He wouldn't stop texting me. No matter how little interest I showed. At first, I'd responded with as few words as possible. Then I stopped responding at all. But he kept texting.

Raj was a beautiful, older Indian man with a broad chest, square jaw, and a gorgeous big brown cock.

Unfortunately, he also had a wife. I had impulsively fucked him in the back of his shop with another woman I barely knew. That should have been the end of it. I wasn't about to start an ongoing thing with a married man. I must have been stuck in the afterglow when I decided it was OK to exchange numbers. At the time it seemed possible I might need a second stuffing from that giant dick.

But the incessant texts had quickly changed my mind. Plus, I was getting plenty of cock at home. I'd been in a semi-committed relationship for a few months. Of course, I'd been in the same relationship the first time I fucked Raj and a married soccer mom named Wendy. But it was in the heat of the moment. I hadn't planned to step out on my man. It just happened. Al didn't have Raj's gargantuan dong, but he still had a nice piece of meat and a body chiseled out of stone. He was great in the sack. More importantly, he was at my beck and call. And he was eager to please.

I didn't live with Al. I was nowhere near making that serious of a commitment. But he had a key to my place and I let him come over whenever he got the urge to stuff my pussy. I didn't want to marry the guy. I didn't even love him. But I liked having a handsome date for work functions. And I liked having dick-on-demand.

It had been close to a month since I first met Raj before he finally sent a text that piqued my interest.

"My wife has a fantasy about being with another woman. I've always forbidden it. But I would like her to be with you."

I quickly responded and asked if she'd been with another woman in the past. He told me that she had only fooled around like a schoolgirl. Mostly kissing and clothed breast play.

"I would like to watch you with her," he texted.

I contemplated the offer. Before I responded he texted a picture. His wife, Nina, was a gorgeous Indian woman. She was dressed traditionally, but I could see she had a great figure. She was younger than Raj. I guessed she was in her early 30s. And she had beautiful wavy black hair that came past her breasts and gorgeous almond-shaped eyes. I knew I wanted her.

"I won't let you watch," I texted back. "Not if it's her first time. I want her to be comfortable."

He responded that he was certain she would be more comfortable if he was involved.

"This isn't negotiable," I texted. "She comes alone or not at all."

"And if you like it?" he wrote. "Will you do it again and let me watch?"

"No promises," is all I wrote back.

"This is unfair," he wrote. "We can find another woman."

"OK," I answered.

I wasn't going to let him control the situation. I felt like he would give in to what I wanted. Almost 20 minutes passed before he sent another text and accepted my conditions.

We made plans via text. Nina helped him run his shop during the day. Plus, I had a full-time job that kept me busy. I spent most of my weekends with Al and didn't feel a need to change that. So we decided she should come over one evening after work.

I have to admit, the entire situation filled me with anxiety. Not because I was scared. But the anticipation almost killed me. I'd never been on a blind date, but I imagined the sensation was similar. I had butterflies in my stomach. I fretted over what to wear for a woman who was coming to my place to fuck. If I dressed too conservatively, would she immediately be let down and think I wasn't right for her? But if I dressed slutty, would she be intimidated or even disgusted and judgmental? Should I wear my hair up or down? Or in a casual ponytail?

And what if I wasn't even her type? Nina was tall and athletic-looking with a great body. I'm about 5'5" with Double-D tits and a little extra baby fat on my tummy and ass. I didn't have a problem meeting people who were into me. But what if she was expecting something different, like a long, lean girl with high breasts and a tiny waist?

In the end, I decided to split the difference. I put on an outfit I'd be comfortable wearing to a work party, but not to the office. I dressed in a knee-length leather skirt with dark stocking and heels. With it I wore a black blazer and a white, ribbed sweater that buttoned down the front and showed off my tits and cleavage. My dark hair was down and I wore a choker necklace made of black satin with lace trim. I decided to go sexy with my underwear. After all, if she stayed long enough to get my clothes off, she probably wasn't leaving.

