This story is being written for and at the request of a married couple, Tammy and Rick, who just completed an adventurous and sexually intense vacation in India. I am using their voices to relate the events as accurately as possible. Rick will begin, providing a context for their trip, and then Tammy will narrate the events in India.
Rick’s Story
My name is Rick, and I consider myself to be the luckiest man in the world. I met Tammy, the woman who would become my wife, at a wedding when she was almost eighteen years old and I was almost twenty-three. I was struck not only by her beauty, but also her vivacious personality and upbeat attitudes about life. The wedding was in a small town in Washington state, and I lived in Oregon at the time.
Tammy is five feet and ten inches tall, weighed about one hundred and thirty pounds at that time, and her breasts were 36Ds. She is pretty, and I think she looks a lot like the actress Blake Lively, especially with her long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. It was easy to see that most other men, both young and old, were attracted to her and I knew that I had to make her my wife.
She was attracted to me too, even though I’m only five feet and eight inches tall, but I am muscular and weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds at that time. I found out later that she likes my light-olive skin tone and Spanish heritage. I think the main thing is that our personalities are very complementary.
For the first several months after meeting her, we talked by phone, and I made a couple of other trips to see her, but I eventually moved to be near her. We started dating and our sex lives were amazing. I couldn’t get enough of her fantastic pussy, ass and breasts, and she liked my thick, uncircumcised, six-inch cock, that is dark-olive in color. I never liked having a long foreskin that much, but she loves it.
Tammy attracts attention from men wherever we go, and she loves being appreciated by them. I’m not the jealous type, and I like how turned-on she gets when other men show their desire for her.
We got married when Tammy was nineteen and I was twenty-four, but we didn’t start having kids until she was twenty-two. Our lives were typical of young married couples, at least until the years passed and she was thirty-two and I was thirty-seven, with two children. We never used birth control, and the rhythm method worked well for us over the years.
With motherhood and the passage of time, Tammy’s body has matured to what it is today at thirty-eight years old, with her weighing one hundred and forty pounds and having 38DD breasts. She’s tall and carries the weight well, and I just love her pendulous tits, long legs, and amazing, full ass. Her sexy, mature body is obviously attractive to others.
Our neighbors are also a married couple about our ages, and the wife has a friend named Kate, who used to hang out with them a lot of the time. Kate was twenty years old and very pretty and seemed to be kind of wild and fancy free. We really liked Kate, and she often hung out at our home, where we would share a few beers with her.
Kate ended up being the catalyst causing a sexual awakening for Tammy and me, one which would involve others in our sex lives. One Saturday when I had taken our kids to the park, Kate came over to see Tammy. After having a couple of beers, Kate started talking about a friend of hers who is a lesbian. Tammy became very interested in that for some reason, and asked Kate numerous leading questions.
As Tammy described it to me, one thing led to another, and they were soon kissing and feeling each other up, which led to full-blown lesbian sex. It turned out that Kate had been so attracted to Tammy in general, and especially her breasts, that she had initiated the conversation about her lesbian friend, just to see if she could entice Tammy to have sex with her.
I was excited when Tammy told me about the encounter, and she was relieved that I thought it was hot. We had great sex that night, as Tammy told me about Kate’s sexy body and how she tasted. With my blessing, Tammy met with Kate again, but that time she told Kate that I knew everything, and that I wanted to watch them together. Kate agreed, and when we all met that third time, I was invited to have sex with her as well.
Those encounters with Kate opened our eyes to the pleasure of having sex with others, but we soon had to cool the relationship with her. She was becoming obsessed with having sex with us. Her behavior got so disturbing that we were worried that our neighbors or others would find out about our indiscretions, so we ended our relationship with her.
After my experiences fucking Kate, I thought it was only fair if Tammy had a chance to fuck other men, and that’s when we started thinking about involving other men or even couples in our sex lives. We decided that since we are from a small town and wanted to protect our privacy, we would only pursue meeting with others when we were out of town, either on vacation or other times away from home.
We had never heard the term ‘pregnancy-risk fucking’, but that is really what we had been doing for our whole lives together. So, when we started talking about Tammy fucking other men, we just naturally decided to do it with no protection, other than the rhythm method. It was exciting thinking about other men ejaculating into her unprotected pussy.
Our first opportunity came on a weekend getaway at a resort in Idaho, with Tammy’s parents watching the kids back at home. Tammy had been talking a lot about how she gets so turned-on when men stare at her and make comments about her appearance, and she wanted to see what would happen if she purposely exposed herself to a passing stranger.
