My wife, five Indian male dancers and her faggot teacher By Bhuralund@gmail.com My wife of ten years was getting bore at home. So I encouraged her to join some hobby classes or something of the sort. She was interested in the Indian classical dance and soon found a private tutor who conducted classes at home. Classes were started only if there were six or more students. Luckily for my wife, she was the sixth interested person and was told the classes would commence every Tuesday and Thursday from 3pm to 5pm. Joining the class really cheered her mood noticeably and she became enthusiastic about everything. Although she was a bit shy to show me her dance moves, I caught her practicing a few times. Indian classical dance never interested me because of the awkward angles at which the legs were bent and the various very geeky postures, but my wife is a culture freak and very interested in Indian cultural things. About three months later, one Thursday, I had a meeting near her tutor's house. However, owing to some sudden medical urgency at home, my associate cancelled the meeting at the last minute. Since I was already outside, I decided to go home straight, and since I was already so close to her class, I thought I would pick her up after the class and we could go out for a nice dinner somewhere. There was no parking space around the private house her tutor lived in so I parked around the corner and walked the block. The house was a large nice wooden house surrounded by plants, shrubs and flowers, just as I imagined a dancer's house would be like. There were a few statutes of dancing Indian goddesses along the path and the house was at the back of the lawn. It was still 3.30pm and her class must be midway- so to not disturb her I just ambled around. There was a deck chair and some old magazine lying around so I made myself comfortable and starting leafing through one of the society magazines. Soon I could hear sound of music filtering in and I just got curious to see the class in progress. There was no way to see inside through the wall but as I walked towards the back of the house, I saw a huge open window which was covered with a lattice work wooden screen. Just beyond the screen was a passageway and at the end of the passageway was a stairwell. I climbed up and realized it looked directly into the house, and if I sat down, I could clearly see inside through the wooden screen, that extended till the roof of the house. There was a hall in which the class was taking place. As I adjusted myself, I realized that I could only see the students if I lied down on my stomach. It was a good view but what I saw sort of made my stomach turned. Sure it was a class of six students, sure they were dancing but the way the coaching was proceeding was not very conventional. First, all other five students were males. They were wearing only loin- cloths and it was not wholesome covering for their bodies, glistening with sweat. All five of them were perhaps south Indians as accounted by their very dark skin. All were very fit and muscular save for one, who was about 55 and very obscenely gross looking. Not only was he the ugliest man I have ever seen, but he was also overweight with a huge belly lurching and jiggling with every move he made. He was also the most inept of the students and was constantly corrected about his postures. Second, the teacher was also a male. He looked a bit faggoty and rather unattractive with his broad nose, small eyes and really oversized, pouty and thick nigger lips. He too was only wearing a small loin-cloth. My wife, pretty, fair-skinned and beautiful looked like an oddity among them. But the worse was that she too was wearing just a loincloth and what seemed like a very thin cotton material cloth tightly draped over her big boobs. It was tied at the back in a knot and her breasts, were swinging freely with every movement. The music stopped as the teacher paused the CD player. "Now we will practice for Kirshna's birthday celebrations," he said. "So, you" he pointed to my wife - "will be Radha - as you are the only female here" and he winked "and Das will be main Krishna. You all know ras-leela right? It is a fantasy-sort of a theme in which all the gopis imagine that Krishna is only their lover, and Krishna, the mystical and romantic god that he is, takes many forms and makes them believe that he is dancing with all of them." All students looked at each other and smiled. "So Ruchi," - he pointed to my wife again - "you will have to multi task as all the gopis and dance with all the Krishnas. Understood?" He continued when everyone stopped nodding, "So first sequence will be Krishna meets Radha in the perfumed garden and starts a romantic sort of foreplay. And other gopis will come in and accuse him of cheating and then he will create many forms of himself and start dancing with everyone. Radha, - yes, from now on I will address you as Radha only - you will move from one Krishna to another and remember, you must exude a seductive