My bra was deep purple satin with black lace trim. My boy-cut panties and garter belt both matched.

I poured myself a glass of wine and nervously waited for Nina. I tried to busy myself with TV, but nothing made the time pass faster. My stomach was churning. She was supposed to arrive at seven. She still wasn't there by five after. Just when I thought I would lose my mind there was a knock at the door. I opened to find Nina standing nervously on the step.

The picture didn't do her justice. Her eyes were beautiful and vibrant in a way that could never be captured in a photograph. She was dressed in a shimmering sky blue sari and a navy velvet top that laced in the front. It hugged her tits and left her stomach exposed. Her dark hair was loose and she wore no jewelry and little makeup.

She introduced herself. We started to shake hands. Then I put my arm out and wrapped it around her neck. I kissed her cheek as a greeting. Then I led her inside and closed the door behind us.

"My husband drove me," she said nervously. She spoke with a beautiful accent. "I had a couple of glasses of wine to ease my nerves. What time should I tell him to come back?"

I wasn't sure how to answer. I thought I could easily occupy myself with this beautiful woman until sunup. But I didn't want to sound presumptuous.

"Maybe I will just tell him that I can call later," she said.

"I have some wine open. Would you like another glass?" I offered.

She nodded and I showed her to the couch. We sat down next to one another and I poured us each a glass of red.

Nina sat on the edge of the seat with her legs together and her hands on her knees. I tried to look more casual. I thought maybe it would help her relax. I crossed my legs to show them off and leaned back. I unbuttoned my jacket to show off my cleavage and the way my sweater hugged my big titties. Nina definitely noticed. And she didn't look disappointed.

I knew I wanted her. But I was unsure of how to proceed. I considered just jumping on her. But I knew it might scare her off. I'd never experienced anything similar. I'd slept with people not long after meeting them. Ten minutes after I met her husband I had his cock between my lips. But those situations were defined by mutual desire and lust. That had erased any hint of nervousness. The situation with Nina was totally unique. She wasn't leaving, so I assumed she wanted to stay. But she was definitely nervous.

"So...," I said. I couldn't even think of what to say next. I almost never have a problem starting a conversation. But I was completely tongue-tied.

"So," I started again. "You've done this before?"

"This?" she said. "No. I've never met anyone like this. Not even before I was married."

"I meant you've been with a woman before," I said.

"Oh. Yes," she said. "Well, sort of. We did not go all the way. It was in college. After I first moved from India. India is very different for women. You do not have so much freedom. I did a lot of things in college that would have been impossible back home. I dressed like an American girl. I went to a lot of parties. I had fun."

"But you married an Indian man and settled down?"

"It is what was expected by my family," she said. "To dress and act traditionally. To have a family one day. I do not regret anything."

She sipped her wine.

"Though I do miss the clothes. I loved shopping." She nodded down at her garment. "This is a little boring."

"No, it's not!" I protested.

"It is how I've always dressed," she said. "It only appeals to you because it is exotic."

"No," I said. "It appeals to me because you look sexy as hell."

Nina looked away. I could tell she was embarrassed.

I moved closer to her. I boldly reached out and put my hand on her firm naked stomach. I ran my palm over her hot flesh.

"I like this," I said. "What did you do in college?" I asked. "With the other woman?"

"We kissed," she responded.

"Just once?" I asked. "A quick kiss on the lips?"

"No," she responded quickly. "It was more than that. We kissed for a long time. Like lovers. We touched one another."

"Do you want to kiss me?" I asked.

She nodded tentatively.

"Kiss me. Show me how you kissed her," I said.

Nina took a deep breath. Her dark brown eyes were locked on mine. She leaned forward slowly. I pushed my full lips to hers. She wrapped her muscular arm around me and held me close. My lips parted and her tongue slithered into my mouth.

"How did you touch her?" I asked.

"I touched her breasts," she said. "We would kiss and rub each other's breasts. And sometimes her ass."

