I am sorry to have delayed my chapter 2. I have been overwhelmed by the comments and numerous mails after the first one. One of the reasons for the delay is that I can write with all my passion only when I am aroused.
Before I start off, let clarify one thing, are you really interested to know if the names mentioned are correct and real? Are you really intrigued that these incidents are true or made up? I would like to just know if you enjoyed them as a read and the content.
So here goes...
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We all started stirring again in about half an hour. Most probably because it was already 4 PM and we were hungry.
I reached out to look for my clothes. Rekha understood it and said, "ki dorkar? Emni thako na. What for? (Stay as you are)". I said, "Na lojja korbey(No I will be embarrased)". To which she said, "Lojja kiser? Sumon toh baritey sara din nunu(bengali for cock) jhooliye ghurey beray(What's the shame? Sumon spends the entire time at home with his cock dangling)". Sumon quickly retorted, "Aar tumi je dudu(bengali for boobs) dekhiye berao(And what about you who keeps showing around her boobs). We had a good laugh and they convinced me to stay as I am. As Rekha and Sumon got themselves busy laying up the table I kept admiring their bodies. They looked so perfect and their forms were so graceful. They looked like the perfect forms for sex. Scenes where I could see the tip of Sumon's limp cock tip; I could barely hold myself to kiss it. I stopped him and took him in my mouth shamelessly. I always loved the feeling of the growing member in mouth. It still had the smell of our mixed cum and strong aroma was making me horny again. Rekha came along and played spoilsport. She pulled us apart to eat, saying we need the energy. I could believe they were also thinking of more sex after the wholesome session we just had. But what the heck, I am already expecting more.
It was a nice meal albeit simple, the usual Bengali meal that I am not going to bore you with. We were all sitting at that their round glass topped table and chatting about everyday things like recipes to the relationship with my sister and her husband. It all seemed so normal and natural, yet so strange that 3 human beings who barely know each other sitting nude and having a simple meal. For all those who feel that sex and emotions (love) are 2 very different things, let me assure you it is not. One session with them and they seemed so close, so well known to me. It's like suddenly breaking away from all those formalities and becoming closest pals in a matter of minutes. There was however none of the usual sexual tensions that one would expect.
Through the glass top of the table I could see Sumon's limp cock. Even when limp it was quite impressive, the foreskin was back covering most of the head, but the little red tip was peeping out. That sight made my tummy flutter. I was being aroused and actually missed a couple of things my partners were talking about. I was ashamed and began wondering if I am actually becoming a nymphomaniac to be thinking of sex and lust just after such an intense session. It could be my long barren period or just the newness of the experience or maybe even because it was a forbidden thing. The fact remains, I was getting moist between my legs again.
Post lunch, we all partook in clearing and cleaning up the table and retired to the sitting room. I was the only one slightly self conscious of sitting on the fabric topped couch, because I was probably the only one moist between my legs. They seemed to be most casual and probably weren't thinking of more sex today and here I was still all horny. 'Am I really becoming insatiable?' - was the thought when we sat down together with the TV on.
We were talking more than watching the telly and soon the topic veered on to sexual ones. They even asked me if my sister and brother-in-law shares me and I told them how unimaginable that is and convinced them that this was my first encounter of a 3some.
