Wine, blue film, my wife and Santosh, my colleague from Odissa
By Bhuralund@gmail.com

Last time we were having sex I realized my wife was crying. I was
alarmed...never in our 15 years of marriage had this happened.

"What's wrong darling?" I asked her and she just shook her head,
"nothing."

But I knew better than to believe her. When a woman says it's nothing,
it's probably a big thing already. So I coaxed her on to open up.

After constant and insistent urging from me, she finally retorted,
"You just don't love me. All you want to do is relieve yourself
without ever thinking of my enjoyment."

I was aghast. All I wanted was to pleasure her...so many times, most of
the times in fact...I withheld myself from orgasming before her so that
to make her cum first. But usually I could just not make her cum with
my cock alone. Only my manipulating her clit with my fingers could I
make her cum. If ever (and there were many times) I cum first, she
would just stop me from touching her pussy at all. She would usually
just say its alright and I too, happy in my post orgasmic bliss, would
conveniently stop, flip over and fall asleep leaving my load in her
pussy.

So when finally she complained, it was like a warning.

I had to make her feel that I was in love with her and wanted nothing
else than to make her enjoy sex.

But for the next two weeks there was no sex. I was too ashamed to
insist and each time I tried to initiate, she brushed me off.
Headache, that time of the month, stomach cramps, too tired...I was only
hearing these excuses.

I shared this with a colleague of mine from work. He and I are very
close to each other and talk about all things personal. Although
Santosh is almost 50 he is still a bachelor. He is from Orissa and
often brought souvenirs from Bhubaneshwar each time he went for his
annual holidays. Finally I couldn't take the home situation any more
and told him.

He sighed and said this is what happens after 15 years of being
married to the same person and that was the reason why he never
contemplated marriage. Anyway, he said I needed to perk things up
myself and to prepare a romantic setting to woo my wife like I used to
in our initial years together.

"Perhaps, if she likes, you two can see a blue film together," he
added with a wink. I winked back and told him it was not possible
because 1) I didn't think she would appreciate, and 2) in any case I
wouldn't know where to get a good one from.

"I can loan you one," he said with a knowing smile.

So the next day, which was also Friday, he handed me a brown envelope
which was carrying the material that would arouse my wife's sexual
urges. To top it all, I bought a few bottles of good wine to loosen up
her inhibitions. I also packed some Italian food.

It is just convenient that both our children - 11 and 13 - were in
boarding school leaving us a lot of time and privacy. No worries about
watching a blue film right in the living room (we do not keep TV in
our bedroom as per feng shui suggestions).

I lit some aromatherapy candles when she was having a shower and
prepared the glasses and the bottle. When she came out of the bedroom,
she was indeed pleasantly surprised and asked me what was the occasion
for the celebration.

"Just to celebrate you, darling," I said and planted a long and deep
kiss on her lips. There was a little hesitation from her side and she
didn't respond properly. She was wearing a nightie that barely covers
her thighs and she looked sexy as hell in the dim lights.

I poured the wine in two glasses and handed her one to toast to her
beauty. She looked demure but still reluctant. We drank and ate in
silence. I wasted no time in refilling her glass at every given
opportunity and in no time, I don't know about her, but I was not
feeling any pain. Wine always gets me drunk faster than beer and other
alcohol and this time was no exception. She too was looking a bit
flushed.

By the time we finished dinner, we had already finished two bottles of
red wine.

Let's watch something naughty, I said and led her to the living room
couch. As I was opening the brown paper bag, she asked me what is it?

"Oh, nothing, Santosh gave it to me," I answered, fumbling with
unsteady fingers to open the CD cover. It had no cover or descriptions
and looked like it was copied from another CD...I slid the CD in the
player and ambled back to the couch and took another sip from a newly
topped glass, filled this time by my wife. I hit the play button and
the screen came alive.

It was apparently a movie about a decent housewife who is driving to
pick her husband from airport and her car breaks down on the highway
near a petrol pump. Three mechanics dressed in greasy clothes work on
her car as she waits patiently. And soon enough, the three mechanics
maul her...initially to her shock and later to her enjoyment as she
actively participates in the activities and swallows their potent cum
and lets them fuck her bareback in her pussy.

My wife's face was distorted in disgust at first and slowly I could
see the colour return to her cheeks and her breasts moving up and down
in quick breaths - a sign of her arousal. I could see her nipples
harden and perk up and I could see that she was slowly squirming,
probably because of the tingling in her pussy - unused for the last
few weeks.