I took off my jacket and laid it over the back of the couch. I arched my back to show off my large tits.

"Show me," I said again. "Kiss me and rub my titties."

She kissed me deeply, but her hands remained by her side. I grabbed them and pulled them to my chest. My nipples responded to her touch. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her tight ass through her satin sari. She moaned softly.

"What else did you do?" I asked. "Did you touch her pussy?"

Nina shook her head.

"Never," she said. "Not even through her panties. I do not know why. We were nervous. I thought about it often after."

"Did you ever undress? Did you touch her bare tits? Did you kiss them?"

"Never," she said again.

We kissed again. There was passion behind it. Her hands freely roamed my body. I slid my own hands from her ass to her hips and over her flat stomach. I found her breasts. I could feel the thick lace of her bra through the thin velvet top. I pulled the lacing holding her top closed. It came open. She was wearing a very lacy black bra. I could see her large brown nipples through the lace.

"I want your lips on me," I told her. "I want your mouth on my titties," I panted.

She nodded in response. Her hands found the oversized buttons on my sweater and she opened the top two. I told her not to stop. She unbuttoned it all the way. I tossed the sweater aside and unclasped my own bra. My titties bounced free. Nina eagerly took them with her tan hands. She leaned forward and kissed my nipples. She licked and teased them slowly as if she was unsure of herself. But she was encouraged by my moans of delight.

I grabbed her sari and pulled it from her shoulder. Her bra clasped in the front. I flicked the clasp quickly and her gorgeous brown lobes fell out. She stood so I could help her unwrap her sari. She wore a stiff silk petticoat. I pulled the drawstring and it fell around her ankles. She stood in front of me in nothing but a lacy black thong.

I took Nina's hand and pulled her back to be. Her breasts dangled in my face. I kissed each of her dark nipples until they were rock hard.

"How often do you regret not touching her pussy?" I asked Nina.

"Not too often. Not anymore," she said. "It was a long time ago."

"When was the last time?" I asked.

"Raj has a fantasy of having a threesome. He has been more persistent lately. When he brings it up, I think back with regret. I have always been resistant. Until lately. I realized that I wanted it to."

"Do you want to touch my pussy?" I asked.

Nina nodded.

I got up and unzipped my tight leather skirt. I shimmied out of it. Nina took a seat and I stood in front of her in my panties, stockings, garter belt, and heels. My legs were spread. There was a damp spot on my purple satin panties. I took Nina's hand and my own and cupped it over my hot pussy.

"Mmmm," I moaned loudly. "Help me rub one out."

She looked at me with a puzzled look. I directed her to the corner of the couch. She sat with her legs spread. I put my ass between her thighs. I could feel her tits on my bare back. I rubbed my satin panties against her lacy thong. Then I took her arm and wrapped it around my narrow waist. I put her hand back over my pussy.

"Rub it," I said. "Make me come."

She rubbed me slowly through my satin panties. Her fingers traced the outline of my wet pussy. She paused in the area where she knew my clit would be. Then she circled her finger until I told her she was on my spot.

"Now rub it," I commanded.

Nina obeyed. She pressed down firmly and rubbed my clit.

"I want to rub it for real," she said in her thick accent. "Not through your panties."

I nodded in response. She hooked her fingers inside the elastic waist of my underwear and slid them down to the middle of my thighs. The musky scent of my spread cunt filled the room. Nina put the palm of her hand on top of it.

"That's right," I encouraged her. "Rub my pussy, Nina."

She curled her two middle fingers in and penetrated my hole. I took her thumb and guided it to my clit. I took her free hand and brought it to my big titties. Nina kissed and licked my neck. She finger-fucked me. It was slow and intense. I couldn't tell if she was shy or just purposely taking her time. Each thrust of her fingers made my whole body quiver. I encouraged her until I was too worked up to speak. Her thumb kept circling my clit as she pounded me. For a first-timer, she knew exactly what she was doing.