posture and expression throughout. This is a fairly romantic dance and it has to be kept to right to its form. So please all of you forget your real life identities and behave just as Krishna and Radha would have behaved. Only that is true offering to Lord Krishna. Ok?" With that, he changed the CD and started the music. The music was much different and calming, very soft and immediately reminded me of our bedroom. My wife took her position as Radha, sitting coquettishly in the perfumed garden, waiting for her lover. Das, one of the taller students, came dancing in from one corner and starting his movements. Dancing around Radha, sometimes touching her face, sometimes caressing her arms and one, even her almost bare thighs. It went on for some time and then finally Radha got up and they started dancing together. It was a very seductive slow dance and Das was mostly just behind my wife, most of the time almost sticking to her - not that she seemed to mind. At one time, he was supposed to move his hand through my wife's arms and hug her tightly from behind but it seemed awkward so the teacher moved in to show him. He positioned himself behind her - skin to skin, and clutched her waist and moved his big black hands to press her breasts. She turned her head and her lips were only a milimetre away from his thick black lips. She must have definitely felt his hot breath but she was being a perfect student. Das retuned and started the move. He was a bit clumsy and his mouth landed on her lips with an impact. Next, he swirled her around to face him and lightly carried her from the waist and made her almost sit on his bent thighs. She was almost clinging to him and their sweat was mingling around. After that the dance increased the tempo and they twirled around very fast. One movement Das kneeled down and placed his face at her bare midriff and I could see from her face that she liked that - not as Radha but as my wife, a woman. "Now the second gopi," teaches signaled and another Indian man came in the pictures now, she had to move from one partner to another doing all the body hugging movements, at one point both the males had sandwiched her between their hot bodies. Soon the third man joined and while my wife was moving from one to another, accidentally - I would like to think it was an accident, one of the men tugged at the knot at her back and the cloth came undone, swinging her large breast out in the open. She stopped and covered her breast with her hands, but the teacher shouted, "No, don't stop...you are Radha, get in the role, it's just us only...go on, I say all of you go on." So she continued dancing now only clad in the sheer loincloth that was getting a bit transparent with all the sweat from her and the other males bodies. The dance form had changed a bit I could sense, not all the dancers were sticking to the traditional moves. In one movement, one of the males carried her up so that her breast were right in hid face and I saw a flicker of a tongue at her nipples. Soon the others caught on and started the pick her up and lick the nipples routine. It was becoming very obvious that they were purposely repeating that routine but the teacher didn't stop them. Now all fine males and my wife were dancing at a high crescendo. At one point one male made her lie down straight on the floor and lied down on top of her, and started rolling both their bodies in unison. This crotch to crotch movement looked so erotic that my cock started swelling up. Soon the other too started that movement and soon my wife's bare breasts were getting squished by all the black Indian males' hairy chests. Then one of the males revered his position and now it was his crotch in my wife's face and her barely scantily clad pussy in his face. I was getting hot watching this molesting of my wife. But she seemed oblivious. Somehow, one of the males untied her loincloth and the sheer white small piece of cloth was left on the floor while his and her bodies rolled on. The teacher dutifully picked the loincloth, shouted "don't stop" and kept it aside. Now my gorgeous wife, naked save for a sheer thing panty was rolling on the mat covered floor with five different virile looking men. And she was enjoying every moment of it. When the next man took his position on top of her, somehow his uncut, black cock, flung out of his loincloth and hit her on the face. This was an interesting turning point in the dance and I could see all other males adjusting and rubbing their cocks through their loincloths. When my wife didn't protest and continued the rolling, another man completely removed his loincloth before doing his part with her. It was erotic like hell to see my wife rolling with a strange man's cock brushing against her mouth. This time I could clearly see a long string of precum dangling ominously from the man's thick, hard and veiny cock. "Wipe that thing off Radha it looks too vulgar," shouted the teacher, slowly fondling his own cock from the top of his loincloth. Radha