Hello friends, I’m Raj Solanki, a 34-year-old guy from Delhi, medium height, dusky complexion, and an open-minded husband who loves exploring wild adventures with my wife, Mamta. She’s 30, fair-skinned, with a curvy 36-30-38 figure, juicy big boobs, a round, jiggly ass, and long black hair that can drive anyone crazy. Her seductive eyes and naughty smile always hint at her wild side. We both enjoy experimenting with new kinks, especially interfaith hookups, and this time, with Eid around the corner, we decided to spice things up in a big way.
It was the day before Eid when I suggested to Mamta, “Let’s do something crazy this time. How about hooking up with a Muslim guy?” Mamta’s face lit up with excitement. She’s always had a thing for Muslim guys, maybe because of their raw masculinity or intense vibe. She nodded eagerly and said, “Sure, Raj, but let’s make it unforgettable.” I smirked and told her, “Just get ready, babe. I’ll handle the rest.”
On Eid, Mamta dressed to kill in a tight red saree that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her blouse was so snug that her big boobs were practically spilling out, her deep cleavage highlighted by the mangalsutra dangling between them. A bold red bindi, loose hair, and light makeup made her look like a total bombshell. Her thick ass swayed with every step, turning heads wherever she went. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, thinking, “She’s gonna make dicks hard today.”
We headed out, strolling along Daryaganj Road toward Delhi Gate. We stopped at a chaat stall to grab a bite, and Mamta’s saree pallu kept slipping, flashing her deep cleavage. Two Muslim guys, probably in their mid-20s, tall and rugged with beards and hungry eyes, noticed her and stood nearby, staring shamelessly. Mamta caught their gaze and flashed a flirty smile, which only egged them on. I was wearing glasses, quietly watching the scene unfold, already feeling the thrill.
One of the guys, Rizwan, struck up a conversation. “Bhaiya, you guys from out of town? Booked a hotel yet?” he asked, his eyes glued to Mamta. I played along, saying, “Nah, we’re new here, just exploring.” Rizwan gestured to his friend and said, “We’re not from Delhi either. The vibe here feels off. Know any good hotels?” Mamta gave me a quick wink, and I knew the game was on. “Come with us,” I said. “We’ll find a place in Daryaganj.”
We checked into a hotel, booking two rooms. Rizwan and his friend Arif, a 35-year-old beefy guy with a commanding presence, joined us in our room. Rizwan asked, “What’s for dinner?” I grinned and said, “Let’s have some fun first, then we’ll eat.” It was 7 PM, and the air was already charged with tension.
Rizwan called two more friends, Javed and Salman, making it four guys in total. All of them were young, muscular, and had that raw, animalistic energy in their eyes as they checked out Mamta. She was loving the attention, her smile teasing them further. Arif pulled out a bottle of whiskey and sat next to Mamta, brushing his arm against hers. “Bhabhi, have a sip,” he said, holding the glass to her lips. Mamta giggled, took a sip, and Arif seized the moment to snap a selfie, his cheek pressed against hers. The other guys joined in, taking turns sipping whiskey with her and clicking selfies, their hands lingering on her shoulders and waist.
Then Rizwan handed Mamta a gift box. “Open it, bhabhi,” he said with a sly grin. Inside was a sheer, net-like nighty, so transparent it hid nothing. Mamta thanked him, and he teased, “Don’t just say thanks, wear it for us.” I chuckled and said, “Go for it, Mamta. These are our buddies now.” The whiskey had hit her, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. She went to the bathroom and came back in the nighty, looking like a porn star. Her big boobs, dark nipples, and even her pussy hair were visible through the fabric. Her ass looked completely naked, swaying as she walked.
Rizwan turned on the smart TV and played a gangbang porn video. On the screen, three black guys were tearing the clothes off a white woman, fucking her hard. The room’s vibe turned electric. Rizwan and the others pulled Mamta into the center and started dancing with her. She moved like a slut, her boobs bouncing, the nighty riding up her thighs. I sat on the couch, sipping whiskey, my dick already hard from the sight.