"This is how I fuck myself," she whispered in my ear. "Is it alright?"

All I could do was whimper. I could feel her bare nipples grazing my back. Her whole body was moving in rhythm while she fingered my gash. I bucked my hips into her hand. I needed her to go faster. She sped up and pushed me over the edge. The sounds coming from my mouth were unintelligible as I came from Nina's touch.

I turned and kissed Nina hungrily. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had such an intense orgasm.

"Let me fuck you, honey," I pleaded. "I need to fuck you."

I pulled her lacy panties aside. Her pussy was spread wide and ready. I slid my first two fingers right in and fucked her hard.

I kissed and sucked on her nipples. Nina did the same to mine. My fingers slid in and out of her steaming sex hole. She was noisy and filthy. And I loved every minute of it.

"Oh yes," she kept saying. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Betty. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me like a whore."

I went faster. I could tell she was building to a climax. Nina started wailing. I kept two fingers deep in her cunt as she climaxed. I felt her hot juices running down my forearm.

Nina took control. She kissed me ravenously. She pushed me onto the back of the couch. She paused long enough to pull her panties off and toss them aside. My panties were still around my thighs. I unsnapped my garters so Nina could pull them off over my stockings. She unhooked my garter belt and tossed it aside.

With Nina straddling my waist, I kissed her tits and shoulders and lips. She did the same to me.

"I want your face in my cunt!" I told her.

Nina nodded quietly. She had a solemn look on her face. Her big brown eyes were locked on me.

"Yes," she said. "Just tell me what to do."

I winked at her.

"I think you can figure it out."

She flashed a confident smile. I spread my legs wide. She knelt at the opposite end of the couch. Her breasts dangled sensuously as she leaned down to taste my pussy for the first time. I ran my fingers through her long black hair. It felt silky.

Nina kept her almond-shaped eyes on my face. She put her tongue at the bottom of my slit and licked up. I moaned with delight. I encouraged her to go back for seconds. She licked me up and down repeatedly. She hadn't even focused on my clitoris, yet I could still feel myself building to orgasm. I grabbed and squeezed my own nipples.

"Lick it," I said. "Lick that cunt. Lick it like it's your job."

"Funny," a male voice interrupted. "I thought that was MY job."

We both jumped. The door was open. Al was standing just inside it with the keys still in his hand. There was no way to tell how long he'd been watching, but the tent in his pants indicated he'd been there for at least a few moments.

Nina grabbed her sari off the floor and used it to hide her breasts. Her jaw was agape.

Al closed the door behind him.

"No, no," he said to Nina. "You don't have to be modest for me. I've seen plenty already."

He turned his attention to me.

"I thought I'd come over and surprise you, Betty. I guess I should have called ahead," he said.

He looked back at Nina.

"Well," he said. "If you were going to fuck someone behind my back, at least it's not a man. I'm not even sure how to feel. Should I be pissed off? Or turned on?"

I nodded toward the bulge in his trousers.

"It looks like you've already made your decision," I said.

I moved to Nina and put my arm around her shoulders. I kissed her cheek and neck. She was still frozen.

"Nina, this is Al," I said. "As he said, you don't have to be modest."

I kissed her cheek again. I grabbed the sari and gently pulled it from her hands. She let it go. Al gazed at her gorgeous brown breasts. Then he looked back at me. I took her tits in my hand and bounced them playfully.

"Nice, aren't they?" I said to Al.

I leaned forward and kissed each of her brown nipples. I circled each deliberately with my tongue. Al couldn't take his eyes off the action.

"Nina was about to eat my pussy, Al," I said. "You know before you said it was YOUR job. Do you want to watch her go down on me? Or pout about being replaced?"

Al ran his fingers over his smoothly shaved head. He didn't respond. He seemed conflicted.

Nina leaned close to me.

"I'm not sure about this," she said. "Maybe I should go."

"Stay," I said. I took her hand in mine. "I PROMISE it will be fun. Just relax."

