My bisexual encounter in Goa – Part 2

After my wife came from her bath, I asked her to get ready for her prize of the night- Ismail. I asked her to wear the sexiest saree she had brought. She went to comply. I knew it would take her an hour. I looked at the watch and texted Ismail to come to our room at 7.30 PM.

It will be her first time with someone else. So I wanted her to be a bit drunk so she doesn’t feel guilty or resist much. So I quickly ordered some good quality scotch, vodka, snacks, and refreshments from the restaurant.

At around 07:30 PM, Ismail came. He was wearing a white coloured t-shirt and black chinos. We started talking and drinking. I asked my wife to come out. After 10 minutes, she came out, and my gosh, she was looking like a bomb.

She wore a red chiffon saree. She folded the pallu of the saree in a rope-like way so that her entire waist with navel was visible. With that, she wore a matching bikini-cut blouse which let her entire back visible.

It was joined by only a piece of thread. Also, she wore matching heels to complement her look. She was a bit shy, so I introduced them to each other. We started chit-chatting. I then made a drink for each of us but made her drink a bit hard.

After two rounds, I felt they were comfortable, so I went to the balcony for a smoke. After a few minutes, when I came back, I saw them sitting together, having another drink and laughing loudly. It’s like they thought I wasn’t there. So I thought them to give them space and watch from a corner.

After a while, Ismail started rubbing my wife’s thighs casually. She smiled and gave it back by rubbing his. I could see from a distance that the chemistry was building, and a bulge was forming inside Ismail’s pants.

He took one hand behind her and brought her closer. They started smooching each other. She lightly put her hand on his penis and started pressing it. After a few minutes of passionate smooching, Ismail stood. As if he ordered through his eyes, my wife pulled his pants down.

Then his boxers and out came his dick. My wife was shell-shocked, looking at its dynamics. She gaped at its length, thickness and colour. She held it with both hands and started licking it. She used her tongue to good use. She swallowed it and went to and fro.

Ismail was mesmerised by her blowjob. He held her by her head and choked her with his dick. After some time, he pulled his dick out, picked my wife in his arms and went inside the bedroom. He kept the door unlocked intentionally. I made myself a drink and went near the door to see what was cooking.

Inside I saw that my wife was in a missionary position, lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread wide. Above her, Ismail was positioning himself by stroking his cock with one hand and the other hand inside her pussy. She was moaning.

Then he bent down and slowly kept himself over her and tried to push his dick inside. It was too big for her. So she tried to push him. But she was no match for her.

He grabbed her hands with one of his and made a deep thrust. It went inside, and she screamed. She screamed and screamed, and he pushed and pushed. After a few minutes, the screams lowered, and then the moans started. He released her hands. She pulled him closer with her hands around his back and legs around his waist. The dim lights added to the scene as if I was filming Mira Nair’s Kamasutra again.

I finished my drink and pulled my boxers down. Grabbed my dick and started stroking. In the meantime, they had changed to the doggy style. Ismail’s thrust, along with his muscular body, gave me the vibe of English porn.

Each thrust was orchestrated, and he looked like he was exercising. My wife also looked like some devi or apsara of some mythological story who was being fucked to relieve her of her sins. Her moans were getting louder, which meant she was nearing orgasm.

Ismail realised this and immediately pulled out of her. He lay down and grabbed her above him. He put his dick from below her. She reciprocated and began going up and down on his cock, taking support from his chest. He started fondling her round breasts, and she started moaning again.

During this time, I was so high that I couldn’t control myself and came then and there. But Ismail was a beast. He grabbed her waist and lifted her, his dick still inside her. He stood beside the bed and started fucking her by standing. Already 40 minutes had passed. Now I thought that they were nearing ecstasy.

He threw her on the bed and started fucking her in missionary again. My wife was moaning his name in pleasure. Although the air conditioner was switched on, they were still sweaty due to their athletic performance. He grabbed her hands behind her hand and told her he would cum inside her.

She nodded in affirmation. After a few seconds, he let out a huge cry and poured thrust after thrust of pure Muslim seed into my wife’s belly. Even after cumming, his muscles were stiff, and his waist continued in motion.

My wife also came at the same time, leading to a mixture of fluids. Some went inside, and some stained the sheets. They lied to each other, and I went to the couch to take a nap.

It was during the middle of the night that I woke up to some sounds. I went near the door to see what was happening. Ismail tied my wife’s hand to the bed using a towel. What happened next will be narrated in the third part. So stay tuned.

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