It should have excited me but the wine was having an adverse effect on
me and I was feeling more and more drowsy. I was almost dozing off in
between scenes and suddenly woke up when my wife handed me another
glass of wine. I should have said no but she was not paying any
attention to me and probably had not even noticed that I was dozing
off. I gobbled the entire glass in one go and slumped further down on
the couch. I only heard a distant ringing of my mobile phone some time
later but was too lazy to pick it up.

I heard my wife's voice answering the phone. She also sounded very
angry to whoever was calling. I dozed off and woke up only when I
heard the shrill sound of the door bell. Again I heard a voice but was
too drunk to recognize. Soon, I felt someone tap on my shoulder and
speak to me loudly. I opened my eyes to see Santosh, kneeling down on
the carpet trying to wake me up from my wine-induced slumber. My wife,
standing nearby, suddenly splashed some water on my face and that
startled me to full senses.

Oh no, disaster. Santosh called on my mobile to ask if things were
going as planned because apparently he felt he had given me the wrong
CD for a woman to see the first time and wanted to tell me to not play
it as it could be a bit too much for Ruchi, my wife. When my wife
picked up the phone, she shouted at him to give such a CD to me and to
corrupting my mind, and asked him to come instantly to take it back.

Anyway, with Santosh in my house, Ruchi was a bit calmer now. Santosh,
a bit upset with all that asked her for a drink. She got him a glass
of wine and almost thrust it in his hands, splashing almost all the
wine on his clothes. "Now the two of you can get drunk together and
watch this perverted movie," she scowled. But as she realized that the
wine had splashed all over Santosh, she looked a bit guilty and on the
spur of the moment grabbed some tissue and started mopping the front
of his t-shirt as well as the jeans.

The wine had wet the entire crotch area of his jeans. And as Ruchi
rubbed the tissue on the hard denim, bits of paper clung to his jeans.
The fact that it was dark blue denim only made the tissue bits stand
out and look utterly ugly.

"Oh, no, I am so sorry Santosh," she apologized as she continued to
wipe. It was a sight to behold. She, wearing her sexy short nightie,
sitting on her knees, wiping Santosh's crotch with her dainty hands.
Santosh is a bit fat, and his paunch hangs loose over his belt, so a
few times, my wife actually held his bulging belly up with one hand
and wiped the crotch tenderly. It went on for a while and when she
thought it was done, she got up and inspected the wet spot.

"Oh no, I am so so so so sorry," she slurred again, "I don't know if
you can go back in this condition." She hurried to the kitchen and
returned with a wet cloth and started rubbing Santosh's crotch again,
removing the tissue bits.

All this while Santosh was standing there like a statue his bulky 6-
foot frame steady on his two wide-spread thick legs. I was laying on
the couch in such a position and to him I might appear asleep but just
from the slits of my eyes I could see everything. My wife could not
have seen me at all as her back was towards me when she sat down. When
Ruchi went to the kitchen, Santosh caressed his hidden cock with his
thick fingers and readjusted the huge bulge so that it was now aligned
upwards along the zipper of his jeans.

This time when my wife rubbed, she could surely feel Santosh's hard
cock through the jeans.

"What should I do," my wife asked, "I am so stupid." She was
absentmindedly stroking Santosh's cock.

"It's alright. Maybe I can change into something and let the jeans
dry," volunteered Santosh. She brightened at the suggestion and went
to fetch a towel.

"Here, use the towel while I hang it to dry."

Santosh unbuckled his jeans slowly and peeled them down. He had to
remove his shoes to get the jeans off. As he stood up, I saw his white
boxer shorts, tented obscenely in the front. My wife noticed it too
and sat down just inches away from his cock, wavering from inside the
boxers. The outline of his thick snake like cock visible under the
thin fabric transparent from the wetness.

"Oh no, your underwear is also wet. Why don't you taken them off as
well and I can dry both together."

Santosh wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the
boxers. The towel was hardly large enough to cover him. The cock
peeked from the parting in front and my wife gasped. The uncut cock
was at least eight inches long and nearly three inches thick. The
foreskin at the tip was glistening with precum. A large drop formed
and dangled from a thick strand of precum.

