“Hello, Mrs. Das. How are you?”
“Fine, thank you, Captain. So nice of the two of you to have come,” she replied.
“We wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world,” Sara said. “We have heard of the fantastic fish that you cook.”
“Please be seated, Captain,” Sandy said, indicating the overstuffed couch.
“Hey, Sandy. This is a party. Forget the Captain stuff. It’s Manny, okay?”
Sandy grinned. “Right-o. Be seated, Manny.”
“And its Rani; not Mrs. Das,” Rani told them.
“And please call me Sara. Mrs. Sharma doesn’t seem to be right under these circumstances.”
“Drink?” Sandy asked.
“Oh yes,” they chorused. Sandy laughed.
“What will you folks have?”
“Lets have wine,” Manny said, glancing at Sara and winking at her.
She blushed, quickly averting her eyes.
“Want to share the joke?” Sandy asked walking to the bar.
“Maybe later,” Manny laughed as he watched Sandy pouring the wine in the tall glasses. He set them on a tray and circulated among the rest of them. His eyes twinkled as he handed Sara her glass and making sure that Manny was talking eagerly with Rani, he let his legs brush against hers.
Manny’s eyes were riveted on Rani’s cleavage and there was a lot of it exposed through the skimpy blouse she was wearing. She was wearing a flimsy pink sari with matching blouse and he could clearly see the outlines of her bra. She was no better, because she kept bending down and this made her heavy tits push against the blouse.
The ladies were seated opposite to the couch on which the men were seated. The chairs on which they were seated were wide and like the couch, overstuffed.
The first round of the wine disappeared in a very short time. Obviously, they were nervous and wanted to gulp down the liquor so that their inhibitions would go away. It was while they were on the third round that Rani exclaimed,
“Oops!”
“What’s the matter, darling?” Sandy was concerned.
She blushed. “Nothing much,” she answered. “The problem that a lactating mother faces. I’ll be back shortly. I’ve got to change.” She rose and Manny couldn’t help his cock slowly rising in his pants.
Sandy laughed as Rani disappeared inside. “Problems, problems. Manny, haven’t you and Sara planned a kid? Believe me, having kids is wonderful.”
Sara blushed, sipping the wine. Manny gulped down his.
“I know it’s wonderful. Perhaps this year, huh Sara?”
“You blokes are lucky,” she whispered. “It’s us women who have to carry the weight for nine months.”
“It’s worth it,” Sandy told her.
“Hey, Sandy!” Rani yelled out.
“What’s it?” he asked.
“I need your help here!”
Sandy grinned. “That’s one of the beautiful thing that happens, especially if the wife does not believe in pumps. I get to drink that sweet milk!”
Sara went beet red as Sandy rose. He walked inside to the bedroom where Rani was. When he entered, she was facing the mirror and kneading her tits. The blouse and bra were off and suddenly, Sandy felt his hard on inside his pants as he watched her milk oozing out of her large tits.
He walked up to her and embraced her from behind, watching her face in the mirror. He pulled away her hands and cupped her tits, squeezing powerfully till the milk shot out and landed on the mirror.
“Ooohh, god, that feels so good!” she moaned.
He pressed his crotch against the swell of her ass and she giggled. “You horny bastard!” she admonished him. “Randy Sandy, always with an hard on!”
“I told you that there’s no man alive in the world who wouldn’t have a erection when he sees you. Especially when you are doing that with your tits.”
She twisted her face and they kissed. She shoved her tongue in his mouth and he sucked on it, continuing to knead her tits and press his bulge against her ass.
She thrust her hands behind her and in a flash had his cock out of his pants after having swiftly unzipped him. He groaned when her fist closed over his throbbing cock and she smeared the drops of his pre-cum over the shaft.
She drew back and licked his lips, turning sideways.
“How does Randy Sandy want it?” she smiled, jerking on his shaft with both her hands. Her milk was spraying on his shirt.
“Been a long time since you wrapped those luscious tits around my cock,” he said, bending down and sucking on them. She held the back of his head and pressed him closer, her head thrown back. She moaned aloud.
He leaned forward and kissed her on her mouth and then her ears, and whispered, “Don’t look now, but I can see Manny and Sara watching us through the mirror. They are standing behind the door.”
The exhibitionist in her surfaced and she yanked her sari up over her hips, bunching it around her waist. “Pull down my panties, randy Sandy and touch my cunt,” she told him in a voice that was loud enough for Manny and Sara to hear.
