Dehradun Tour Wife Swap Chudai Adventure

My name is Nischay. I live in a small town in Gujarat, where the streets buzz with raw, desi energy. I’m 5 feet 7 inches tall, dusky-skinned, but my personality has a magnetic pull. Back in college, girls couldn’t resist me. My sharp tongue and 11-inch lund satisfied many chuts. Girls went wild sucking my lund, and I loved squeezing and sucking their boobs dry. But getting a girl into bed always took some hustle—good chut never comes cheap.

Now, the real story. I’m 32, married to Reena, who’s 29. She’s fair, with dark, kohl-lined eyes and a body that makes my lund stand at attention. Her 36D boobs are so juicy, I’ve made them bigger by fondling them endlessly. They sag slightly now, but their softness drives me crazy. Her chut, once tight and pink, has loosened after our two boys, aged 5 and 3. Fucking the same chut every night gets old, but she’s my wife, so I keep her happy.

Last summer, we planned a trip to Dehradun. The cool hills and lush valleys were too tempting to resist. We checked into a swanky hotel with a balcony facing the mountains, perfect for chilling. There, we met another couple—Mithilesh and his wife Amrita. Mithilesh, 32, was 5 feet 8, dusky like me, with a loud laugh and a desi swagger that I liked. Amrita, 26, was a total bombshell—fair, slim waist, and 34C boobs that looked tight as hell. Her naughty eyes had my lund twitching the moment I saw her.

One morning, Reena and I were strolling in a field near the hotel. Reena wore a red saree, her heavy boobs and curvy waist stealing the show. I spotted Mithilesh and Amrita walking too. Amrita was in a light blue salwar-suit, clinging to her curves, making her look like pure maal. Mithilesh wore a cream shirt and jeans, looking relaxed. Our eyes met, I flashed a grin, and they smiled back. We started talking. Mithilesh said he runs a clothing business in Delhi. I shared that I handle a small transport business in Gujarat. We clicked instantly, becoming fast friends.

Reena and Amrita hit it off like old pals. Reena’s red saree highlighted her full boobs, while Amrita’s blue suit showed off her tight figure. They spent the day giggling, shopping in Dehradun’s markets, and bonding over chai and pakodas. The four of us explored Mussoorie, ate street food at Mall Road, and laughed our hearts out. At night, we’d chill at the hotel bar, sipping drinks and soaking in the vibe.

One evening, Mithilesh and I were downing whisky at the bar while our wives were in their rooms. After a few pegs, our talk turned dirty. I said, “Mithilesh, I’m sick of fucking Reena’s chut every night. Same old shit. You bored too?”

He laughed, sipping his drink. “Bhai, I’m done with Amrita’s chut too. It’s hot, but daily same chut gets boring.”

I smirked, “We need to make this Dehradun trip unforgettable.”

Mithilesh winked, “If our wives weren’t here, I’d be banging some randi’s chut right now.”

I chuckled, “Yeah, but our wives won’t let us sneak off.”

He leaned closer, “What if we swap wives? You fuck Amrita’s chut, I fuck Reena’s. New chut, new maza.”

My lund jumped in my jeans. Amrita’s tight boobs and slim waist flashed in my head. “Fuck, that’s a killer idea. But will they agree?”

Mithilesh grinned, “They’ll resist, but we’ll convince them. Let’s talk tonight.”

After dinner, I pulled Reena aside in our room, still in her red saree, looking like a goddess. “What’s this nonsense, Nischay?” she snapped when I suggested the swap. I hugged her, “Baby, life needs some spice. Mithilesh is like me. Just one night of fun.” Amrita protested too, but Mithilesh sweet-talked her. Finally, both wives agreed, though they were shy and nervous.

Mithilesh said, “Let’s do it in one room. Watching will make it hotter.” I liked the plan, though I figured he was a bit intimidated by my vibe, probably worried I’d destroy Amrita’s chut. I laughed, “Fine, your call.”

We gathered in my room. The dim yellow light and cool mountain breeze set a naughty mood. Reena’s red saree glowed, and Amrita’s blue salwar-suit hugged her curves. Both looked shy but excited, their breaths heavy. I pulled Amrita close, feeling her warm body. “Nischay… is this wrong?” she whispered. I stroked her cheek, “Just fun, Amrita. I’ll take you to paradise tonight.”

