Author's note: This is the first part of a five-part series. This story is told from Aman's perspective. I consider this series a love story (polyamory), although it has a strong group sex theme. If polyamory doesn't excite you, I urge you not to waste your time.
All the characters are 18+ and the author urges consent and safe sex to all readers.
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Even after years of marriage, Aman still lusted over Ananya's ass. Ananya, being an exhibitionist, hardly wears a stitch of cloth when they are alone in their house. Some might think Aman would have gotten used to her nakedness, but it was quite the opposite. Aman felt like he would get health issues given he is always stiff when home.
Sometimes she wears a long t-shirt when someone rings the bell. Aman wonders if any of their neighbors know Ananya was naked underneath the t-shirts.
Today, Ananya was preparing breakfast wearing only an apron. Aman admired her naked bottom illuminated by the morning sun. Her beautiful ass was as beautiful as the first time he saw her.
Aman's mind drifted off to his college days.
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Aman woke up from deep sleep. He was facing the dorm window he shared with his roommate, Aditya. Although it was the middle of the night, the room was not completely dark. The streetlights illuminated the room.
There was a faint sound of a woman moaning coming from Aditya's bed. Aman's nostrils picked up a new fragrance, but he couldn't identify it.
"He must be watching porn again," Aman cursed to himself. He turned to shout at Aditya to plug his headphones, jerk off, and let him sleep in peace. He hoped he didn't have to see Aditya's erect penis again.
The image in front of Aman froze him speechless. A fully naked girl was lying on Aditya's bed. Aditya had his head between her legs. It appeared he was fingering the girl as well. The girl was moaning loud. Her spine raised, her head held back. Aman studied her face: her eyes closed, her lips agape, her beautiful nostrils flaring up and down with her breath. Her slender hands held Aditya's hair as he was eating her pussy. Aman studied her perky boobs with a dark aureole and an erect nipple.
The girl's hips rhythmically swayed as Aditya was eating her out. Aman understood the source of the new fragrance: it was the smell of her sex. Aman wished it was him who was lapping up her juices. He wondered if he could make the girl go crazy, having no experience of his own.
The girl's breathing increased and her back arched. She let a loud moan and shuddered. The orgasm lasted at least half a minute. Aman studied the girl's face as each wave of orgasm rippled through her body.
The girl opened her eyes and looked directly into Aman's eyes. He felt that she was putting on a show for him. He wondered if he could ever orgasm in front of others as comfortable as the girl. The girl seductively looked into Aman's eyes, bit her lower lips, and grabbed Aditya's hair.