James' Joy ride: James Dreams Come True
I looked impatiently at my watch for the hundredth time. Time seemed to be moving interminably slowly.
I was waiting to meet my chat couple friends, Sushma and Manoj. We had been chatting for about a month. We decided to meet at this restaurant for dinner and decide whether to go for 3 sum or not; it would all depend on Sushma’s reaction.
I told them that I had booked a table near the window and I would be wearing a Blue shirt and grey trousers. I am from Imphal, so my eyes and features are different, and they should have no problem in spotting me. I began to wonder if it was a good move. I was in no position to know who they were, but they can easily spot me, and suppose Sushma or Manoj developed cold feet in the last minute after seeing me?
I was watching activity across the street from the Glass window when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“James?” I jumped a foot and scrambled to my feet.
There they were, Sushma and Manoj.
“Yes. How are you, Manoj? Namaste Babhi,” I greeted them.
Sushma was absolutely fabulous. She was clad decently in a Parrot green saree and matching blouse, thick tresses of jet black hair were cascading on her shoulders and resting high on her firm and melon sized boob. She was ravishing and looked absolutely innocent… until you looked into her eyes. Those large eyes, black as coal, sparkled with naughtiness and mischief.
Is she the same lady who told me that she loves flashing her boobs to sales persons in Malls while trying on dresses? Was she teasing me when she said that she loved to go out in miniskirts without panties and flash shaved cunt? She looked too innocent to be the temptress fucking everything that moved before her marriage to Manoj.
Manoj laughed and slapped me on my shoulder and said,” Come on, James, you are acting as if you have seen a ghost.”
I also laughed and said, “Manoj, you are so lucky. If Ghosts are as ravishing and as sexy, I wouldn’t mind dying and sleeping in their embrace.”
Sushma also laughed, showing perfect pearl-like teeth, and said teasingly, “James, I hope it is a compliment.” She had a beautiful, deep dimple on her left cheek.
I pulled a chair for Sushma, and after she was seated, I sat opposite them. I looked at Manoj curiously. He was tall, well-built, and reasonably handsome. They were married about a year ago. It was obvious that he was madly in love with her.
She smiled naughtily at me, allowing her pallu to dislodge, and waited for me to feast my eyes on her swelling boobs and cleavage before rearranging.
While I chatted with them easily about all topics and ordering drinks and snacks, my thoughts went back to how I happened to be here…
………………………………….After I joined the MNC in Kolkata, it took me some time to adjust. I missed my family terribly, and they could not join me since it would disrupt the kids’ studies. My wife, of late, lost all interest in fucking. Hectic schedules, kids' schooling, and household work were tiring her.
But even before kids were born, she had a marginal interest in fucking. She is deeply religious and feels the purpose of fucking is only to produce kids, and then it has no relevance.
But I am very, very horny. I always want to fuck. I have rugged, yet innocent looks which appeal to women. I did not have to struggle too much to find willing cunts and asses. I was seduced first by my Mother’s sister when I was sixteen, and then I never looked back.
I fucked all my cousins, aunts, and neighbor ladies. But one thing I never did was to go to prostitutes. I suffered from a mental block; unless there was some feeling of attraction, passion, or liking for a lady, I could not fuck. I am willing to spend money on giving expensive gifts to the ladies I fuck, but I cannot pay for fucking.
In Kolkata, I was at a disadvantage. Though I am fucking some of my colleagues, the landlord’s wife and daughter, I was missing fucking a real hot woman.
One day, I saw a friend's invitation from Sushma in my email, and I accepted.
After a few days of innocent chat, she asked me, “Is the profile pic yours?”
I said, yes.
“I like you. You are cute,” she said. Then I thought I should proceed.
“How is your sex life?” I asked her.
She remained silent. After a few minutes, I apologized if I had hurt her.
“No, it is OK, I was suddenly thinking of something…,” and then she told me her mind-blowing story.
It seems she lost her virginity to her cousin when she went to her uncle’s village when she was sixteen. By the time she returned home after vacations, she had been fucked countless times by her uncle, cousins, their friends, and relatives.
Her Aunt was also actively involved and was fucked by her sons, sons-in-law. She taught her many tricks and techniques in fucking (cunt and anal), cock sucking, and multiple entry.
By the time she returned home, she was hopelessly addicted to fucking and seduced her brothers, neighbor boys. She was brilliant in her studies, and her father caught her fucking with many boys and got her married to Manoj within a month.
In Engineering, she had to complete only one semester. Her father refused to wait for even a day. So after marriage, she completed her graduation and graduated with distinction. It seems that before exams, she needed to be fucked 3, 4 times, and then she could do very well in exams. She called her brothers from the village on the eve of exams. On normal days, Milk man, neighbor teenage boys, and uncles fuck her.