There is an open walkway that goes past our room at the resort, and we left the curtain open as Tammy had a towel around her waist, and nothing on top, standing in front of the mirror. An average looking, older man, probably in his late forties walked by the room, when she was standing with her breasts uncovered. The man boldly stood there watching as Tammy’s breasts swayed and jiggled in front of her, as he rubbed his crotch, even though he saw me sitting close by in a chair.
That was to be her first encounter with another man since we were married, and she nervously waved him into the room. He walked in, and I closed the curtain as he said, “Pardon me for watching you like that, mam, but you’re absolutely gorgeous. Your husband here is a lucky man.”
Tammy smiled and stepped closer to the man, with her breasts still uncovered, as she said, “Thank you for the compliment. We were wondering if anyone would notice me standing here like this, and it looks like I got your attention. My husband has been wanting to see me with another man, and this is your lucky night. Come on over and sit on the bed with me, so we can get better acquainted.”
The man was excited and kept staring at her breasts as he sat on the bed next to her. Tammy teasingly asked, “Do you really like them? Would you like to give my twins a taste?”
She cradled his head in her arm as he leaned over to suck her right areola and nipple, as she began rubbing his crotch. His cock was already rock hard, and Tammy giggled as she said, “Oh, this is very nice. I can feel that you’re happy to be with me.”
That’s when he said, “Oh my goodness, I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d ever be with a woman like you. You’re beautiful and your breasts taste wonderful. I could suck them for hours.”
Tammy pushed him back on the bed and turned around in a side-by-side sixty-nine, as she said, “I’d like to get a taste of you too.”
He easily removed her towel and found that she was naked underneath, as she began unfastening his shorts. He leaned in and started sucking her pussy, and she finally got his shorts and underwear off, before leaning in to take his cock into her mouth. It is uncircumcised, thicker than my cock, and about seven inches long. He also has egg-sized low-hanging balls. It was so erotic watching her have oral sex with a stranger, and I dropped my shorts and began stroking my cock.
They sucked one another for about five minutes, until Tammy rolled away and said, “Fuck me with your thick, hard cock, sweetie. I need to feel you inside of me right now.”
The man turned around in the bed, but before he shoved his cock into her, he asked, “You want me to fuck you bareback? You don’t want me to wear a condom? Aren’t you worried about being impregnated?”
Tammy pulled his face down to kiss him, and then said, “I love cum, and I want to feel your cum shooting into my married pussy. I should be in my safe time, so fuck me, sweetie, and fuck me hard.”
The expression on his face was priceless as he shoved his thick cock in and felt the wetness and tightness of Tammy’s pussy. The idea of fucking an unprotected married woman bareback must have been a huge turn-on for him. Tammy can spread her long legs wide and flat, so that stranger had full access to her adulterous cunt. He fucked her hard and fast, but only lasted about three minutes because of the excitement of fucking a woman like Tammy, and since she had been sucking his cock.
He ejaculated hard and filled her pussy with his cum, before rolling off to the side. Then he looked on as Tammy scooped some of his cum out with her fingers to eat it, before looking at me and saying, ‘Come and fuck me now, honey, while my pussy is so slick and full of our friend’s tasty lubricant.”
The man lay down next to her and began sucking her breast, as I fucked Tammy to a huge orgasm in only a couple of minutes. The excitement of watching her fuck another man for the first time had me close to cumming before we even started fucking. The stranger stayed in bed with us for another hour, sucking her breasts and fingering her pussy, until we told him it was time for him to go.
Tammy fucked two other men that weekend, and we realized that she was most excited about fucking other men in spontaneous situations, when they weren’t expecting it, and with me watching, since I really appreciate being married to a hot wife like her. Tammy, the usually conservative soccer mom, really loves turning into a slut when we’re out of town.
She was never picky either, and preferred to be with normal men, whether younger or older, and even those less attractive, whose cocks got rock hard at just the idea that they had a chance to be with a beautiful woman like her. Those men appreciate her body, even if it wasn’t perfect anymore. She didn’t want to put up with the egos or judgmental attitudes of men who thought they were God’s gift to women.
Our practice of Tammy being fucked bareback, using the rhythm method, was successful for a long time, but she accidently got pregnant a year ago, at the age of thirty-seven. The timing was such that we weren’t sure whether I was the father or not. We weren’t devastated by that, though, since Tammy loves making beautiful babies, and is a good mother. And, I must admit that I love the way her breasts get bigger and fuller when she’s pregnant and nursing.