obliged and wiped that string of precum from the man's cock. Now the teacher stopped the movement and made my wife stand up. Behind them one by one, all other students took off their loincloths and I could see their heavy cocks being stroked and rubbed in anticipation of some cock friction. My wife, dazed from so much turning and rolling, staggered on her feet fell in the arms of the faggoty teacher who hugged her protectively. He was slowly massaging her back and in between I could glimpse my wife's breasts being crushed by his heavy chest. "Now, you must sit down and pray to Krishna while all the Krishnas dance around you." He said and pushed her down to a sitting position. The old man, who was thoroughly enjoying the mauling of my wife was the first one to approach as all other formed a semi circle around her. He danced close to her, his cock, the ugliest, knobbly and gnarled cock, dangled just inches from her lips. My wife folded her hands and mumbled some prayer. As she was mouthing something, oldman's cock brushed across her lips, leaving a trail of precum. She licked it, and then the cock rubbed on her lips again, forcing its way in. My wife was in an obvious state of arousal and this time she engulfed the old man's cock in her mouth and leaving all pretense of dance started sucking his ugly cock with all her worth. Das, not to be left behind, pushed the old man and forced his big black uncut cock in her mouth. And she started sucking again. The teacher, now completed naked, walked around and sat back to back with my wife. "To help Radha, I will play the role of another gopi," he said and motioned the old man to him. Old man approached him and stuck his fat cock in the faggot teacher's mouth. Thus started a sucking sequence. First my wife gave a quick blow to one cock and then the teacher sucked that cock and the men moved around like musical chairs. Finally fed up with all the foreplay, the old man pulled my wife out and lay her straight on the floor. In one strong gesture, he ripped her sheer panties apart and shoved his massive ugly erection in the folds of her sweet pink hairy pussy. He fucked her like an animal and soon was grunting like a pig. As he rammed his cock in her one last time, his ass clinched and I knew he was cumming inside my innocent wife's fertile pussy. As he pulled his deflated cock from her well-fucked pussy, the teacher moved in and sucked all his cum straight from my wife's messy pussy. She was having orgasm after orgasm all through her fucking. Once her pussy was sucked clean, another Indian man climbed on top of her and fucked her senseless. One after another all five men fucked her relentlessly each dumped two loads in her pussy. After all the men were exhausted, the faggot teacher got up and inserted his cock in my wife's pussy and in a few strokes grunted and added his faggoty load in my lovely wife's lovely fucked up pussy. Lying up there I was exasperated. There was a large wet spot in front of my trousers. I got up and climbed down. I rang the doorbell and one of the men who had just fucked my wife's plump pussy opened the door to let me in. "Yes?" he asked. "I am Radha's husband," I said without realizing that I had used the name of the role she had played not her real name. He looked a bit startled but then he looked at the wet spot in front of my pants and understanding that I knew, he smiled a knowing smile. "Oh, I see, come in," he said and led me to the hall where most of the men lay sprawled and my wife, completely exhausted, was licking the faggot teacher's uncut black sausage. She looked at me but continued nibbling at the faggot cock in her mouth. The gay teacher, looked at me, my spot and asked me to lie down next to him. As I complied, he unzipped my pants and hauled my half-hard cock with precum drooling like a faucet...he licked his lips and engulfed my cock in his ugly mouth. I came violently within a few minutes and he swallowed all my sperm. Just as I was thinking everything was over, Das shoved his cock down my throat and after a few sucks spewed his bitter and tangy sperm in my mouth. I saw all of them looking at me with their cocks in their hands and kneeled down to suck all of my wife's lovers and fuckers. Once I had sucked the last of the cocks clean, I sucked the faggot teachers cock which was the most delicious and then my wife beckoned me towards her messy pussy...oh if I could suck the cum directly from the sources, why should I have had any inhibitions to sucking their lovely creamy Indian cum from my wife's pussy which they had just recently pounded with their black thick uncut gooey cocks? So I moved in close to her pussy inhaled the lovely aroma of their sperm and started licking the cum out. Just when we were dressed and ready to leave, the faggot teacher called loudly: "Radha, please come two hours early for next class, I am going to combine my other three classes of Indian males and we will practice ras-leela again." I knew what I was going to do... The End.