“Manoj doesn’t know? He doesn’t suspect?” I asked.
“No. I am a very gifted actress. Even on the wedding night, I cried and acted so well that his cock was hurting me, he still keeps apologizing for being rough,” she typed.
“You are getting all the fucking you need from everywhere. But how do you ensure your fuckers keep their mouths shut? They can blackmail you.” I asked her. I knew I was quite close to fucking this wild lady, but I had to move cautiously.
“No one wants to kill a goose laying golden eggs. Listen, I need your help,” she said.
My heart began to beat fast. Here comes, I thought.
“You are getting all the fucking you need, still, I will be honoured to fuck you,” I told boldly.
“Idiot. I want to fuck you also, but only after you help me achieve my goal,” she typed.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I am getting tired of getting fucked while watching my back. Manoj might catch me sometime. My luck may run out. So, I wanted to involve him in 3 sums and 4 sums,” she typed.
“Great. Then let us have 3 sum,” I told her.
“He is very conservative and orthodox. With great difficulty, I managed to let him fuck me while watching porn movies. Slowly, I started brainwashing about 3 sums and 4 sums as if I wanted to see him fucking many cunts. Now he also says he fantasizes about many cocks fucking me in all holes,” she said.
“Wooow. So what is the problem? Let us have 3 sum.” I typed happily.
“He is worried about blackmail and harassment. He asks how we can stop those men pestering me when he goes to the office,” she said.
“Go for 4 sums,” I advised.
“He is shy,” she replied.
“So how can I help you achieve your goal?” I asked, puzzled.
“Manoj stayed in the North-Eastern states in his childhood. He says people of that area are very innocent, honest, and are free from feelings of deceit, jealousy, and cunning. I think he might react positively if we plan a 3-sum with you. You said you are from Imphal, right?” she typed.
“Yes. So how do we go about it?” I asked her.
“You put a message, 'Need a horny couple for 3 sum, ' below your profile pic. I will show him and ask him to get in touch with you. But don’t be hasty. I will guide you on how to proceed. Slowly win his confidence, and we will have 3 sum” she typed.
That was how it started……and led to this meeting…..……and with another couple tomorrow.
When I was chatting with Manoj, I hit another unexpected jackpot.
One Murali pinged me,” James, do you seriously think a couple will invite you for 3 sum? Are you married?”
I replied, “Yes. Once we begin chatting, I am sure they will feel comfortable.”
Murali typed, “ I don’t think so. I tell you why. They will ask you if you are married. When you say yes, they will ask you to get a stud and have 3 sum. You want to keep your wife under lock and key, but want to fuck other people’s wives?”
I replied, “ I am married and have 2 kids. I would love to do what you suggested, but my wife has little interest in sex. She feels the purpose of sex is to have kids, and after kids, it is not necessary. I am very horny, so I am looking for 3 sums.”
There was silence. I thought Murali had left. After a few minutes, he came on.
“Is it true? You are horny, and your wife has no interest in fucking?” he asked.
I replied “Yes”.
He typed, “See the irony, my wife wants to be fucked all the time, and I have a very small cock and cannot satisfy her.”
I asked, “Ohhh. Sorry for that. Is she fucking behind your back?”
Murali typed “No. She keeps yelling and shouting at me all the time. I told her I will get her fucked by many men, but I am at a loss as to how to proceed.”
I said” Yes. I know. You are afraid that once you introduce strange men, they will pester your wife to no end.”
He said, “Precisely. I was looking for messages like yours. You are not a local, and we will continue chatting, and when I gain confidence, I will tell my wife, Jaya.”
I asked, “Where are you from?”
Murali typed “Hyderabad.”
Over the next few days, he told me that he fantasizes about others fucking her and his wife giving him the choicest abuses. He said that while he licks her cunt for a long time, she reaches orgasm while she shouts at him, giving maa, behen abuses.
After a few days, he asked for my mobile number. He called me.
He had the unique Telugu accent. After a few minutes, he asked me for role play.
We started, I started voicing my fantasy. I enter his house and find his wife, Jaya, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She didn’t wrap the towel above her boobs, but it was wrapped around her waist like men do, exposing her splendid melon-sized boobs.
“Mmmm. How is her hair?” Murali asked huskily.
“Wet. She shampooed her lustrous hair and is in fact gently drying her hair with a towel, the movement is causing her tits to jump seductively.” I was also getting a hard-on.
“What does she do when she sees you? Where am I?” Murali asked.
“She smiles and comes and shakes my hand and says,” Welcome, James, I am Jaya,” and shouts at you, “You Mother fucker, bring Tea and snacks fast, don’t just stand there,” I tell him.
“Mmm. Man, you are one tease. Then?” he asked.