Tammy is thirty-eight now, and we have had over a dozen other encounters since that first time in Idaho; sometimes with individual men, and at other times with couples. Couples are a lot of fun, since Tammy usually enjoys being with the other women, as well as their husbands, as much as I enjoy the opportunity to fuck the other women. I also found out along the way, that I really enjoy eatingher out after other men fuck her.
My cock is about average in size and pleasing to Tammy, but my cum loads aren’t very big. We learned in meeting with those other men that she really loves the big cum loads shooting into her mouth and pussy. She also loves the bigger cocks, especially those that are a lot thicker than mine, as well as the men with larger and low-hanging balls. She likes feeling those big testicles slapping against her thighs, pussy and ass when she’s being fucked.
We were both very happy with our lifestyle of having unprotected sexual relations with strangers, despite the risk that gave us a third child; but something happened that gave her a craving for something more exotic. Over the past year so, Tammy has been watching some cooking shows on TV, which gave her the idea of us taking a vacation to India. Now is a good time for her to take over the story, so she can explain her motivation for the trip, and to describe our actual trip.
Tammy’s Story
I love the way Rick is still so smitten with me and the way he worships my body, even after nineteen years of marriage and having our third child only four months ago. He especially loves my big breasts when I’m nursing, since they increase to 38DDDs, and he likes to suckle me. It is even more special that he has allowed me to spread my wings and legs sexually and lets me enjoy all those other men and even some women.
He is correct in saying that I love his uncut cock, but I also love that his genitals are dark-olive in color. That just seems so erotic to me, and over the past six years that I have been fucking other men, I couldn’t help thinking about fucking exotic men of color. Our part of the country is very ‘white bread’, and even though there are a few African-American men around, I wanted to try fucking men from an altogether different nationality and culture.
I’ve always been interested in the foods of different cultures, and about a year ago I started watching TV shows featuring Indian cuisine. I like their food, and admire the way the Indian women dress, with their beautiful sari (also spelled saree) dresses, exotic makeup, and jewelry. After watching those shows for a while, I noticed the skinny, dark-skinned Indian men in the background, helping prepare the food. Since I had been fucking other men for several years by then, I was becoming obsessed with the idea of fucking some of those exotic men.
That’s when Rick and I started talking about taking a long vacation to India. We looked online and found photos of skinny Indian men with thick, uncircumcised cocks, anywhere between six to ten inches long. The thickness and tasty-looking foreskins are the most attractive to me, and I fantasized about sucking and fucking them. We found videos of Indian men and women fucking, and I thought many of those women are beautiful, even if many of them are a little over weight.
We did other research as well, and found articles about the Indian sexual culture, and stories on some of the porn websites. One story on the Lush Stories website really got our attention, and it is entitled, ‘White Wife Impregnated in India’. We knew that it likely wasn’t a true story, but it seemed to be well-researched and explained many things about Indian culture that rang true with the other research we were doing.
It seemed like, because of their more restrictive and conservative culture, Indian men were unusually horny, and they also favored fucking lighter-skinned women. That’s why skin-lightening products are a big industry there. One thing that really got me excited was a survey I found. The survey showed that of all the reasons that Indian men were attracted to women, the overwhelmingly largest attraction is big breasts.
Other articles focusing on the cultural differences purported that Indian men are especially attracted to Western women, and Americans in particular, since they are perceived to have looser morals and are easy to fuck.
Something else that got my attention, is an article stating that the darker-skinned men from the Tamil region of Southern India have, on average, larger cocks than men in the north, and are some of the largest cocks in the world. That would be hard to prove, but from the cock pictures we saw of dark-skinned Indian men, it seemed to be plausible to us
And as if the big cocks weren’t enough to get my pussy wet, one article we read said that some Indian men eat certain herbs and spices to help increase their semen volume and sperm quantity. I liked that, since I love eating cum, and feeling it shoot into my mouth and pussy.
The more I learned about India, the more I wanted to go there. I wanted to experience their culture, mostly in the non-touristy places, dress like the women there, and even try to entice some of the men to fuck me. I just hoped that they wouldn’t resent me for wearing saris and think that I was trying to appropriate their culture.
I knew that I would stand out as a pretty, tall, buxom, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed woman there, but I still hoped that I wouldn’t be resented by the Indian women or even some of the men, in case I was violating some social norms that I wasn’t even aware of.
Rick has a good career and supports our family so that we live comfortably, but we are by no means rich. So, we planned to economize on our trip and take advantage of rail transportation and a rental car, as much as possible, and to stay in low-cost hostels when they are available. Our plans fit well with our desire to mingle with common people as much as possible, even planning to rent rooms with some villagers in the farming areas we planned to visit.