"Some wine has gone inside too," my wife said and scooped the precum
with her bare hand. She had lust flashing in her drowsy eyes. She was
so close to Santosh menacing black cock that it would have gone
straight to her mouth if it was open. She inhales Santosh's sweaty
manly musk and her nostrils flared.

She slowly touched the loose foreskin at the end of his cock and
rubbed it between her fingers. Another large drop of precum flowed
from his cock landed on my wife's thigh.

"Sorry," said Santosh as he sat down to clean his precum from her bare
thigh. As he sat down with his legs spread apart, the towel opened up
completely revealing the thickest pubic hair and the entire length of
his beer-bottle like cock and hair balls hanging loose like a pair of
pears. With the movement the cock jerked and a loose string of precum
sprang and landed on Ruchi's lips. She licked it clean with her
tongue.

"There is some more wine here, can you please clean it too," Santosh
said pointing to his cock which was now drooling precum nonstop. He
stood up and aligned his cock just a cm from my wife's half open
mouth.

She squeezed the base of his cock and positioned it just above her
bend face. The precum trickled straight inside her mouth like water
from tap. She swallowed it.

"Quick, quick, there's some more," said Santosh and without any
encouragement pushed his throbbing cock in my wife's parted mouth. My
wife suckled on it like a baby and slowly started sucking it up and
down. "Hmmm..." was the only sound I could hear as the glistening cock
slid in and out of her mouth.

I was laying dumbstruck watching my wife give a blowjob to my unfit
and ugly colleague. She had never even sucked my cock in all 15 years
of marriage and here she was sucking this ugly, black uncut thick cock
like a baby on a pacifier.

Santosh was drinking wine from my glass and enjoying every moment of
this unexpected pleasure his huge belly heaving with every thrust of
his cock going in my wife's mouth. He had thrown the towel off and was
now removing his t-shirt. My five-inch cock was now hard and painful.

Suddenly my wife stopped and turned around to look at me. She leaned
over towards me. She was on all fours and her panty clad pussy must be
clearly visible to Santosh whose black python was still jerking in the
air without my wife's sweet mouth servicing it like a pussy.

She started whispering nonsense into my ears. Her eyes were closed and
her cheek rubbing my cheek. Santosh moved forward her pushed his cock
to Ruchi's mouth. His hairy balls rested on my chin and his cock
rubbed my cheek each time he pushed it in her mouth. Once the tip of
his cock even went inside my mouth and they paused looking at each
other. He smiled and pushed the rest of his cock inside my mouth as my
wife worked her hand through my underwear to grasp my hard cock.

I squirmed but couldn't take out his cock from my mouth. He started
pistoning the cock in and out of my mouth with force. My wife
positioned herself over the arm of the sofa so that her pussy was
directly over my face. With one hand she guided Santosh's monster cock
in her well lubed pussy. With one thrust half the cock went inside.
She screamed in pain and ecstasy. While his cock was inside her pussy
his smelly hairy balls rested on my nose and I involuntarily licked
his balls. They tasted of sweat, urine but I continued licking the
balls and he fucked my wife's pussy with a fury.

He was going in all the way and pulling out completely. My wife was
uttering words she had never said before.

Once or twice Santosh pulled out his cock and pushed it in my mouth
and I could taste his salty precum mixed with my wife's cunt juice.
Some of his hair were stuck in my mouth too.

And then without a warning, he blasted his load of cum in my wife's
hairy pussy. Half way through cumming he took his cock out and filled
my mouth with the last shots of his load sending his sperm straight
into my belly.

My wife fingered herself to a blasting orgasm and collapsed on my face
burying her pussy straight on mouth as slowly all Santos's sperm
glided inside my mouth. I started licking her well fucked pussy and
she climaxed again.

Santosh left shortly thereafter and my wife left in the living room to
sleep alone in the bedroom. Next day it was like nothing happened at
all.

On Monday, when I met Santosh in office, he also behaved like nothing
happened. Till I bumped into him in the toilet.

"Come, I show you something," he said as he opened a video file on his
mobile - there she was my wife sucking his gigantic black cock and
getting fucked raw in the pussy.

"Nice, right?" I was speechless. Then he pushed me toward one of the
toilet cubicles...and pushed me down to my knees and unzipped his
trousers. His giant smelly uncut thick cock dangled in front of my
face.

"Suck me cocksucker," he commanded and I immediately got to work on
his cock till he rewarded me with a fresh load of his thick potent
sperm.

The End.