“She takes me to the sofa, sits, and unzips my pants and takes out my hard, pulsating cock and kisses it and begins to suck, I start squeezing her tits and pinching her long nipples,” I said dreamily and started playing with my erect dick.
“She is still dressed in that towel?” Murali whispered.
“ No, I pulled it off, and she undressed me. We are now on your settee, in 69 position. I spread her cunt lips and am lapping all the juices flowing from her cunt, and she is expertly licking and sucking my cock, she is licking my balls. … and you bring Tea and biscuits and cough softly,” I said as if hypnotizing him.
“Mmmm. I am sure she must have shouted at me,” he was clearly very excited.
“Yes, she shouts at you, calling you mother and sister fucker, don’t you know we are busy? The more she is shouting at you, the more her cunt is flowing, and I am unable to keep up lapping her torrential flow. Suddenly, she arches her back and shouts, and with her buttocks and thighs shivering, lets go a jet like fountain and collapses on me.” I realized I was pumping faster as I was reliving this drama.
“Now you will fuck her?” he asked.
“I get up, pull her roughly to the edge, spread her legs, and push my cock in one stroke. It goes as easily as a hot knife in butter. Now I am fucking her nicely, in and out ……” I suddenly realized that I was not imagining the soft moans of a lady in the background.
Murali has switched on the speaker so that Jaya can listen!!!!!!
I suddenly said, “Jaya babhi, hope you are enjoying the fucking as much as I.”
There was a gasp and then a throaty and sexy laughter. “James, you are smart. Do you fuck as well as you narrate?”
“Better,” I told her. Jaya had a very sexy voice.
“Mmmmm. Come over and fuck me while this Mother fucker is watching,” she invited me.
“Sure. Jaya, is he really a Mother fucker?” I asked her.
She laughed, “ Goodness no, He can’t fuck a juicy cunt like mine, how can he get his finger like dick up to fuck his mother?”
So, we arranged to meet next Sunday………..
………………………….Since Sushma trained me about Manoj’s likes and dislikes, I impressed him well. I refused to chat with Sushma alone and chatted with them when they were together. He was quite impressed, and we arranged to meet here.
We hit off very well. We were laughing and joking merrily. I moved my foot and brushed against Sushma’s. While chatting normally, she pushed my foot with her foot until it reached her thighs. I needed no further invitation, I pushed my toe in her pouring cunt and rubbed. She was not wearing pants.
The restaurant was sparsely crowded.
Manoj looked at Sushma and asked her, “What do you think? Does he pass muster?”
Sushma smiled seductively, “I think he is irresistible. If you are OK with him, I think he is our man.”
Manoj was silent for a few minutes and said, “So, the next important question. Where do we go?”
I told them that I knew a few good hotels.
Sushma was firm, “No hotels. I am afraid they have many hidden cameras.”
“I could take you to my flat, but I am sharing with others,” I said apologetically.
“Let us go to our home,” Sushma said with conviction.
“Darling, it may not be a good idea,” Manoj protested.
“I promise you that not only will I not visit your home when you are not there, but I also will not even call you. I will wait for your invitation,” I said earnestly. My sincerity and honesty were apparent.
So we went to their home.
When I was seated in the hall, they went in and changed into comfortable clothes and returned. Manoj wore shorts and a vest, Sushma wore a flimsy top, and her melon-sized tits with pink nipples were hazily visible and… a short skirt. I knew she didn’t wear panties.
They were seated opposite me, and Sushma switched on the TV.
“James, are you in the mood to watch a hot movie?” she asked as she switched on a program.
“We are all adults,” Manoj said.
I smiled and said, “ I am in the mood to do several other naughty things.”
A 4-sum porn movie started playing. A plump lady with massive boobs was riding a black man’s massive cock. Suddenly, the door opens, and her husband walks in. The lady is flustered and tries to get up. Hubby says it is OK and gets undressed and pushes his cock in her mouth.
Sushma started squeezing her tit and sat in Manoj’s lap and kissed him. I was watching silently. He sucked her tits for a while as she hitched her skirt up and showed me her beautiful buttocks and dripping cunt.
As she went on her knees to suck his cock, Manoj called me, “James, why are you sitting there? Come over here, see how Sushma sucks a cock, it is better than any you see in movies. “ I got up and sat beside him. My cock was straining in my pants.
I gaped at Sushma. He was not joking. She had a marvelous technique. Best was that she was not closing her eyes like many women. She was looking into the eyes al the entire time as she licked the entire length of the shaft, kissed and sucked balls, and lightly bit them. I thought Manoj would explode the way he was moaning and grunting….
Then she started sucking. She looked at me and patted my erection and pulled my cock from my pants.
Manoj said, “Darling, don’t you think you are forgetting your duty towards a guest?”
