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.