I’m Arun Raj, and my wife’s Sonia. Sonia’s a fucking knockout. Her creamy skin, big doe eyes, and juicy pink lips can make any guy’s cock twitch. Her 38-inch tits are so full and perky, you just wanna bury your face in them. And that 42-inch ass? Round, thick, and swaying with every step like it’s begging to be slapped. Her deep navel and flat stomach look like they were sculpted, and when she flashes that dimpled smile, you’re done for.
Sonia’s a sex fiend. She’ll spread her legs for any guy with a hard-on, no shame, just pure lust. And me? I’m cool with it. I bring home hot chicks and screw them right in front of her. Our marriage is wide open, no strings, just raw pleasure. Five years in, we’re still fucking like it’s our honeymoon.
This happened one chilly December night. My college buddy Ravi, a big-shot businessman from Delhi, was crashing at our place for a night. Ravi and I go way back—chasing girls, downing beers, living it up. He’s loaded now, but still got that horny glint in his eyes. I told Sonia he was coming, and she whipped up a killer chicken dish and dolled up the house—and herself.
When Ravi rolled in that evening, Sonia answered the door. She was rocking a slinky black saree that clung to her curves like a second skin. Underneath, just a sports bra, pushing her tits up like an offering. Her smooth armpits and deep navel were on full display. Ravi’s jaw dropped, his eyes glued to her. Sonia gave him a flirty smile and a “Hey there,” her hips swaying as she led him inside.
I came out, gave Ravi a bro hug, and we got settled. He grinned, “Man, I’m beat from the trip. Brought beer and whiskey—tell your wife to hook us up with some snacks.” I said, “Sonia’s got chicken ready. Let’s party.” His eyes lit up at the mention of chicken. We plopped down in the living room, pouring drinks. The room was warm from the heater, its red glow mixing with the cold breeze sneaking through the window. The vibe was electric, like something hot was about to go down.
Sonia strutted in with a plate of chicken. As she bent to set it down, her saree slipped, flashing half her tits spilling out of that bra. Ravi’s eyes were locked on her cleavage, practically drooling. I caught it but didn’t say shit—it turned me on. Sonia lingered, letting him stare, her lips curling into a naughty smirk.
Ravi, all cocky, said, “Damn, Sonia, that smells incredible.” She shot back, “You gotta taste it to know how good it is.” He leaned in, “Fuck, I wanna devour the whole thing.” We all cracked up, but the air was thick with tension. Sonia sashayed back to the kitchen, her ass bouncing like a tease.
Ravi turned to me, “Bro, you’re living the dream. A wife that hot? You must be banging her nonstop.” I grinned, “She’s pure butter, top to bottom.” Sonia came back, her saree looser now, showing off her flat stomach and that sexy navel. She pouted, “What, you guys hogging all the fun? Nothing for me?” Ravi handed her a beer. She chugged it in five minutes flat, then downed two whiskey shots he poured her.
Sonia was buzzed, getting flirty. She’d toss her hair, flashing her smooth armpits, or giggle and adjust her saree, letting it slip just enough to tease. Ravi couldn’t stop staring at her tits, her armpits, her ass. His eyes screamed he wanted to fuck her right there. My cock was throbbing watching him eye-fuck my wife. I knew tonight was gonna be wild.
Later, Ravi and I stepped out to the terrace for some air. The winter sky was clear, stars twinkling. I lit a cigarette. Ravi leaned in, “Man, I gotta fuck your wife. That body’s begging for it.” I laughed, “Think you can handle her?” He smirked, “Just give me a shot, bro.” The thought of Ravi screwing Sonia got me rock-hard.
We went back inside. Sonia was plastered, her eyes glassy. She’d slipped into a red silk nightie that hugged every curve, her bra and panties visible through the thin fabric. She slurred, “Beds are made, go crash.” We hit the bedroom. The room was dark, just a faint glow from the streetlights outside. Sonia slid into bed next to me.
She whispered, her breath hot against my ear, “Babe, I’m so fucking wet. Ravi’s probably passed out. Fuck me.” I murmured, “Yeah, he’s out.” I started kissing her feet, the silk of her nightie brushing my lips, her thighs warm and soft. I signaled Ravi. He crept over, taking my place.
Ravi slid his head under her nightie, kissing her thighs, then lapping at her pussy. Sonia was so drunk she didn’t notice the switch. Her pussy was dripping, the musky scent driving Ravi wild. She spread her legs wide, grinding her hips, moaning, “Oh fuck… lick it… more!” He yanked off her nightie. In the dim light, her white bra barely contained her heaving tits, like mountains begging to be climbed.
