To begin, I should introduce myself, my name is Fareeda and I am an Indian woman in my mid 30s and have been married to Kareem, a compassionate and loving man for over 10 years. I've always been considered quite attractive with my light brown skin, long black hair, big dark eyes and sweet smile but most men seem to find my smooth figure with it's full rounded ass and ample breasts most appealing. Anyways, I've never suffered from a lack of attention even though I had never encouraged it.
My husband, Kareem is a businessman, and a very good one actually but as is often the case here in India, it became necessary for him to travel abroad and stay away for extended periods of time, however the reward was that we had now become fairly wealthy. As you can imagine, the downside was that my sex life consisted of long months where the only relief from my erotic tension came from my imagination and my own ministrations.
Naturally, he understood my need, and upon arriving home for a short stay, mentioned to me that at times he had found it necessary to seek relief from the local prostitutes where he traveled and that he was fine with the idea of me enjoying a sexual partner in his absence as well. Of course we had always been very open with each other, and I was well aware of his activities with the girls in other countries, but had been reluctant to allow myself the same pleasure and explained this to him. I believe he was concerned that my abstinence would eventually cause me to develop a resentment towards him and although I hated to admit it, at times I could see this occurring. At least this time he was going to be home for a month and we took full advantage of it, if one didn't know better it would have seemed that we were on our honeymoon.
As the days went past, he brought up the subject of my need for a sexual partner several times but I always dismissed the idea thinking I should just endure the situation and take comfort in the idea that this was my contribution to securing our financial future. Besides, I felt uncomfortable with the idea of experiencing intimacy with a strange man even though the thought of it caused me to feel strangely sensual and aroused. Before long however, the subject came up again one morning and this time I decided to share with my husband the feelings I was experiencing. "Well," he said with an understanding look "I've been thinking of asking you to try something, come with me hon."
I walked with him to the bus stop not far from our house and on the way he explained how women passengers on these crowded buses were often groped by men and because everyone is pushed together there was not much one could do about it. He suggested that rather than resist it, I should allow it and accept that I was an attractive and hot woman that men would want to engage with. I told him I was a little scared but I would try it and as soon as I decided to play this game, I felt that familiar tingling of arousal. "Don't worry honey I'll be on the bus with you, but we will pretend we're not together." In a few minutes the bus arrived but was not yet filled so I had a seat on the aisle while my husband moved some distance away.
At the next stop a large group of people got on and it wasn't long before a middle aged man, standing in the aisle maneuvered his way to my side. Obviously he wanted to appear inconspicuous and as the bus bumped and lurched along, I could feel him rubbing his now hardening member against my upper arm. Apparently he wasn't wearing any underwear because I could see a small damp spot appearing on his pants from his arousal. I found myself getting quite excited and rather enjoyed the fluttering in my stomach, unfortunately, he got off at the next stop.
At this point I got up to allow an elderly woman to have my seat and found myself standing in front of a man probably in his mid 40s, he was a good looking man and this time I chose to initiate the seduction. Very slowly, almost imperceptibly, I moved backwards until I could feel my butt just grazing his hand which he had at his side, now I let the motion of the bus do the work as I let my ass move back and forth over his hand. He shifted his position slightly and now had his hand resting between the cheeks of my nice round butt and since I was wearing a saree and a thong, there was not much separating his hand from my flesh. mmmmmm It was like an exciting adventure into the world of eroticism. I suppose because I made no move to stop his advances, he wanted to see how much I would allow and now positioned himself in such a way that his growing erection was firmly planted between my fleshy globes.
I glanced at my husband and we exchanged smiles since he could clearly see what was going on and was happy at my acceptance of it. As we rocked and lurched along the rough road, he took each opportunity to press himself more firmly into me. Perhaps it was a growing lust that took over my behavior, but I decided to take this one step further and slowly moved my hand behind me and grasped his now fully erect penis. I know it took him by surprise because I heard a sudden gasp in my ear. I couldn't believe I had done this.
Here I was on a public bus caressing the hard cock of a complete stranger and although no one could see what was happening, I was on fire and could feel the moisture gathering in my pussy. I began stroking this stranger's cock through his pants and felt a sense of power in my sexuality. I stroked him for a little longer before he had to get off at his stop and I watched as he walked away covering the bulge in his trousers with his briefcase.
