It had been a while since we had met. So Sam and I decided to make up for lost time over a few drinks at his place. I reached his place at the appointed time.
I have to say that even though I have been to Sam’s many times I am always zapped by the paraphernalia that he has. His apartment is a treasure trove of all sex toys ever invented. He has a pretty neat inventory management system, which he designed himself and which, I am sure, would more than meet ISO requirements should that need ever come up.
As has been the norm, Sam and I were alone at the place. We were naked too, which some would find odd considering that we are both heterosexual males. We just like it that way. Makes us open up to each other a lot more. Also, it is mandated because it is in times like these that Sam and I test any new gadgets that he has gotten hold of. And this time, was not much different.
I don’t know what it was called. But it held promise. It was shaped like a bamboo, about 3 inches in diameter and a foot in length. It was very smooth. The thing about its intended use is not what comes to mind. It was a pretty neat thing. All you had to do was put it on a sofa or a chair, and sit on it such that it was wedged in your ass crack. Your anus had to touch it along the length of the shaft. Then you turn a knob and it sent out the most delicious vibrations.
As we tested this out, with a drink in our hands, I asked Sam what had kept him busy all this long. Well, his life had been a bitch. Ravs had a husband, and she was soon to have a child. So, there was not much that she asked of him these days except the occasional cunnilingus. Make no mistake. Sam loved Ravs, and he gladly did what was expected of him. Just that he had a lot of idle time on his hands after he had bathed and dressed her in the mornings. Until one day.
Ravs keeps having these flings on the side. She does not keep them a secret from her husband because the objects of her desire are normally women. And any man is turned on by the thought of his wife having a lesbian affair. So it kept their marital sex spiced up. Now that she was pregnant, she could not be involved as sexually with her lover as she had been. And she was afraid of losing her lesbian lover.
When Sam told me who her lover this time was my jaw dropped to the floor. I knew that Ravs made brilliant choices and chose her lovers with great care. But I was not prepared for this one. This time Raveena was involved with Priyanka Gandhi.
Sam knew the implications of that. He also knew what he had to do. During Ravs indisposition, he was to keep Ms. Gandhi sexually satisfied until Raveena was ready for action or she decided that she had to move on to another lover. That was not all of it. Raveena, this time, had finally done what she had always wanted – bed both mother and daughter at the same time. Yes, she was fucking Sonia Gandhi too.
By this time, the dangler between my legs was not dangling anymore. It was standing straight up in attention, and I am not sure how much of it was due to the device I was testing. Sam continued.
As per plan, Sam landed up at Sonia’s residence, 10 Janpath. It was an opulently furnished house. But it appeared to be deserted. The only person he had seen was the butler who had let him in and who had since disappeared.
Priyanka came out to greet him. She was dressed in black pantyhose and a matching leather garter belt. That is it. Her smooth white ass was bare, her voluptuous 34D breasts were exposed. And she had a ten inch double-ended black strap-on shooting out of her vagina.
“You must be Sam,” she greeted him with a smile, and offered him her strap-on to shake. “You are not suitably dressed for the party, I am afraid.”
Sam soon took care of that. He was out of his clothes in a flash. Priyanka looked at him, and nodded her approval. She went down on her knees, held his 7 ½-inch meat in her hands, wrapped her mouth around it, and swallowed it for a while. Satisfied, she asked him to follow behind her.
What a view that gave him! Priyanka’s back was exposed, her ass cheeks completely in his view. As she walked, her derriere sashayed rhythmically. She held his cock in one hand as she led him into the master bedroom. Her other hand was around her strap-on, pushing it in and out of her love hole.
In the bedroom, a spectacular scene greeted him. At first, he could only see a naked, fair, huge, smooth bottom. The woman it belonged to was bent over, her head between a pair of nice white legs that were opened wide. By the looks of it, the bottoms were recently waxed, and even the crack had no hair. The anus was wide open. When Priyanka stood behind her and gammed her strap-on into the anus, he knew why.
He went a little forward. Those white legs belonged to Sonia Gandhi. That much he had guessed. She was spread eagled on the bed, completely in the buck. She had three fingers in her mouth, and her eyes were closed. The woman eating her out was massaging her tits as she went about her business.
A step more, and he knew that the butt belonged to the Tourism Minister, Renuka Chaudhry. Now this was a small surprise because she was not known to be into women. She kept with her an army of strong healthy young men, aged between 19 and 22, all very well endowed. But here she was, sucking at a woman’s clit as if her life depended on it. And, Sam knew that it did. It was in Renuka’s best interest to keep Sonia in good humour, even if it meant getting her shit hole ripped apart by Sonia’s daughter.
