Sex In A Cold Room With Husband And Two Strangers!

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My college friend Raveena had come to my house to invite me and my husband Shambhu to her wedding reception party. I couldn’t attend her wedding because the ceremony was in a different state. In fact, many of her friends couldn’t see her tie the knot. That’s why she held the reception party in our hometown.

On the day of the event, I advised my husband that he should masturbate a few times before attending the reception. The poor fellow didn’t understand the reason and kept cuddling me for sex. But I didn’t allow him to ruin my mood and makeup.

We reached the reception venue, congratulated the bride and groom, wished them a happy married life and took our seats. I saw Shambhu fidgeting with his legs, so I began to tease him again.

Me: I told you to masturbate before coming here! (Chuckled).

Shambhu looked at me pretending to be confused. I knew that his cock was excited after seeing all the gorgeous female guests under the bright lights. We hadn’t had sex for a while because of my work schedule and I was sure that he would cum in his pants if I provoked him!

I looked around and saw that everybody was paying attention to the stage. With slow hand movements, I began to rub my palm on my husband’s cock area. He had an erection, and I was making it even harder!

Shambhu: Let’s have a quick one somewhere, I can’t control it. And stop touching my dick! (He slapped my palm).

Me: After the photo session, not now. I am not going to spoil my dress and makeup.

I made it clear and continued with my shenanigans. While I was teasing my husband, I caught a drinks server looking at me and rubbing his cock area as though he was brushing off some dust off his pants.

The photo session was amazing. After the family photos, Raveena and I got together with our female friends and posed cheerfully for another few minutes. One by one, we teased Raveena and reminded her about her previous contenders.

Me: I see you have invited your former lovers. Is this the end of the road or will they get a wild card entry?

Raveena: No way I am letting those dicks get away from me. I am introducing them to my husband so that the security guard tells him that it was a family friend (winked).

We gossiped a few more minutes about her raunchy affairs and then settled down for the dinner event. At the dinner table, which was arranged as per the family headcount, my husband and I sat face to face. By then, he had become so horny that he started lifting my lehenga with his shoes under the table.

Me: Stop that! We’ll do it at home.

Shambhu: No way, baby! I know your plan. You want me to get drunk and forget about sex. Well, I have a plan for you now. I just found a place where I can fuck you and make you beg me to stop.

As he was saying that the drinks server who had watched me earlier fondling Shambhu’s cock, came to our table. I was sure that he thought that I was a cheap hooker who pretended to be this fellow’s wife.

He looked to serve drinks, but Shambhu refused it saying that he will first work hard and then enjoy it.

Just as we finished our dinner, my husband got up in an animated mood and held my hand as if we were newly married. He took me upstairs and brought me into a room filled with cardboard boxes. It was cold and looked like it was meant to store foodstuff.

Shambhu: It’s nice, isn’t it? Now come here, you naughty woman. Tease me as much as you want.

He hugged me tightly and began to suck my neck. I was looking around the room for any cameras or something that would give me an excuse to get out of there. The dress I was wearing was expensive and I didn’t want to ruin it.

Me: Look, I am not getting naked in this place. Just lift my lehenga and do your business. We’ll be out from here within two minutes anyway.

Before I finished talking, Shambhu had embraced me tightly. He had lifted my lehenga and was squeezing my warm ass cheeks with his cold hands. My costly panty from the lingerie set was being pulled by that pervert who ran his fingers along the line of my ass crack.

My husband was breathing deeply and had become wild after getting to fuck me after a long time. I like getting spanked hard on my smooth ass cheeks but don’t appreciate when he goes out of control and calls me vulgar names.

Me: Watch your mouth! Don’t call me bitch or else I’ll kick you in the nuts. And stop playing with my ass, ahh!

Shambhu stopped calling me bitch but kept spanking and fingering my asshole to remove his frustration. I wanted to get out of that room, so I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was a bit stiff but once I started stroking, it grew hot and harder.

I planned to allow him to play with my ass while I jerked him off, but it wasn’t my day. He was prepared for every move I made. Shambhu stuck his cock inside my slightly moist pussy and began to fuck me like a Neanderthal.

There was no kissing, no feelings that would cheer me up. Instead, he looked after his own pleasure by moving his cock back and forth in my pussy.

I don’t know where he got the strength from to lift me by my ass cheeks and hump me on his cock. He was pushing his cock deep inside my pussy and that was making me feel good all of a sudden.

As I tightly grabbed his back and rested my chin on his shoulder to enjoy the rough sex, I saw the door opening slightly and a head peeping inside.

Me: Bloody hell!

Shambhu: What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t like it, huh? I’ll show you..

Shambhu was so occupied with his triumphant sex that he didn’t realize that someone was watching us. It was the husband of one of Raveena’s office friends. That pervert was constantly checking my figure ever since I went on stage.

While watching me getting fucked in the pussy, the pervert pulled out his brown cock and began to stroke it. He was even gesturing me to have sex with him after I was done with my husband!

If his cock wasn’t that fat and long, I would have fractured his pubic area by kicking it many times.

Me: God, that’s a big cock!

