Friends, I am Divyesh, and I am taking my story forward. In the last part you read that the company sir stayed the night at my house and started making me suck his cock.
The previous part of the story: Boss eats her roti then wants her cunt – 1
I started getting pleasure from sucking his dick. In the middle of it sir asked about my sex life with Nisha. I told him openly that because of my weakness Nisha is often left unfinished. Sir kept listening, and there was a strange shine in his eyes, as if he was thinking of something else. Vishal sir said in a slow, deep voice, Divyesh, just sucking is fine. I am not in the mood to fuck ass. But if you arrange some cunt, the pleasure will come.
I laughed and explained, Sir, nothing like that is found here. This is a border area. Forget the arrangement. But sir’s mind had stuck somewhere else. He said, Good, then send Nisha. Just once. I will take my pleasure and leave quietly. She will be happy, you will be happy. And yes, I will also do you some good in the company.
I went completely blank. I refused clear. No sir, this cannot happen. Nisha will not agree to something like this. Sir brought a shine into his eyes and said, Arre, you have no problem, no. Then I will convince her. I could not give any answer. A storm was rising in my mind. The ghost of cunt was riding sir, and I lay on the bed still thirsty. I do not know when my eyes grew heavy and I went naked into the arms of sleep.
Suddenly Nisha’s whimpers shook me. I startled awake. In the light glow of the night lamp I saw Nisha on Vishal sir’s bed, folded into his arms, her face wet with tears. Sir was moving his hand slowly on her back, like an old friend. I was still naked, but I pretended to sleep and quietly watched everything. Sir was saying to Nisha, Look, Divyesh has no problem. I want to make friendship with you only with his permission. He has his own compulsion too. He is same-sex. You know this. There is nothing to fear.
Nisha’s voice was shaking. She said, I am afraid he might leave me and go. I throw taunts at him, but I truly love him. Sir comforted her. Arre, nothing will happen. Tonight he was asking me to fuck his ass, but I only gave it in the mouth. Trust me. That is why he is sleeping naked. I was listening quietly, and turmoil was raging in my mind.
Then sir slowly started taking Nisha’s clothes off. Nisha was looking toward me in fear, as if she was asking me for some signal. But his spell had already worked on her. He was squeezing Nisha’s fair tits like a madman, like a hungry hunter who had found his mark. Nisha also slowly gave herself over to him. When sir’s hand went to Nisha’s cunt, Nisha said in a trembling voice, Sir, talk to Divyesh once in front of me. I will feel settled.
Sir called me. Divyesh. I shifted a little, broke the sleeping act, and sat up. On that side Nisha quickly pulled the blanket over herself so her naked body would not show. I also threw clothes on in a rush and asked, What happened, sir. Is there some problem. Sir pointed toward Nisha and said, “I have no problem, but you do not have one, no.” His voice was low, but in the room’s soft light his eyes were fixed on Nisha’s blanket. I saw in his eyes the same shine that had kept returning to Nisha at dinner. I said softly, “No sir, I have no problem.” My throat was dry, and the words sank into my chest the moment they left my mouth.
I was about to go outside when Nisha caught my hand. Her fingers were hot and locked on my wrist, as if she was afraid of letting go. Her eyes were searching for something in my eyes. Her lashes were wet, her lips were pressed, and her breath was breaking in short pieces. I put my thumb on her fingers, but I could not speak. Sir sat me right there and said, “Divyesh, let this matter be clear. There should be no fight tomorrow.” His hand fell on my shoulder, and the pressure was such that I sat on the edge of the mattress. I said, “Just sir, promise this talk will not go outside.”
Sir smiled, caught my hand, and put Nisha’s hand into my hand. All three palms grew hot together. Nisha’s palm was wet with sweat and her fingers were shaking. Then he slowly placed Nisha’s hand on his thick tool. From under the blanket sir’s cock came out hard as steel and hot. The fat head was pulsing in Nisha’s palm, and the veins were twitching under her fingers. Nisha pulled in a breath all at once. “Ah… sir…” Her fingers tightened on that girth by themselves.
