I live in Delhi, a bustling city where life moves fast, and so do desires. My name’s Rohan, 30 years old, average build, standing at 5’10” with a 5-inch cock that’s been enough to keep my wife satisfied—or so I thought. My wife, Preeti, is 28, a stunning beauty with fair skin, long black hair, and a body that could stop traffic—34-28-36, with full, round breasts that make any man’s cock twitch just looking at them. Her pussy is tight, wet, and so inviting that I could lose myself in it forever, and her ass? Perfectly curved, swaying with every step, begging to be grabbed. I love her deeply, but I’m a man with an open mind, always chasing new thrills in our sex life.
We’ve been married for two years, and in that time, I’ve fucked Preeti’s pussy in every way imaginable. The way she moans, the way her tight cunt grips my cock, the way her tits bounce—it drives me wild. But after two years, the same pussy, no matter how perfect, starts to feel routine. I adore Preeti, but even the best dish gets boring if you eat it every day. And I know it’s not just me. Women crave variety too. Preeti’s human, after all. She must get tired of my cock, yearning for something new, something different to fill her up. Every woman dreams of a fresh cock stretching her pussy, and I get that. I wanted to make it happen for her.
So, I decided I’d let Preeti fuck another man’s cock. The thought of watching her get pounded by someone else made my dick rock hard. But how do I bring this up? What if she thinks I’m crazy? Or worse, what if she doesn’t want it? Deep down, I was sure she craved it too, even if she’d never admit it. Every woman wants to feel a new cock inside her, to be fucked by someone new. I just had to get her to see it.
To spark the idea, I started showing her XXX movies—hot group sex scenes, couples swapping partners, cocks sliding into new pussies. I wanted her to feel that fire, to imagine herself being fucked by another man. At first, she watched quietly, smiling but not saying much. I wasn’t sure if she was ready, but I wasn’t giving up. I needed to see my wife’s pussy stretched by another cock, to watch her moan and scream under someone else. The thought alone made me want to jerk off right there.
One night, as we watched a steamy group sex scene, I couldn’t hold back. The screen showed two couples fucking each other’s partners, and I turned to Preeti, my cock already hard. “Baby, doesn’t this turn you on? Don’t you ever think about fucking another guy’s cock? Or me fucking another woman’s pussy?” She looked shocked, her eyes wide, but there was a spark in them. She laughed nervously and said, “What are you talking about? My pussy’s only for you.” But her voice betrayed her—she was intrigued. After a pause, she admitted, “Okay, watching this does make me wet. I do wonder what it’d be like to fuck another cock… and for you to fuck another pussy.”
Her words sent a jolt through my cock. I pulled her close, kissing her hard, my hands grabbing her tits through her nightie. I yanked the fabric down, exposing her gorgeous, heavy breasts, her nipples already hard. I sucked one into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue as she moaned, “Ohh, Rohan… keep sucking…” My fingers slid under her nightie, finding her panties soaked. I rubbed her wet pussy, sliding a finger inside her tight hole as she gasped, “Ahh… yes…” She grabbed my cock, stroking it through my pants, her touch making me throb. I stripped her naked, her body glowing in the dim light, and fingered her clit until she was squirming. “Rohan,” she whispered, “if you really want me to fuck someone else, I’m in. But is it okay?”
I grinned, my cock aching. “Baby, it’s more than okay. I want you to feel another cock inside you. I don’t want you sneaking around like some women do. Every wife fucks another cock eventually, but I want you to do it with me knowing. It’ll make our sex hotter.” She smiled, her eyes gleaming with lust. “Okay, but who? Someone you know?” I told her, “Anyone you want. Maybe a friend’s husband, or an old flame.” She thought for a moment and said, “What about Priya’s husband, Rahul? I’d need to talk to Priya first, convince her for group sex so you can fuck her too. I’d love to watch you fuck Priya’s pussy.”
My dick twitched at the thought. Priya, 27, slim with a 32-26-34 figure, had always been a fantasy. I’d wanted to fuck her before she got married, but never had the guts. “Do it,” I said. “Talk to Priya. I’ve always wanted to fuck her tight pussy.”
Three days later, Preeti talked to Priya, who was thrilled about the idea. Priya’s husband, Rahul, 32, with a 7-inch cock, was on board too. One afternoon, when the house was empty, Preeti invited Priya over. Priya walked in wearing a tight saree, her curves on full display. We sat and talked openly about group sex, and Priya’s eyes lit up. “Rohan, I can’t wait for you to fuck my pussy,” she teased, pulling her saree’s pallu down to reveal her cleavage. I couldn’t resist. I pulled her close, kissing her neck, my hands undoing her blouse. Her bra came off, revealing perky tits with dark, hard nipples. I sucked them greedily as she moaned, “Ohh… Rohan… suck harder…”
Preeti watched, her hand slipping into her panties, rubbing her clit. I stripped Priya’s saree and panties, her shaved pussy glistening. I spread her legs and licked her wet slit, my tongue flicking her clit as she screamed, “Ahh… Rohan… eat my pussy… ohh…” Her juices coated my tongue, and I couldn’t get enough. I stood, dropped my pants, and my 5-inch cock sprang free. Priya grabbed it, sucking it deep, her warm mouth making me groan, “Fuck, Priya… suck it…” I laid her on the bed, spread her thighs, and slid my cock into her tight pussy. She gasped, “Ohh… yes… fuck me hard…” I pounded her, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her moans filling the room, “Ahh… harder… tear my pussy apart…” She came hard, her pussy clenching my cock, and I exploded inside her, filling her with my cum.
Preeti was dripping wet, her fingers buried in her pussy as she watched. She was desperate for Rahul’s cock now. That night, we went to Priya’s place, then headed to a hotel, booking a single room for all four of us. The moment we entered, Rahul grabbed Preeti, kissing her deeply. He tore off her saree, leaving her in her bra and panties, then stripped those too. Preeti’s naked body was a sight—her big tits heaving, her pussy glistening. Rahul’s 7-inch cock was rock hard, and Preeti dropped to her knees, sucking it eagerly. “Mmm… Rahul… your cock’s so big…” she moaned, her lips wrapped around his shaft.
Meanwhile, Priya was on me, pulling off my shirt and pants. She sucked my cock, her tongue swirling around the tip, making me groan, “Ohh… Priya… fuck…” I pushed her onto the bed, licking her pussy until she was screaming, “Ahh… Rohan… eat me… ohh…” I slid my cock into her, fucking her hard as she moaned, “Yes… harder… rip my pussy apart…” Her cries mixed with Preeti’s as Rahul fucked her relentlessly. Preeti was screaming, “Ohh… Rahul… your cock’s so big… fuck me harder… ahh…” Her tits bounced with every thrust, her pussy stretched around his thick cock. She came hard, “Ahh… I’m cumming… ohh…” and Rahul filled her pussy with his cum.
We switched partners, fucking all night in every position. Preeti’s moans, “Ohh… fuck my pussy… harder…” and Priya’s screams, “Ahh… tear me apart…” echoed in the room. We fucked them six times each, swapping back and forth, our cocks and their pussies never getting enough.
Now, this is our life. We meet 4-5 times a week—sometimes at Priya’s, sometimes at ours, sometimes in hotels. Preeti’s addicted to Rahul’s big cock, and I can’t get enough of Priya’s tight pussy. Our love has only grown stronger, our sex life wilder. I’d tell every husband to let their wife fuck other cocks. Every woman craves it, and if she does it with your knowledge, it’s pure bliss. This is my true story, and there’s more to come.
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