Suddenly, Rizwan ripped Mamta’s nighty off. I gasped, “Rizwan, what the hell?” He shot me a look and said, “Sit back, Raj. Watch your slut wife get fucked.” The four guys stripped naked, and holy shit, their cocks were massive. Rizwan’s was a thick 9 inches, Arif’s a solid 8 inches, and Javed and Salman weren’t far behind with 7-8 inch monsters. Mamta’s eyes widened, a mix of lust and nervousness.
They pushed her to her knees, and Rizwan shoved his cock in her mouth. “Suck it, randi,” he growled. Mamta moaned, “Umm… ahh…” as she struggled to take his thick cock, her lips stretching around it. Arif stepped up, slapping his cock on her face. “Chus, sali, show us what a slut you are,” he said. Mamta’s moans filled the room, “Mmm… gluck… gluck…” as she sucked their cocks one by one, her big boobs jiggling with every move.
Rizwan pulled her up and threw her on the bed. Javed and Salman attacked her boobs, sucking her nipples hard. “Ohhh… fuck… slow down…” Mamta moaned, her body trembling. Javed bit her nipple, making her gasp, “Aahh… shit…” while Salman squeezed her other boob, his cock rubbing against her thigh. Rizwan spread her legs and buried his face in her pussy, licking her wet clit. Mamta squirmed, moaning loudly, “Ohhh… yes… lick it…” Her pussy was dripping, and every flick of Rizwan’s tongue made her scream, “Aahh… fuck…”
Rizwan climbed on top of her, positioning his 9-inch cock at her pussy. With one hard thrust, he buried it deep inside. Mamta screamed, “Ohhh… fuck… it’s too big…” Her pussy stretched around his cock, and the wet “slap… slap…” sounds filled the room. Just then, Arif got behind her, rubbing his cock on her tight asshole. Mamta had never done anal before, and she panicked, “No… not there… please…” But Arif didn’t listen. He pushed half his 8-inch cock into her ass with one thrust. Mamta’s scream echoed, “Aahhh… it hurts… fuck…” A drop of blood trickled from her ass, but Arif kept going, slamming his cock deeper.
Mamta was crying, “Stop… it’s too much…” but Rizwan silenced her by shoving his cock back in her mouth. Now she had a cock in her pussy, ass, and mouth. Javed and Salman kept sucking her boobs, biting her nipples, making her moan, “Umm… ahh… ohhh…” The room was filled with the sounds of “thap… thap… slap…” and Mamta’s desperate moans. Rizwan growled, “Your wife’s pussy is so tight, Raj. We’re gonna ruin her tonight.” Arif added, “Her ass is even tighter. Fuck, what a slut.”
After a few minutes, Mamta’s cries turned into moans of pleasure. She started moving her hips, fucking back against their cocks. “Yes… fuck me… harder…” she begged, sucking Javed’s cock like a pro. Her ass loosened up, and she was taking Arif’s cock like a champ, moaning, “Ohhh… fuck my ass… don’t stop…” The sight of my wife being fucked in every hole drove me wild.
For nearly an hour, they pounded her relentlessly. The room was hot, sweaty, and filled with Mamta’s screams and the wet sounds of sex. Finally, Rizwan groaned, “Take it, randi,” and unloaded his cum deep in her pussy. Arif followed, filling her ass with his hot load. Javed came in her mouth, his cum dripping down her chin as she gagged, “Mmm… gluck…” Salman sprayed his cum all over her boobs and face, coating her in sticky white ropes. Mamta collapsed, her face, boobs, and hair covered in cum, but her eyes still burned with lust.
I took her to the bathroom, cleaned her pussy, ass, and boobs, and helped her reapply her lipstick, bindi, and mangalsutra. When she walked out in the torn nighty, the guys’ cocks were hard again. They fucked her for another two hours, taking turns in her pussy and ass, making her scream, “Fuck me… tear my pussy… ohhh…” The whole night was a blur of moans, “thap… thap…” sounds, and dirty talk like, “Sali, your chut is made for fucking.”
By morning, Mamta was so exhausted she could barely walk. The guys kissed her goodbye, promising to meet again next Eid. We left the hotel, drained but satisfied. Friends, what did you think of my wife’s wild gangbang? Drop a comment and let me know!