Mithilesh tugged Reena’s saree pallu, and she giggled, “Mithilesh, slow down, you’ll rip it.” He smirked, “Let it rip, your chut’s getting ripped tonight.”

I pressed my lips on Amrita’s, kissing her softly. Her pink lips, soft as rose petals, made my lund throb. “Mmm… ahh…” she moaned. I grabbed her hair, kissing deeper, my tongue wrestling hers. “Nischay… uff… you kiss so hard,” she gasped, her eyes begging for more. I nibbled her lips, making her squirm. “I’m gonna fuck your chut till you scream,” I whispered. She blushed but teased, “Let’s see how much you can handle.”

I lifted her blue kameez, revealing her fair, flat stomach and deep navel. I pulled it off, exposing her black lace bra, her tight boobs straining against it. “Fuck, you’re such a maal,” I said, squeezing her boobs over the bra. “Ahh… Nischay… slow… uff…” she moaned. I unhooked her bra, and her 34C boobs bounced free—firm, with pink nipples standing hard. I sucked one nipple, rolling my tongue over it. “Mmm… ahh… Nischay… suck harder…” she groaned, her voice echoing. I bit her nipple gently, and she yelped, “Eee… uff… I’m dying…” Her boobs leaked milk since she’d recently had a kid. I tasted it—sweet and warm. “Your boob milk is fucking divine,” I growled.

Meanwhile, Mithilesh had stripped Reena’s saree. Her heavy 36D boobs spilled from her red bra. He yanked it off, saying, “Reena, your boobs are heaven.” Reena blushed, “Let’s see how much maza you give.” He squeezed her boobs, and she moaned, “Ahh… Mithilesh… harder…”

I untied Amrita’s salwar, sliding it down. Her black lace panty showed her chut’s outline. I pulled it off, revealing her fair, slightly hairy chut—pink, wet, with a swollen clit. “What a sexy chut,” I said, rubbing it with my fingers. “Ahh… Nischay… don’t touch… it tickles…” she gasped. I spread her legs and licked her chut, teasing her clit with my tongue. “Eee… ahh… Nischay… what are you doing…” she screamed. Her chut juice was salty and hot, and I drank it up. “Mmm… aah… sss…” her moans filled the room. I nibbled her clit, and she thrashed, “Eee… mummy… I’m dead…”

“Amrita, ready for my lund?” I asked. “Yes… please… stop teasing,” she begged. I dropped my jeans and underwear, and my 11-inch lund sprang out, its pink supara glistening. Amrita’s eyes widened, “So big… it’ll rip my chut.” I grinned, “It’ll feel like heaven.” She grabbed my lund, stroking it. “Uff… so thick and hot,” she said, sucking the supara, her tongue swirling. She took my balls in her mouth, sucking like candy. “Mmm… so tasty,” she mumbled. I held her hair, pushing my lund deeper. “Ugh… mmm…” she gagged, but kept sucking.

I laid her on the bed, spread her legs, and rubbed my lund on her chut. “Uff… Nischay… put it in… no more teasing,” she pleaded. I pushed my lund in slowly. “Aaa… eee… mummy…” she screamed as it filled her tight chut. “Fuck, your chut’s so tight,” I said, thrusting. “Pach-pach… thap-thap…” the sounds of my lund pounding her chut echoed. “Ahh… Nischay… harder… fuck me harder…” she yelled. I flipped her into doggy style, slamming my lund from behind. “Eee… ahh… I’m dying…” she moaned. Her chut kept leaking juice, soaking my lund.

“Amrita, want me to fuck your gaand?” I asked. She hesitated, “Go slow… I’ve never done it.” I spit on her gaand, easing my lund in. “Aaa… eee… mummy… it hurts…” she screamed. But soon, she moaned, “Uff… Nischay… this feels insane…” I fucked her gaand hard, unloading inside. She licked my lund clean, savoring every drop.

Mithilesh was banging Reena in different positions, her moans ringing out, “Ahh… Mithilesh… harder…” That Dehradun night was pure fire. Now, every year, we swap wives and fuck like crazy.

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