We were going for a seventeen-day trip to India. My parents watched our kids, and since I was still nursing our four-month-old daughter, I used my breast pump to store enough breast milk in the refrigerator and freezer to last for the whole trip. I brought along a manual breast pump, so I could relieve the pressure on my breasts during the trip.
My periods had become irregular and far between with me lactating, but we timed our trip, so I would be in what we thought was the least-fertile part of my cycle for the trip. Although, we both knew that it was remotely possible to be fertile any time in that period.
Rick had too work through the night on the day before our trip, to finish up a project. For that reason, he was exhausted when we got to the Seattle airport to begin our sixteen-hour flight to New Delhi, which is in Northern India. We had reserved center and window seats, and he took the window, so he could sleep.
I was wearing black stretch pants that made my legs, ass, and camel toe look fantastic; as well as a tight, white yoga top with a black, thin, zippered sweatshirt coverup. My swollen, lactating breasts looked huge in that top, especially the way they were tenting my coverup.
There was a pleasant looking, dark-skinned, middle-aged, Indian man sitting in the aisle seat next to me. He talked with Rick and me at the beginning of the flight, and we learned that his name is Kadal. He is a businessman and was returning to his company’s home office in New Delhi, before flying home to Chennai.
Kadal is short, like many Indian men are, and skinny, what we would call wiry looking. His wavy, black hair is graying on the sides, and he couldn’t keep his dark-brown, almost black, eyes off my bulging breasts. He was talking mostly with me, and his attention was making my pussy wet, especially since he looks like many of the Indian men I had seen in those videos.
The plane’s cabin was darkened soon after takeoff, except for areas lit by people who had reading lights on, and Rick fell asleep about an hour into the flight. I covered us up with a blanket, and there was enough extra material that Kadal pulled it over him too. Kadal continued talking quietly with me, almost whispering, when he saw that Rick was asleep.
I was telling him all of the places we would be visiting on our trip, and he whispered, in broken English with his charming Indian accent, “You must be very careful in your travels in India. There are many horny Indian men who would take advantage of such a beautiful, tall, blonde lady like you.”
It was obvious that he was trying to flatter me, and I decided to tease him a little. I twisted in my seat, turning slightly towards him, and put my hand on his arm under the blanket. I smiled, trying to let him know that I wasn’t worried about horny men, and said, “Thank you so much, Kadal. Do you really think I’m beautiful? And don’t you think that Rick will be able to protect me from those horny men?
He smiled, and placed his hand on mine, as he replied, “Oh my yes, Tammy, you are truly beautiful in every way, and you will be every man’s dream in India. Rick might be able to keep you safe, but only when he is with you and wide awake.”
I wasn’t sure if he was trying to make a move on me or not, but I decided to let his comment drop, and I said, “Thanks for the warning, Kadal, but I have a feeling that we’ll be okay.”
My hand was still on Kadal’s arm, and his hand was still on my mine, not too far from my pendulous right breast. I didn’t try to pull my hand back or push his away, and instead lay my head back on the seat like I was going to take a little nap.
He began to softly rub my hand with his, and he waited a few minutes to see if I would object. When I said nothing and didn’t try to pull my hand away, he gently pressed the back of his hand against my breast. I opened my eyes, staring right into his eyes, and smiled before closing my eyes again. That was all the encouragement he needed, since he pulled back my coverup, and cupped my breast with his hand.
I wasn’t that worried about leaking milk, since I had expressed my breast milk before leaving home, and I loved the way he was fondling and squeezing my breast. I slowly moved my hand down to his crotch and began rubbing what felt like a very hard and sizeable cock in his pants.
Kadal scooted forward in his seat and leaned back, giving me better access to his cock. I began unzipping his pants as he pulled up my top, and fortunately our fondling was hidden from view under the blanket. He used his other hand to help me with his zipper, and in only a few seconds I had his hard, dripping cock in my hand. I felt his rubbery foreskin and the first oozes of his precum, as I gripped his shaft and mushroom head and began stroking it. His cock is thicker than Rick’s and felt like it’s an inch or two longer.
He continued fondling my breast with one hand and moved the other down between my legs, rubbing my thick vulva. I was getting wet and smelled my pussy as he massaged my pussy lips and clit. Most of the other passengers were either sleeping or focused on their reading, so no one noticed the slight movements under our blanket.
I still had my eyes closed and was enjoying stroking his big cock, when I felt his hot breath on my ear as he asked, “Will you go to the lavatory with me, pretty lady? I have some American currency left from my trip, and I’d be happy to give it to you.”