After that sir put his lips on Nisha’s lips and threw the blanket off, running his hands over her whole body. As the kiss went deep, a pressed whimper left Nisha’s mouth. “Mmm… ah…” As the blanket slid, fair breasts, pebbled nipples, and a wet cunt came into the light. Sir’s palm first kneaded her chest, then stroked down her belly and stopped between her thighs. Nisha’s body was burning with heat. She was fully dyed in sir’s color. Her waist was lifting toward sir on its own, and sticky juice from her cunt lips was smearing his fingers.
I started toward the outer room. Then sir stopped me. “Arre Divyesh, wait. Join us.” Nisha also looked at me with wet eyes and said in a soft whimper, “Stay… ah…” I thought for a moment, then took my clothes off. I took sir’s clothes off too and switched the light fully on. There was a strange heat in the room. Sir’s thick cock was throbbing on his belly, and Nisha’s cunt was already shining.
Sir took the sixty-nine position and sank into licking Nisha’s cunt. His mouth stuck to her cunt, his tongue pushed into the slit, and his head came to rest on Nisha’s lips. Licking and licking, he turned the cunt pink. On every lick Nisha shook. “Ahh… sir… ah… right there…” Juice was smearing his tongue and chin. On this side Nisha and I were sucking sir’s fat tool by turns. Nisha took the head in her mouth and let out a choking whimper. “Mmm… ah… it is thick…” Then I sucked that spit-wet cock, and Nisha kept licking and panting.
Nisha was writhing. She was now desperate only to be filled. Her waist was grinding on sir’s mouth, and she was whispering, “Put it in now… ahh… sir… I cannot bear it…” Her cunt folds were pressing on sir’s tongue, and on every grind Nisha’s thighs were shaking. Juice was running to his chin, and a broken whimper was leaving Nisha’s mouth. “Mmm… ah… lick more…” I was lost in that moment too. Sir’s thick cock was touching my lips and Nisha’s cheek by turns, hot and sticky with spit. Seeing that wild state of Nisha, my own mind was restless.
Nisha wanted to come on top of sir, but sir was busy kissing her whole body and biting lightly. He set his teeth under her breast, then took a nipple in his lips and pulled. Nisha screamed and whimpered. “Ahh… sir… ah… do not bite… mmm… more…” His lips kept landing on her belly, waist, and the inner part of her thigh. He was claiming every inch as his own. Nisha’s whimpers and sir’s heavy breath were echoing in the room. I was only watching, and taking a strange pleasure in my mind. That night Nisha was diving in a sea of heat. Every whimper, every ahh, was starting a new tune in the room.
Suddenly Vishal sir bent her like a mare and fell on her cunt from behind. Nisha’s knees were set on the mattress, her waist was bent, and her cunt opened in front of his mouth. His tongue was going so deep into Nisha’s cunt that her body shivered. The tongue pushed into the hole, came out and licked the folds, then went inside again. Nisha was clutching the pillow and panting. “Ahh… sir… tongue… ah… deeper… mmm…” Her cunt was releasing juice, and sir was sunk in tasting its sweetness. On this side I gave my cock into Nisha’s mouth, and she got lost in the rhythm of forward and back. When sir’s tongue pushed from behind, Nisha’s mouth opened more on my cock. She sucked while choking. “Mmm… ah… Divyesh… ahh…”
Sir then stood and suddenly drove his thick tool down into Nisha’s cunt. The head stopped on the wet hole, then his waist jerked and the fat cock started pulling inside. In two or three thrusts he was fully in. A pain-filled scream left Nisha’s mouth. “Ahh… sir… stop… uh… it is thick… ah…” But a fever had climbed on sir. He kept driving thrust on thrust without stopping, without mercy, and said while laughing, “Today I will give you real pleasure.” On every thrust the cunt made a wet slap, and Nisha’s waist slid forward. Nisha had now turned the pain into pleasure too. She said while screaming, “Sir… ahh… split my cunt today… mmm…”