I leaned back on the couch again. Nina hesitated for a moment. Then she went back to work on my beaver. I moaned as she licked me up and down again.

Al slowly walked around the couch to get a better view. I called him closer with my finger. He obeyed.

"Strip," I told him.

He slowly undressed while Nina's tongue explored my cunt. I squirmed on the couch. Al pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He sat down to take off his biker boots. Then he rose and quickly got out of his jeans and shorts. His nice cock was rock hard.

I took Al's dick in my hand. Nina found her way to my clitoris and started circling it with her tongue. I moaned softly in response. I put my free hand on her head and pushed her further into my pussy. I wrapped my lips around the swollen head of Al's cock. He groaned when my tongue circled the shaft.

"This is so hot," he muttered.

I kept a hand on Nina's head. She licked my clit hard. I closed my thighs around her skull and encouraged her. I took my lips off Al long enough to speak.

"Put your fingers in me!" I commanded.

Nina buried two fingers in my spread pussy. She licked my clit fiercely. I groaned with a mouthful of Al's bone. I bobbed my head up and down the shaft and played with his balls. My free hand pushed Nina down hard. My thighs were starting to tremble. Al grabbed my right tit and twisted my hard nipple. I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I cried out as I exploded in Nina's face. I could feel my juices and her saliva running down the crack of my ass.

"I want to fuck you right now," Al growled.

"Would you rather fuck her?" I asked. "Do you want to fuck Nina while I suck on her titties."

"Hell yes," he said.

"Nina, do you want Al's cock inside you?"

"I want to make you happy," she said. "And I want you to make me happy."

"It would make me very happy if you fucked Al," I said. "And then I'll make you very happy."

She thought about it for a few seconds before quickly agreeing. Al suggested we take the party to the bedroom.

Moments later, Nina was seated on the foot of the bed. I was beside her kissing her tits. Al stood in front of him with his cock throbbing. Nina and I each kissed it. He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her onto her back. He got between her spread legs on his knees. He pulled Nina's ass up onto his lap and threw her legs over his shoulders. He slapped his fat cock on her wet pussy. Nina watched with anticipation. And then he drove it into her.

I laid back and kissed Nina deeply. I sucked on her titties. And I watched my boyfriend's thick white cock slide in and out of her furry brown pussy.

Nina was quiet at first. But she got louder as Al pounded her hole. I rubbed her clit as his shaft drove in and out of her cunt. I kept sucking her titties and kissing her luscious lips. She cried out loudly.

"Fuck me," she cried in her thick accent. "Fuck me good. Oh! You fuck me so good!"

I put a finger between my own thighs and started rubbing my clit. The site of my man pounding Nina was driving me wild.

"Fuck her harder," I commanded. "She likes to be fucked like a whore."

Al pushed Nina away for a second. Then he rolled her onto her stomach.

"On your knees," he said.

Nina obeyed. And then Al fucked her like a dog. Her large tits swung wildly with each or Al's animal thrusts. I could tell she was going to come soon.

"Oh, fuck me!" she called out as she exploded. "You fuck so good! You fuck so good! I never get fucked like this!"

I heard Raj when he cleared his throat. He was standing at the bedroom doorway. We had apparently lost track of time and he had come to pick up his wife. I realized that Al had not locked the door when he came in. Raj walked in hoping to see his wife with another woman. Instead, he got an eyeful of Nina's pussy being pounded by a ripped, younger white guy with a shaved head.

Nina had noticed her husband. She pulled away from Al, who remained oblivious. He gave his dick a few firm tugs and it erupted. Raj watched as Al's hot come splattered on his wife's tan ass.

Raj was speechless. I realized he was fuming. Unlike Al, he didn't have a hard-on from watching. I didn't know what he was capable of if he exploded, but I knew he had a temper. I had to defuse things quickly.

"If you just stand there with your clothes on, Raj, you're going to miss your chance to join the party," I said.