Sushma left her husband’s cock and stood up, took off her top and skirt.
My God, she was as beautiful as Venus. Marble-like smooth, glowing skin, well-rounded, fabulous tits, deep navel, and well fucked cunt, and prominent mound. She undressed me and started sucking me after allowing me to play and suck her tits.
As she was sucking, Manoj went behind and started fucking her juicy cunt. This was Manoj’s first 3-sum. For Sushma, this was maybe a thousandth.
From time to time, I would bend and whisper in her ear, “ Sush, slow down, this is supposed to be your first 3 sum.” She would come into this world and act as a shy housewife.
After Manoj filled her cunt we shifted to the bedroom, and I fucked her in all positions. Manoj was getting excited seeing his wife’s cunt pounded by my cock from close quarters. First day, I was quite alert and kept pinching her whenever she was about to explode like a whore. The whole night we fucked her alternately.
After Manoj slept, I fucked her in the ass.
The next morning, I took their leave. Both of them thanked profusely as if I did them a favour……………………………………………………
……………………………………………………………….The next day, I was knocking on the door of Murali and Jaya.
My jaw dropped when I saw Jaya. She would have made Monica Bellucci and Mallika Sherawat envious. Such were her fabulous boobs, thin waist, and curves in all the right places. She wore a light blue, transparent saree so low that her cunt hair would have been visible if she didn’t shave. A sleeveless blouse, cut so deep it was dangerously close to popping out tits. If she bent carelessly or suddenly boobs were bound to slip out.
She came and hugged me tight, pressed her soft, yet firm boobs on my chest, and kissed me.
“Welcome, James.” She looked into my eyes as she kissed me. Murali led me to the sofa. She sat in my lap, and as I squeezed and played with her tits and nipples, Murali brought us Tea, snacks, and refreshments.
Initially, I felt a little embarrassed to suck tits while fingering my wife’s cunt as she showered choicest abuses on my husband. Slowly, I realized that both were getting turned on and enjoying immensely.
After refreshments, we went into their bedroom, and the exotic fucking of Jaya was something I had never experienced before.
When I licked her juicy cunt, she kept pouring and pouring. My neck began to strain as she discharged liquid nonstop. I thought she reached orgasm when she shouted out loud, tensed her muscles, and poured. When I was about to get up, she would push my head back onto her cunt and lift her buttocks and clamp cunt on my mouth.
And all the time, she would abuse her husband.
“You, utterly useless dog, see and learn how to lick, see how he is licking all walls and clit……mmmmm…ahhhhhhh…Murali, you useless bastard….see how he is pinching nipples when he is licking….I told you a thousand times… come give a hand to James.. you can’t fuck, at least squeeze my tits..” she would shout between moans of pleasure.
Finally, when she was satiated, and I left her cunt and got up, I stared in disbelief at the bed sheet under her cunt. There was a pool of juice deposited, like wads of sperm.
She screamed at her husband,” You fool, you have to be told everything? Lick every drop of juice on the bed sheet and lick my cunt clean,” and she gestured for me to come near her, kissed and licked all traces of her juice from my lips, chin, and mouth.
“You must be tired, lie on your back,” she told me, and impaled my cock in her wet cunt and started jumping. The sheer pleasure and ecstasy on her face was a treat to watch. I kept squeezing and kneading her tits. We changed many positions, and finally I filled her cunt when fucking in doggy.
As we collapsed, out of breath and sweating, she did something that shocked me.
She hugged, kissed Murali, and told him, “Darling, I love you. You are so good and generous”. But that lasted only till the next round.
Once she was aroused, she abused him, but he liked it immensely. That night I fucked her 4 times……..
I opened the floodgates for both couples. Next weekend, when I went to Sushma and Manoj’s house, after being invited, the room was full. There were 4 couples and a few teenagers.
Sushma later told me Manoj was a transformed man after our 3 sum. He enjoyed watching my cock coming out of her wet cunt, and the sounds our crotches were making, which he wanted to see all the time cocks fucking her cunt.
On my third trip, I fucked her in the ass, and Manoj was almost in tears as if his beloved wife was going into an operating theater for a major surgery. She made usual cries of pain and then yells of joy, much to his relief. For six months, we had many fantastic fucking adventures. Once we fucked her in the fields as a train was passing by. She gave many blow jobs in movie theaters or while going on car rides.
After six months, Manoj was transferred to Bangalore, but they are constantly in touch. Their sex life is going great guns.
But I am regularly fucking Jaya, unlike Sushma. Jaya was content and happy with my cock and fucking.
But I never visited their homes when husbands were not there or uninvited, even when ladies wanted me to fuck them. I think Manoj was right, honesty, sincerity are ingrained into my soul…………………
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