Sir’s fat head opened the hole on every thrust, and Nisha’s waist slid forward. Her cunt walls were clenching on that thick tool, and the wet slap was echoing between her thighs. Nisha clutched the pillow, bent her neck, and said in a broken breath, “Uh… I have been thirsty for years… ahh… your tool is something else…” Sir caught her waist and drove a deeper thrust. A long scream left Nisha’s mouth. “Ahh… sir… more inside… ah… do not stop…” Her tits were swinging, and her nipples were rubbing the mattress. She panted and said again, “Divyesh… mmm… finishes in four or five minutes… ahh… you keep pounding… ah…”
Sir laughed and made the thrusts faster. His waist was hitting Nisha’s thighs with full force, and the fat cock was opening the hole and sinking in every time. Nisha’s eyes squeezed shut, her thighs started shaking, and hot juice began running from her cunt onto the cock. Juice was dripping from her thighs onto the mattress, and on every thrust the wet sound grew louder. She kept saying in a pressed whimper, “Split me, sir… mmm… make the whole cunt yours today… ahh…” Sir took her hair in his fist and pounded harder. Nisha screamed, “Ahh… sir… uh… so deep… ah…”
For a long time sir fucked Nisha in every way. Sometimes on her side with a leg lifted, sometimes chest stuck to chest, and sometimes holding her waist from behind. In every position the cock kept grinding inside the cunt, and Nisha kept panting, “Mmm… more… ahh… do not pull out…” Then he put her legs on his shoulders and started driving deeper thrusts. Knees set on his shoulders, the cunt opened fully, and sir’s head felt like it was hitting bone on every jerk. Nisha’s screams were louder now. She was shouting again and again, “Put it further inside, sir… ahh… pound further inside… ahh… hard, ahh…” Her fingers were clutching the sheet, and her tits were bouncing up and down on every thrust. Her nipples had gone stiff, and sweat was running in the crack of her chest.
Sir took one tit in his fist and squeezed it, and said, “Look how they are bouncing. You did not get this pleasure for years, no.” Nisha screamed, “Ahh… sir… uh… squeeze… ah…” Sir was in a heat too. He said, “Today I will show you what a man is called.” He drove his waist faster and said while panting, “Take it, further inside. I am filling the whole cunt. Leave this much juice. Let me see.” The fat cock opened the hole on every jerk, and sir said, “How tight it is. Divyesh must never have opened it like this.” From below, kissing the cock, I said, “Sir… pound more… Nisha… ahh… open your mouth…” A broken voice left Nisha’s mouth. “Yes… ahh… show me… mmm… this is what I needed… ah…” Sir laughed. “She is asking. Take it, harder. Till morning this cunt is mine.” I said, “Nisha… take all of sir’s cock… mmm… I am watching…” My voice came from under their waists, and my lips were shaking near the place they were joined.
She said while panting, “Further inside… sir… uh… do not leave… ahh…” Sir caught her waist, drove a full thrust, and said, “Take it, it is fully inside. Look, Divyesh, how she is swallowing it.” I also kissed sir’s cock in between, the cock that was going in and out of Nisha’s cunt. When the cock came out, the wet head touched my lips, and when it went in, the cunt folds pressed near my mouth. The heat of cock and cunt was touching my lips. The smell of salty juice and spit was reaching my nose, and every time Nisha shook and whimpered, “Ahh… Divyesh… mmm… kiss it… sir… pound more…” I whispered, “The cunt is hot, Nisha… sir, hit harder…” Sir panted, “I am hitting. Today this cunt will remember.”
This long wild heat tired both of them. At last, after four or five hard jerks, sir and Nisha both went quiet. Sir’s body collapsed on Nisha, and both their breaths started breaking together. They clung to each other and went into deep sleep. It was four in the morning. A little blood and sir’s load were leaking from Nisha’s cunt. Thick white cum was drying on her thigh, and the hole was still a little open. Nisha, thirsty for years, was satisfied today. She was sleeping folded in sir’s arms, a peaceful smile on her face. I was looking at them, and a storm of shame was rising in my mind. Maybe husbands like me are few in the world, who can neither please their own wife nor stop themselves from handing her to others.
