Hi guys, back with another tale. Like all my previous ones, this is also a different plotline. I await your suggestions and feedbacks. Enjoy...
Opposites attract. I mean, literally, they do. I always thought of it as a scientific theory or so, until I met Diya... Until I fell in love with her... And until we married...
Hi, I am Milind and that young vibrant woman clad in her T-shirt flaunting her round tight breasts and a skirt that reached her knee, was my wife Diya. She was the opposite I have been talking about. To an outsider, we would be the perfect mismatch. She was wild, exciting, always surrounded with her wide group of friends while I preferred the calmness. I read and watched, while the world would dance.
If you thought these opposites makes us a weak couple, you are wrong. In fact, I'd say we are the perfect pair. The moment we are together, the disparities vanish and we become one. I hate parties, but I love going out on parties with her. She hates being inactive but she'd hold my hand and stay by me at a park for hours, sometimes even without a word spoken!
Diya is the perfect wife. She would reply the moment my mind speaks and don't get me started on our sex. The bed is where the vibrant one and the silent one join hands to craft the craziest of ideas and stages them in the most passionate (or sometimes roughest!) way.
Of course, Diya was the more creative one and she'd dedicate her creativity to her past flings. Some of them being very hot, that there were nights when the only act that would happen will be her narration of her stories while I (or sometimes she) jerk off.
And one such tale was of Nikita, who by the way, is the one who sits beside Diya while the pair share their past adventures and current gossips. I let the girls have their time and tried to engage myself in some magazines but the thoughts kept creeping back in. I mean, how it doesn't??? Here is my wife, next room with a woman who was her roommate during their college life... and also had her first sex experience with! Yeah, Diya and Nikita made out during their college life and I had jerked off to that stories many a times and now she is here... with Diya... in the same room... Now you get my dilemma, don't you???
The girls came out from their conversation and came to the living where I have been sitting. Diya sat beside me after placing a peck on my cheek. She had a disturbing smile on her face. A devilish grin I would have before pulling a prank. I hate those smiles.
'I have placed your things on our guest room... It's on the first floor, first left.' I spoke to Nikita trying to divert my fear from that grin.
'Oh... Thanks... Let me get some water for myself...' When one offered to get it for her, she waved me away as if she'd manage herself. I watched her stroll away. She was much thinner than Diya. Diya had gained some weight during the last few months, which benefitted her ass and breasts, but Nikita's tiny pair of ass were attractive too. The cute pair have a charm of its own.
SMACK...
Diya!!! How stupid of me...
'You were ogling at her, weren't you?' I flinched at the accusation. 'How dare you?' she snarled and pulled me. 'Come here...' She led to our bedroom.
As soon as we entered our room, she locked the door behind and commanded. 'Take off your clothes.'
The moment I was out of my cloth she pushed me to the bed and cuffed me to the back our bed. 'Stay there, I don't want my husband ogling the friends I bring home.' And with that she left.
A lot happened in a few second, didn't it? For one second, I was mesmerizing at the tiny cute pair of Nikita and now I am cuffed to my bed, naked. Yeah, I know, this isn't a punishment, this was some kinky sex that Diya had planned for me but she seemed to be taking a lot of time. Had she forgotten about me? Or maybe they might be making out at the couch while I am here. Come on, she wouldn't do that, would she? Yeah, it would be good story to narrate at night. The story of how a wife made out with her lesbian friend all over the house, while her stupid husband was cuffed to the bed. No way, I aint going to jerk off to that, although my dick had its doubts. It seemed to be throbbing for that thought. The thought of my wife's lesbian exploration.
My thoughts and my dick came back to the real world when the door creaked open. It was Nikita and she was wearing the T-shirt and skirt Diya had been wearing a few minutes before. Why was she wearing that? Had they exchanged clothes? Does that mean they stood by each other all naked? Interesting... This wouldn't be awkward at all. I am naked with my dick was longing for a warmth cuffed and hence vulnerable.
'Heard you were... Looking at me???' Nikita enquired with a sly smile. She sat on the bed left to me.
'Huh... No... It was just...'
'No???' Diya stormed in and stood by my right. 'So, you say you weren't checking out her?'
'No... Yes... No...' Confused by which was the right response to that question. 'I wasn't...'
Diya was glaring at me with so much intensity that I felt that some sort laser power would shoot out from her eye and burn me to ashes.
'But your dick says different.'
'No, It isn't...' and I was right. It wasn't hard yet, although it was throbbing to be hard soon and 2 women staring at it was not helping at all.
'So you don't find me attractive?' Now it was Nikita's turn and she was making a pouting face.
'I... Uh...' Come on girls...
'Can't you see it? He is drooling all over for you?' Diya complained. 'Why don't you take off your shirt. I guarantee he'd craving to see those pairs of tits.'
I turned to face Diya, shocked by her suggestion.
'You lied to me, didn't you? I'll prove you how much you were drooling over her. If not you, your dick would say the truth.'
I gulped in a spit as Nikita sat before me, bare chested. I tried to concentrate on something else but her cute pair of perky tits were like a magnet that I couldn't keep my eyes off. I tried to comfort my dick by attempting to keep it between my thighs but it seemed to be poking out, not yet completely hard. It wont be far before it will betray me.
Diya was out of her clothes when she came behind Nikita and gently held her breasts.
'Wasn't this you've been craving for?' She slid her finger through Nikita's chests and squeezed her nipples. Nikita gave out a moan. 'Ah...'
'Don't you want this Milind? Don't you want to pinch these cute tits? Don't you want to suck this? Taste her?'
I could see Nikita was turned on with Diya's touch. Nikita extended her slender legs towards my almost hard dick and started stroking it with her toes. That was it... All it required was the touch. I was full on hard...
'Mmm... Liar... Or was it this you have been craving for?' With that, Diya turned Nikita and kissed her on her lips. I watched the two women kissing with one's hand fondling with the other's breasts. If I could pull myself out of this cuff, I don't know what I would have done but now Nikita foot stroke was a help. It felt good.
Diya broke the kiss. 'Oh, so this was it wasn't it? You were thinking of our kiss. The love sessions that I had been telling you about.' Diya freed Nikita and came towards me. 'You were thinking of your wife with another woman, weren't you?'
The freed Nikita also came forward. I felt her kissing my dick and then soon I could feel ger mouth on my dick. Diya and I watched her blowing me.