Shambhu: You should say that often, honey. I like that.

I exclaimed carelessly while being tempted to taste that well-hung man. And my gullible husband enjoyed false praise in the same moment!

If I had given that man an easy chance to fuck my pussy, then that would have made me a bitch. I had a plan and it required me to first finish warming up my pussy with Shambhu. I began to press my pussy hard on Shambhu’s cock to increase his pleasure. It took him less than two minutes to pull his cock out of my pussy.

My husband ejaculated on my thighs and began to adjust his pants. I thought he would ask why I wasn’t fixing my dress and getting ready to go outside, but the son of a bitch left without saying a word instead. I said to myself that I would teach him a lesson one day for leaving me like that.

As soon as Shambhu left, the other guy walked inside and closed the door. He rubbed his hands against each other as though there was food being served.

Me: Come in, come in, my dear lover boy! What’s your name?

The bastard replied that his name was Raj. He was of my height and was a bit obese. But strangely his cock, which he was still stroking was fat and looked healthy. I grabbed his smooth big cock and began to stroke it. He too grabbed my ass and started to lift my lehenga. But I stopped him.

Me: Raj, that’s not how it’s going to happen. I’m not a prostitute, you see..

He looked at my serious gaze with confusion and that was when he felt the point I was trying to make. I had squeezed his balls to make him realize that my intention was not to get fucked by him!

Me: ..I am interested in your big cock, but you will have to obey my orders if you want to get it inside this pussy.

Raj: You’re not going to rob me, are you? (chuckling nervously).

Me: Keep your money to yourself, you fat pig! (I kicked him in the nuts!) I’ll rob you of your pretentious manly character, you scumbag.

Raj: Ohh! (He groaned but recovered quickly). Why don’t you just say you like to taste cocks, you bitch! (He laughed giving me a smug look).

Me: Because you fat pig! (I kicked him once again in the balls), even though I like to taste cocks, I don’t like the face and the manner that come along with it. Now shut up and clean your mistress.

Raj chuckled as he began to enjoy my kicks on his balls. He pulled out a handkerchief and started rubbing my thighs, one by one.

Raj: I wish your husband had ejaculated on your ass. (He said that while running his fingers on my ass cheek.)

Me: Finish this job first. I have a surprise for your, my chubby little lover boy.

Raj increased his pace and within a few minutes, he cleaned the cum stains from my thighs.

Me: Now then, my chubby little pig, lie down to feed off my wet ass pussy.

He followed my order with enthusiasm and lied on the drips of cum that was on the cold floor. I lifted my lehenga and rested my smooth ass crack on his lips.

Me: Get your tongue inside my asshole and give it a good cleaning. Consider yourself lucky to have got his job, you fucking pig.

As he began to tongue fuck my asshole, I leaned forward and started sucking on his big cock. I slurped and got it set before shoving it down my throat and choking on it. I also kept moving my ass up and down to feel his sloppy tongue inside my tight asshole. His cock made my pussy leak its sticky water and all of it went inside Raj’s nostrils.

He pushed my ass cheeks and spat out all the sour-tasting pussy water. I chuckled at his condition and told him to stand up and get naked.

Raj stood naked in front of me, the only thing impressive about him was his pulsating penis. I pushed his back against the wall and told him to lift his hands. But as soon as I pressed my ass against his cock, he grabbed my ass cheeks.

Me: Don’t touch me, you filthy pig! I slapped his erect cock to remember the order. Keep your hands up because you don’t deserve to touch my body.

I stuck his cock inside my wet pussy and began to push my ass against his fat belly. His long hard penis penetrated my pussy and reminded me of one of the most pleasurable moments that I have felt so far.

To obtain maximum fun, I touched my toes and began to bump my booty on hid cock. My round ass was hitting his flabby stomach while his hard penis was drilling my insatiable pussy.

While we were enjoying, I saw the door opened once again! I half expected that it was my husband who had come for me. But it was the drinks server, once again!

Me: What the fuck is the matter with you? Come here, you stupid bastard!

I grabbed his collar and pulled him inside the room.

Me: You are one lucky bastard who is ever going to see a scene like this. I have a special drink for you, just wait a bit.

I pulled his pants and grabbed his shrunk penis. Meanwhile, Raj took the courtesy of sticking his cock back inside my pussy and penetrating me from behind.

Raj was fucking my pussy from behind, I was leaning forward stroking the drinks server’s cock, and the drinks server was standing naked looking confused and pleased with the same time.

After a few minutes, Raj pulled out his cock and ejaculated on my ass. I made both those seedy little men kneel and lick my ass clean. They did it with pleasure as I moved my big ass sideways to tease them. Their tongues were sticking to each other while trying to fight the battle to get inside my asshole.

While they were busy licking my ass and asshole, I took their clothes and placed them underneath me. I hadn’t urinated since I had left home and all drinks that I had since then wanted to come out of my pussy.

I peed the golden showers all over their clothes and soaked them with my aromatic piss. One of them began to gently slap my pussy to taste the hot urine in the cold room. Maybe the drinks server got thirsty… ;)

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