He sucked hard on her nipples, and grabbing the elastic waistband of her pink panties, pushed it down over her thighs. She wriggled her ass to allow it to slide down over her legs and then pushed it aside with her foot.
“Aahhhh…” she moaned when he cupped her cunt. “Oh yessss, rub my clit.”
His hand began to move rapidly over her cunt. She adjusted her body so that she could shove her other tit in his mouth. Quickly, she slipped out of the sari. “Suck this one now, randy Sandy!”
She slid down on her knees and placed his cock between her milky tits. He bent down and kissed her again on her mouth, plunging his tongue inside her mouth. She sucked on it as she began to move up and down, masturbating his cock in her cleavage.
He pulled his mouth away from hers and slid a finger inside her mouth. “Suck on it, my big titted whore!” he rasped out. She was surprised; he normally never used that kind of language, but she correctly guessed that he was doing it for Sara’s benefit.
She began to suck on his finger, writhing all the time, letting his cock fuck her tits. He bent down further and shoved a finger of the other hand in her wet pussy. “Imagine that Manny’s fucking you with his cock and Sara’s fingering your cunt, you whore!” he said, loud enough for the couple hiding behind the door to listen to.
She kneaded her tits, letting the milk splash out to cover his pumping cock.
“Oh yes, Sandy!” she squealed. “Imagine Manny fucking my cunt and me licking Sara’s!”
At the door, the couple was in no better position. Sara was standing behind her husband and her hands had encircled his waist. She had unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock through the opening in his underwear, jerking furiously on it. He had managed to slip down her strapless skirt, and her tiny bra to expose her firm tits.
He decided he had enough of this. His cock dangling, her tits jiggling, he led her inside the bedroom and announced, “Why imagine when there’s the real stuff here?”
Sandy and Rani pretended to be startled by their appearance.
“W-wha…” Rani mumbled.
“Oh god,” Sandy groaned, slipping his cock out of his wife’s cleavage. “W-we are sorry, Manny!”
“What for?” Manny grinned, unbuckling his pants and shoving the garment down over his thighs. The underwear followed and he was striping off his shirt.
“Get naked, Sara,” he told his wife. “Didn’t you hear what our hosts imagined?”
Sara was smiling as she swiftly unbuttoned her skirt; it was a one-piece affair and she had stripped off her bra and panties just as swiftly, emerging naked.
The couple on the bed looked at them, open mouthed. Then, Sandy began to laugh. “How do you want it, Manny?”
“I would love to fuck your wife’s big, milky tits!” he exclaimed, “and watch you fuck my wife in the doggie position while she eats Rani’s cunt.”
Manny hurried over to the bed and pulled Rani off the floor by holding her arms. He pushed her onto her back on the bed so that her knees were hanging down over the edge of the bed. “Excuse me, Sarge, I gotta do this,” he said huskily, getting up on the bed and straddling Rani. He used the reverse direction, kneeling over her head and facing her legs. His balls dragged over her mouth and she took them in her mouth, licking them. He lowered himself gently so that his balls were resting on her face and plunged his cock between her tits from the top. Reaching down, he began to squeeze her tits, watching the milk spurt out and wet his cock.
“Oh god, that’s so sexy,” he groaned as he began to rock to and fro.
Sandy spun Sara around and pushed her. She grabbed Rani’s hips, her face directly plunging down between the woman’s wide-open legs. Rani grunted and lifted her hips as Sara began to lick her cunt.
Sandy arranged himself behind Sara, reaching down to open her cunt lips. He aimed his cock at the opening and slammed his cock to the hilt, pushing her against his wife’s pussy.
“Talk to her, Sandy.” Manny groaned, moving his cock faster between Rani’s swollen tits. “Just like you were talking to your wife!”
Sandy knew that Sara loved talking and being talked to when they fucked.
“C’mon, you little bitch, shove that ass back! Take my cock inside you, oh yes, like that, rotate your hips and grab my cock with your cunt, oh god, yes, fuck back, you bitch, fuck harder you little whore!” he cried out.
Sara took Rani’s clit in her mouth and nibbled on it. Rani moaned with Manny’s balls slapping against her face. Her voice, though muffled, was clear enough.
“Oh god, you little slut!” she whined. “You do know how to lick pussy and suck clit! Oh god, yes, faster, you dirty little whore, faster. Shove your tongue inside my cunt, aahhhh yessss…like that you little whore! Deeper, you bitch, deeper! And you, you horny bastard, fuck my tits. Oh god, yes, squeeze some more milk from my tits and get your fucking cock wet, you lousy son of a bitch!”