Arriving back home, Kareem and I each poured ourselves a glass of wine and sat down to chat about that morning's adventure. "Well Fareeda you seemed to be getting more comfortable with your adventures in flirtation, you left that last fellow in a real state of suspended desire," chuckling at his use of words.
"I know, I would have never imagined I would do such a thing and yet I felt so alive and vital." "Maybe we could do that again, you know I'm comfortable with it as long as you're nearby."
He gave me a thoughtful look before saying "I think we can try something a little bolder." I started getting that nervous twinge again, then he continued "there's an old theater on the other side of town where people often go to find sexual hook-ups." "We'll go there tomorrow and see if you can get a little more intimate with someone than today, maybe give them a hand job in the dark." Again I felt that churning of excitement inside mixed with a little fear.
The next afternoon found us in an old, rundown theater that played mostly B movies at a discount. Kareem had given me a condom to contain the cum in the event I found what I was looking for. The theater was not very crowded so we selected a couple of seats next to an athletic looking young man and hoped for the best.
Shortly after we sat down the lights went out and the film began. I have no idea what was playing because the entire focus of my attention was on what I hoped would soon happen. It wasn't long before I felt his leg brush against mine, I knew he was desirous of knowing my response so I kept my leg against his without withdrawing it and noticed he pushed his more firmly against me. After a very brief pause he began moving his leg up and down against mine, since I didn't move away, he clearly knew I was willing to play.
In the reflected light of the movie I knew Kareem would be able to see it all. Next he stroked the side of my thigh with the back of his hand and I caressed his hand letting him know that it was all right. Hesitating only slightly he firmly moved my hand to his crotch and slowly began masturbating using my hand. It always thrills me to feel a mans organ swelling at my touch. Releasing my hand from his grip, I started undoing his pants and seeing where we were going, he assisted me by quickly lowering his pants and underwear. Taking out the condom, I whispered that I wanted him to wear it and of course he promptly had it rolled on.
As I began massaging his penis he moved his hand under my salwar and panties. I felt a thrill running through my body, not so much from the sensation but from the thought that here in a public theater I was massaging a stranger's engorged cock and he had his fingers inside my most private place and I was enjoying the whole thing immensely which he also knew by the abundance of moisture I was producing. At one point he withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth where he lustily sucked my essence from them, ooooooh god, this was so hot! He returned to my waiting pussy and rolled my swollen clit between his fingers, squeezing slightly, "oooooooooohhh fuuuuck."
I couldn't stop the wave of orgasm that welled up inside me, the best I could do was to keep from yelling out loud. My husband was holding my other hand and I squeezed him hard as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me, just as my breathing slowed slightly, I could feel his swollen man meat throbbing in my hand and knew his time of pleasure had arrived, quickening the pace of my strokes slightly, he raised his ass from the seat and I knew his balls had released their gift and he could feel the impending eruption flowing up through his hard shaft which I held firmly onto. Trying to keep quiet as I had, he nevertheless let out a low moan as his cream gushed from the swollen head of his cock spurting into the condom. I continued slowly stroking him until all his milk had been released, then told him I wanted the condom full of cum.
We left before the end of the movie and when we got home I showed Kareem the condom with it's huge load of milky fluid. "He came so much because forbidden things taste better, he wouldn't have released that much with his wife." "Well Fareeda, you have aroused strange men on the bus, gave another great pleasure in the theater and let him give you the same now we finally need you to fuck a strange man in front of me"
Again I felt myself being overcome with lust "OK hon but how can you ask a stranger to fuck your wife?" "I've been thinking of something" he said "don't worry"
It was a few days after this conversation that Kareem came home early one afternoon accompanied by another man whom I didn't know. Since it was a warm day, I turned away to get us all something to drink. My husband and this man, who was introduced to me as Moideen were sitting at the table when I returned with a bottle of whiskey and 3 glasses with ice. Before sitting, I poured them each a generous serving before pouring one for myself as well. Moideen was a big man, not fat but easily 6 feet tall and strongly built. I couldn't help wondering why he was seated at my table.