They had both fallen asleep naked. I quietly went to the outer room and slept. After three or four hours of morning sleep I left for the company without waking them. Around ten sir’s phone came. “Divyesh, come home. Take me.” I reached home quickly. Seeing the scene there, my eyes stopped. Both were still sleeping naked. Sir’s hand was lying on Nisha’s bare waist, and the sheet had slid down. But there was a different glow on Nisha’s face, as if after years she had found some lost treasure. Her cheeks were red, her lips were swollen, and dried cum was still stuck on her thigh.
I woke Nisha and told her to make tea for sir. Nisha got up rubbing her eyes, pulled the sheet to her chest, and said in a low voice, “Now… five minutes…” But sir stopped her while laughing. “Arre, tea later. Let me take pleasure one last time. You make tea. Till then I will.” His hand went again to Nisha’s bare waist, and a light whimper left Nisha’s mouth. “Mmm… sir… so early in the morning…” I went to get milk and started making tea in the kitchen. From the room Nisha’s whimpers and wet slap sounds were echoing. She was panting, “Ahh… slow… uh… it is fully inside…” Sir’s heavy breath came in between. “Lie down. It is the last time, then tea.”
I made the tea and gave it to both. Sir and Nisha drank tea from the same cup, like an old couple. Nisha’s fingers were shaking on the cup, and sir took a sip and licked her lips. Then sir got up naked, went to the bathroom, and pulled Nisha naked with him into the bathroom. Her laughing, heat-drunk youth was giving me pleasure deep inside. Fucking started again in the bathroom. The door was half open, and through the half door the scene inside was clearly visible. Sir had made my wife a bitch and was pounding her from behind, and she was holding the tap, moaning uh and ahh, letting her youth be crushed. A stream of water was falling on her thighs, and Nisha was screaming, “Ahh… sir… uh… it is slipping… harder…” Sir said, “Hold the tap. Bend your waist. Morning cunt is tighter.”
After some time the fucking ended, and sir turned and looked at me. He laughed and said, “Truly, Divyesh, Nisha is fine goods.” I laughed. Nisha grew shy and started covering her body. When sir got ready and began to say goodbye to Nisha, Nisha’s eyes overflowed. She was standing with the pallu of her sari clutched to her chest, and her lips were shaking. Sir hugged her and said, “Arre, I am still here for four more days. We will take more pleasure with you.” Nisha’s face bloomed with happiness. Then she came to me, clung to my neck, and said, “If you felt bad, forgive me. All this was the first and last time. Now whatever you say, that will happen.” Her breath was hot on my neck, and in her voice there was shame along with relief.
I explained to Nisha, “Nisha, there is nothing wrong in this. Forget what happened. For the next four days, take pleasure with sir.” Then sir said in the middle, “Arre, what four days. Whenever I come this side, I need your company every time.” A shine came into Nisha’s eyes again. She said softly, “Sir, you will really come, no.” Sir laughed. “I will come. I will come remembering your cunt.” Then we left toward the company.
The next four days were like a dream for sir, Nisha, and me. I also got the chance to taste the juice of Nisha’s cunt and sir’s cock. At night sir would fuck Nisha, and I would sit below and lick that same wet cock and cunt. Nisha would pant, “Ahh… both… mmm… do not stop…” In front of Nisha, sir also fucked my ass, and every night brought a new color. When sir’s fat cock went into my ass, Nisha would stroke my face and say, “Slow, sir… Divyesh is shaking…”
But now three or four months have passed. Sir had promised, but he did not come again. Nisha still looks for his path, but sir is busy in work now. A proper answer to his messages does not come either. I somehow try to quench Nisha’s thirst, but where is that thing. So friends, how did you like this story of mine and Nisha’s. Do tell your thoughts.