wife is fair, she was dusky. My favourite aspect of her was to see her sweat after excessive work. Sweat commencing from her hair, flowing through her neck down into her bra, was a scene to be seen.
She would raise her hands to wipe the sweat off her forehead and give a glimpse of her dusky armpits. They glistened out of sweat and had very short hairs due to improper shaving.
I would get an urge to lick those but would remind myself of Vedika’s presence in the house. I noticed she had a musky body odour, which attracted me more.
So, this story is when my wife was pregnant with our first child. It had been two months of our pregnancy. She had decided to go to her parent’s home in her village until the delivery was done. I agreed. And the day of her departure came. I went to see her off at the airport and came back home.
From there, I went to my office and returned home at night. As I entered my house, I saw that dinner had been prepared. Khushi had arranged it on the dining table. I was a bit sad, realizing that my wife had left. Now, I would have to dine with Khushi until my wife returns after her delivery.
Khushi understood that I was not very happy. She tried to make me feel better and more comforted. She tried to pamper me the way my wife Vedika did. I felt better.
We were done with our dinner. I was on my bed, reading a book to fall asleep. Khushi was in the hall. She was on the couch where she always slept. I suddenly heard a noise on the door of my bedroom. Obviously, it was Khushi. I told her to come in.
She came and directly sat by the edge of the bed, facing me. She said she wanted to talk something serious with me. I was taken aback by this gesture.
I told her to go ahead and speak whatever she had to. Following was our conversation in our native language:
Khushi: Listen, bhaiya, this is something serious. But trust me, Didi told me to do this.
Me: What? Can you please be more clear? What do you mean?
Khushi: Two days ago, Didi (Vedika) told me something.
So this was what Vedika and Khushi talked about two days ago.
Vedika: Listen, Khushi, you know na that bhaiya and I are very active. I mean romantically, sexually also. Even you have teased us about it.
Khushi (blushing): But why are you suddenly bringing up this topic between us now?
Vedika: You know right that I’m going to my mom’s place until my delivery.
Khushi: Yes, Didi.
Vedika: Ah, so, actually, I’m not worried about anything. I know you’ll take care of your bhaiya very well in terms of food, etc. But this aspect… (an awkward silence)
Khushi: (with a spontaneous laugh) Now tell bhaiya to control for some months till you’re back. I’m sure he will.
Vedika: He won’t. I know him, na. He has a sex drive much higher than me.
Khushi: But what can I do?
Vedika: Arre, you only can help me now. Please don’t say no.
Khushi: You mean? (awkward silence follows)
Vedika: Yes.
Khushi: Chhiii! Na, I can’t do this, and I won’t do it.
Vedika: Please Khushi. You’re the closest to me after Hrishi. Don’t do this to me. You’re like my sister.
Khushi: But how?
Vedika: You both are already friendly. Both of you keep flirting in my presence. That time, I wouldn’t be there, even better.
Khushi: But that’s playful flirting.
Vedika: Ya, I know, but take it a step higher. Please!
Khushi: Okay, I’ll think over it. Please give me some time
Now, at this moment,
Khushi: So this was what we talked about. Today, just before leaving, she took a promise from me to sleep with you, bhaiya. I know it sounds awkward, but I got emotional, and I promised her.
I was shocked to hear this. But at the same time, this came like a pleasant surprise’ For someone like me who has a very strong sex drive. I confessed to her about my sex drive and told her that I would need her help. Maybe not today. But some days later when I won’t be able to control.
The friendly, flirtatious and innocent connection between us had started taking a sexual turn. The arrangement was done. We decided that from now on, she would sleep beside me on the same bed. When we would feel comfortable, we would make the next move.
This continued for a few days until the sexual tension between us rose to its peak. I had already started hugging Khushi for the past few days. But today, I was a bit more aggressive and started licking her earlobes and neck from behind aggressively as I embraced her.
She knew the moment had arrived and gave in. I said in a commanding voice, “I need you, Khushi. You’re mine now.” She replied, “You’re allowed to have me. Go ahead, Hrishi Bhaiya,” and signed her surrender.
I got irked, “Fuck your bhaiya. I’m your husband until Vedika is back, and you’re my wife and mistress. Do you get it, Khushi?”
“Yes, Hrishi,” she responded in a low voice.
I ordered her to undress. She took off her nighty in a single go. She didn’t wear a bra. I slid down my pants and underwear and reached out to a drawer beside the bed. I kept packets of condoms. I picked one up, tore it and wore it on my dick. I pulled down her panty in a jiffy.
And there we go, we were completely naked under a single blanket. There was AC, but the temperature inside the blanket was very hot. I asked her if she was a virgin, just to be more cautious. She said she never had sex. But she wasn’t a virgin. She had broken her seal off as she tried masturbating using cucumbers.
That was a green signal for me to go hard. I pushed in hard. She cried, begging for mercy. But I was in no mood to give in. I fucked her hard in missionary, both of us under the blanket. We sweated like hell, but there was no stopping. As she got into the momentum, she also started enjoying the fuck.
She had stopped crying and began moaning much louder than Vedika. She told me that my cock was touching her womb. That made me even horny, and I increased my pace. She caught hold of my shoulders for support while I raised and spread her thighs.
In between, as we rested, we laid on each other. I licked the sweat off her neck, and we smooched hard. After the missionary round, she had already cum once, but I hadn’t. I told her to take charge as I was tired and needed some break. She came over to me and started riding me.
I abused her as we fucked. I tagged her as a cheap slut and whore and my mistress for life. She didn’t mind it. She rode me well. She got another orgasm, making her pussy wetter than before. I was also close. I told her to stop and asked where she wanted me to release.
She said in her mouth. Accordingly, I told her to get down and sit on her knees. I entered my cock inside her mouth as she was eagerly waiting for it. I caught her head by her hair and deepthroated him ruthlessly. I choked her until she had tears in her eyes.
She finally patted my legs, begging for relief. I took it out, and there was a gush of spit that came out of her mouth. Angered by the interruption, I spat on her face. She resumed blowing my dick. Finally, I released it in her mouth, which she drank.
We then slept peacefully as we were very tired. As we got up in the morning, we realized that we were messy and sticky with sweat, spit and cum. We decided to take a shower together and fuck in the shower. As soon as we were below the stream of hot water, we started to make out.
Within no time, I started pounding her from behind. I started licking her dark, sweaty and smelly armpits. This was like a dream come true for me. Her underarms tasted much better than those of my wife. She, too, enjoyed it. I asked her if she had ever tried anal and can I try it today.
She got scared and initially refused. I told her that we could try fingering. If she enjoyed it, we could go ahead, else no issues. I spat on my finger and inserted it inside her asshole. I fingered it for a while, and it loosened. When I took my finger out, I smelled it. It was unbearable, to be honest.
I then brought a toothbrush that wasn’t under use. I inserted it inside her asshole from the rear side, this time along with a lubricant. She enjoyed it and even farted in between. We just laughed it off. Then slowly, I tried to insert my cock inside her asshole.
It went in slowly, and I started feeling the heat inside on my dick. Slowly and steadily, more than half of it went inside. I started moving in and out, giving rise to the friction needed for pleasure. It was hot, like a brick kiln. Her pain had diminished to a great extent, with pleasure taking over.
After some time, I was about to cum, and I cum without any caution. I took out my dick from her asshole very smoothly. I found that there were shit remnants on its tip. I didn’t mind and quietly washed off. My cum was dripping from her asshole down to her thighs. She wiped it off with a cloth, and we bathed again.
From that day till she left our house to get married, we used to get intimate. Sometimes even along with my wife. If you guys want to know about our threesome experience, please let me know in the comments.