Ravi grabbed her tits, squeezing hard, then licked her armpits, her sweet scent making him growl. Sonia’s moans got louder, “Fuck… slow down… you’re killing me!” He ripped off her bra, her tits bouncing free. He sucked one nipple, pinching the other, making her squirm. Her body tensed, and she gasped, “Just fuck me already!”
Ravi nodded at me. I whipped out my cock and plunged into her soaking pussy. It was tight and hot, gripping me like a vise. I pounded her hard, her moans echoing, “Fuck… harder… tear me apart!” Ten minutes of relentless fucking, and I came, spilling inside her. We all crashed after that.
Morning came, and Sonia was in the kitchen making tea, wearing a tight tee and shorts that showed off her curves. Her tits strained against the fabric, her ass begging for a smack. Ravi woke up and whispered, “Bro, your wife’s a fucking goddess. I didn’t get to screw her pussy last night.” I grinned, “Plenty of time today.” He checked his train—canceled. He smirked, “I’m staying.”
Sonia didn’t care. She brought us tea, her hips swaying. Ravi, all horny, said, “Sonia, you giving it up today?” She winked, “You backed off last night, stud. I was ready to get fucked.” Ravi’s eyes lit up. We planned a boozy afternoon, grabbing more whiskey and some mutton snacks Sonia cooked up.
We got wasted in the living room. Sonia, tipsy again, asked Ravi, “Why no wife yet?” He grinned, “Haven’t found a chick who can handle me.” I laughed, “This guy’s a sex machine. He makes girls beg. You were squirming last night, weren’t you?” Sonia’s eyes widened, “Wait, what?” I said, “Ravi was the one eating your pussy.”
She froze, her cheeks red, then stormed to the kitchen. I followed, chuckling, “Come on, you loved it, right?” She nodded, biting her lip. I said, “I fucked you, he just licked. Let’s have some fun.” She smirked, “Fine, let’s do it.”
Back in the living room, after a few more shots, Ravi said, “Sonia, we left things unfinished.” She crawled over, yanked down his pants, and pulled out his eight-and-a-half-inch cock. “Holy shit, this monster’s gonna wreck me,” she purred, then started sucking like a pro. Her tongue swirled around the tip, her lips sliding down his shaft. Ravi groaned, grabbing her hair, fucking her mouth.
He stripped her naked, pushed her onto her knees, and slid his cock between her tits, thrusting hard. The head of his cock brushed her lips with every pump. She licked it, making it slick with spit. Her moans and the wet sounds filled the room. Ravi flipped her onto the couch, spread her legs, and rubbed his cock against her dripping pussy.
Sonia’s pussy was soaked, begging for it. He eased his cock in, and she screamed, “Fuck… too big!” Ravi growled, “Your pussy’s so fucking tight.” He slammed it all in, grabbing her tits as he pounded her. Sonia’s cries turned to moans, “Fuck me… rip me open!” The couch creaked, their bodies slapping together.
After a bit, she started loving it, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts. “Harder… fuck my pussy raw!” she begged. Ravi pulled her on top, and she rode him, her tits bouncing wildly. He sucked one nipple, slapping her ass. The sound of her ass smacking his thighs was loud as hell. He flipped her into doggy, her thick ass in the air. He slid a finger in her asshole, fucking her pussy with his cock. Sonia screamed, “Oh god… not my ass!” But he kept going, spanking her, making her moan, “Fuck… keep going… I love it!”
After 25 minutes, Ravi came, flooding her pussy with his load. Sonia got up, straddled his face, and ground her pussy on his mouth. Her juices dripped down his chin as she came, screaming, “Fuck, that was good!” Ravi squeezed her tits, grinning.
I said, “Time for a sandwich.” Sonia giggled, “Hell yeah, but I need more booze.” We dripped whiskey off our cocks into her mouth. She was wasted and horny as fuck. I sat her on my cock, her pussy swallowing me whole. Ravi lined up behind, sliding his cock into her tight ass. Sonia gasped, “Fuck… two cocks… I’m gonna die!” But she was trapped between us, taking it like a champ.
We fucked her for a solid half-hour, her pussy and ass stuffed with cock. Her screams and moans shook the room, her body slick with sweat. We came together, filling her up. Sonia collapsed, panting, her body trembling.
That day, Sonia fucked us both senseless. Ravi kept saying, “Your wife’s a fucking porn star.” Sonia laughed, “Come back anytime, my pussy’s always ready.” He left the next day, but that night burned itself into our minds.
Guys, this might sound like bullshit, but it’s the real deal. Sonia and I are still living it up, fucking our way through life.