Al finally realized there was someone else in the room. He glanced at Raj and then at Nina. He seemed to put things together quickly.

I got off the bed and quickly crossed the room wearing nothing but my stockings. I grabbed Raj's hand and brought it to my slick shaved cunt. I grabbed his head and pulled it to me. I forced my tongue between his lips and kissed him deeply. Unlike his wife, he dressed in western clothes. I unbuttoned his shirt with my free hand.

Raj resisted at first. But he gradually started rubbing my cunt.

"Taste it," I whispered. "Nina already has."

He pulled his fingers to his lips and tasted my juices. I helped him out of his shirt and then dropped to my knees. I quickly got his belt loose and his trousers open. I pulled them down along with his underwear.

His giant cock was now semi-erect. It was more impressive than Al's. In the back of mind, I wondered if Al was jealous. Or what he was thinking. Then I realized I didn't give a shit. I was doing what needed to be done to avoid any drama. Besides, I wanted that big dick in my again. And I wanted Nina to watch. Preferably with her pussy planted on my face.

I started licking Al's pipe. Nina hurried from the bed and joined me.

"Oh husband, you know I am only yours. I want to please you more than anyone else," she said.

We kissed in front of him on our knees. Our tits rubbed together. We both ran our tongues up opposite sides of his cock at the same time. Raj groaned as he got rock hard.

I stood up and took Nina's hand. I pulled her to the bed. Al moved out of the way. I spread my legs wide and called Raj over. I put my hands on Nina's pussy.

"I want this here," I said and touched my lips.

Then I touched Raj's cock.

"And this here," I said as I touched my pussy.

Neither of them protested. I wrapped my legs around Raj's torso. Nina straddled my head and faced her husband. I buried my mouth in her cunt. Raj buried his cock in me.

Nina's juices ran down her brown thighs and over my lips. Her husband sucked on her titties and slowly fucked me.

Al watched on the sideline. He stroked his cock slowly. It was obvious he wanted to get back in the game, but it was still recovering.

I was dying to make Nina come. But Raj fucked like a man possessed. He pounded me with rapid thrusts. My big tits bounced wildly. In a matter of minutes, I was moaning and squealing into Nina's cunt as her husband made me come. Raj didn't slow up for a second. He fucked me harder.

I slipped three fingers into Nina's gap. Raj continued to kiss her tits. Nina rubbed my clit. And Raj fucked me relentlessly. Nina started to cry out as she came from my tongue and hand. I started squealing again as Raj's monster dick brought me to a second orgasm.

Al was ready to join in. He came to the side of the bed and started kissing Nina. He helped her off my face. She laid down beside me and my man mounted her. Al fucked Nina inches away from where her husband was impaling me. I turned to her and we kissed while we got fucked.

"Nobody fucks my wife better than me," Raj said.

He pulled his giant cock out of my pussy. Al pulled out of Nina. And then the men switched. Nina exclaimed as her husband buried himself in her cunt. He fucked her missionary while Al rolled me over for doggy style. His cock didn't fill me the way Raj did, but it still felt great. Al always fucked with an unparalleled intensity.

Nina and I both called for our men to fuck us. She came twice in rapid succession. Al slapped my ass and pulled my hair as he got me off.

Then Nina and I took control of the situation. We rolled both men onto their backs. And then we both rode them side-by-side, like two women mounted on horses. Our tits bounced in rhythm. I leaned in to grind my clit against Al's bone as Raj exploded into his wife. I came hard and Al followed by filling me up with his come.

After, Nina and I sixty-nined for half an hour and licked each other clean. We also got each other off several times while the men watched. I fucked Raj again when he was ready while Nina sucked off Al. I think he was jealous that I was obviously more into Raj's cock.

Eventually, Raj and Nina left. Al and I fucked in the shower when we were cleaning up. Our relationship didn't last much longer. I obviously wasn't ready for commitment. But my friendship with Nina was just getting started.