Hi,
I am Giridhari, the elder cousin of Basant. He, in 'Sister And Bhabhi At A Time, Part 1 & 2' narrated how he fucked my wife Manjula and his younger sister Bahar in one sitting. That day he came to know that I was estranged with Manjula. Basant intervened and I agreed for reconciliation. We four spent a night at my house during which he once again fucked Manjula while I fucked Bahar. All the three of them have insisted that I write my side of the story.
Boy, it was a unique experience; I will not forget that night of the nights. For one thing, I did not have sex during twenty days of estrangement. True, I could have relieved myself in the chut of any of the young laborer women but I did not do it because of, kind of, temporary "loss of appetite." The hunger for a piece of an ass hit me with double force that evening when I saw Bahar.
Being my younger cousin Bahar was not a stranger to me. However, last I had seen her was before one year when she was a gangling teenager, all skin and bones. No more this time. This time she was pleasantly filled up in all the right places and had a kind of sparkle in her eyes, which you find only in nubile girls who are ready to get fucked. Whatever, in one glance I took the stock of her tits, her butt and her thighs. Add to it the fact that she was the one who opened the door when I came in and threw herself in my arms. It might have been an innocent gesture on her part but it did things to my lund that caused it to raise its head instantly.
That night I broke my sexual fast by fucking cousin Bahar. Well, I admit that I had limited experience of fucking women; in fact, Bahar's was the third chut which I fucked. So, I could not justifiably make comparison of one chut with the other. However, fucking Bahar was a unique experience for me in several ways. First, she was the youngest of the three pussies I had fucked so far; Second, while entering her narrow chut I felt as if I was deflowering a virgin, her newly opened chut was that tight. Lastly, it was for the first time that my wife was being fucked by someone else right before my eyes while I was fucking Bahar. I did not know that the sight of another lund pumping Manjula's chut would prove to be so strongly provocative to me. Forgetting that Bahar's hymen was broken only recently I had fucked her forcefully to two orgasms before unloading myself. By that time Basant was also done.
We took turns going to the bathroom for wash. Basant went in first followed by me and then Bahar. Manjula went in last. Basant came out and reclined on the bed. Bahar cuddled with him, I sat on the sofa. None of us three was dressed.
Bahar said, "This should have been second suhaag raat for Bade Bhaiya and Bhabhi"
I, "I know, but I wanted you first."
Basant, "How is that? You had hardly seen her."
But I had seen her when Basant was sleeping and Bahar came to open the door to let me in. At first I could not recognize her. Then when I did I was surprised to see her in my house at that odd hour. And when I had an eye full, my cock jumped up to an instant hard on. She looked ravishing in that thin nightdress which did nothing to conceal the shape and size of her boobs and butts. The last straw was feeling of her pliant body in my arms when she threw herself at me. There was a riot of hormones pent up for twenty days inside my body. I had to fuck her and fuck her quick.
Bahar kept on smiling with downcast eyes, not saying anything. Basant teased her, "Little Flower, admit that your pussy also was itching for his lund."
For this Basant received a reward of a resounding slap on his butt, from his 'Little Flower'.
Basant ignored that and said, "Bhaiya, please don't miss fucking Bhabhi now. If your pecker does not cooperate, show some affection, some love, which she is dieing for."
Before I could answer, Manjula came out fully dressed in choli, ghaghari and odhani. With uncertain steps and down cast eyes she moved towards me. She was feeling shy like on our wedding night. I put out my hand, which she took and sat down on the floor at my feet with her head on my knees. I came off the backrest and ran my fingers through loose tendrils of her hair. I caressed her smooth cheeks. She covered my hand with hers and pressed it to her lips. I could see tears welling up in her eyes.
I parted my thighs a little. She put her head on the border of sofa between my knees and looked up. I am sure she could see my flaccid cock and balls underneath. She put her hands on my thighs and started caressing them gradually inching upwards. She had never been so overt in sex; usually it was I who had to coax her into foreplay and ultimate sex. May be she was feeling a little bold in presence of Basant and Bahar.
She was staring at my cock and licking her lips. Her fingers ultimately reached their destination. I was feeling tickled when she touched my lund. My scrotum contracted pulling the balls up against the root of the cock, nothing else happened, the cock did not stir. She played with the limp cock for long enough but surprisingly it refused to shake its slumber.
With my limp cock hanging from her fingers she looked up into my eyes. I shrugged my shoulders meaning, "I don't know". She lowered her gaze and did something unexpected of her. She scooted a bit upwards, peeled off the foreskin from the head of the cock and took it in her mouth.
Now, cock sucking by the wife is nothing new just as is pussy licking by the husband. With Manjula the situation was little different. Due to some unknown reason she had developed strong aversion to oral sex. During the early days of our married life, a couple of times I had cajoled her into taking my well-cleaned lund in her mouth. She could not take it past her lips without retching. Similarly it took a lot of convincing from me before she allowed me to put my lips on her bhos. Oral sex had come to be a kind of taboo for her. That being the case it was a pleasant surprise seeing her taking an initiative to put my lund in her mouth.
Giving head on a limp cock is not easy. Simple pulling up of the prepuce is difficult and so is stroking on the shaft. But she persisted till eventually the cock started stirring. She laved the head with her tongue and exerted negative pressure of sucking. I was feeling increasing degrees of sweet tingle in my cock, making it harder by the second. Once it was semi erect she could easily slide the skin up and down on the shaft. That helped both of us. Within few easy strokes the lund stiffened to full extent. The enlarged head almost completely filled up her mouth and let out first few drops of kam rasa (love juice).
She waited for few seconds and then stared bobbing her head moving few inches of the lund in and out of her mouth. She gagged couple of times but did not back out. Her mouth secreted large quantity of spittle. Mixed with my love juices it bathed the whole length and girth of the lund and overflowed to the scrotum below.
Manjula was looking so innocent and vulnerable that I felt a surge of tender love arising in my heart. I looked back and realized that I had been treating her unfairly. Before marriage I had fucked her Bhabhi Indumati almost before her eyes. That in itself would have been a reason sufficient enough for her to annul our engagement. But she did not. And here I was accusing her of having an affair before marriage entirely relying upon the word of a known vagabond and a crook. I had not given her a chance to explain herself.
