Ever since Nisha’s initial encounter with Russell, I had agreed that Nisha could travel and see him periodically. In fact, she would spend a Friday and Saturday night with Russell once every six weeks. She would leave on a Friday morning and return mid-afternoon on Sunday. In the early stages of the arrangement, there were times that I had travelled with Nisha too. What I got to see was amazing.
I would yearn for her arrival and look forward to smelling the scent on her body. Her lips tasted different and so did her body. I enjoyed the sensory changes that resulted from her being so physically intimate with another man. Nisha knew that when she arrived on Sunday afternoons from her weekend of tantric sex and its many permutations, that I had eagerly awaiting her arrival to have the opportunity of tasting her and experiencing her body that had been so well satisfied by her tantric lover. The very fact that my gorgeous Nisha had been of service to another man gave me great immense joy and clarity. That love was about sharing and expanding our boundaries and going beyond the limitations of the norms that exist within society.
My satisfaction came from knowing that Nisha had connected with another man both sexually and energetically. This knowledge that my utterly beautifful wife had given pleasure to another man and that another man had given her both valley and peak orgasmic pleasure beyond her original experiences and understandings was an undeniable truth. Her orgasmic heights were my priority.
On her return, itwas not without hesitation that I would often taste Nisha’s pussy to detect the remnants of Russell’s cum. Her lips tasted differently when I kissed her passionately, as did her skin when I kissed her and licked her. It was clear. I could tell that my wife had been fucked by another man. And it felt so good.I would fuck Nisha with a renewed sense of vigour and intensity. Often so aroused that my load would release almost prematurely.
With this, there were moments of jealousy, but the overwhelming sensation was that of extreme pleasure. I truly enjoyed my gorgeous wife, Nisha, having this arrangement with a man she probably deserved more from the point of view of sexual fulfilment.
Nisha would take a one hour flight every 6 weeks to see Russell, who lived in a relatively large coastal town, in northern Australia. It was a town that attracted many tourists, both local and from aboard. Russell ran a tantric massage therapy centre with a small art gallery next to the centre. The paintings were of a natural landscapes provided by local artists. He had been concerned about the sales of the art work and enlisted Nisha to assist with a promotional eveniing. So now, instead of going to see Russell on the Friday, she would fly out on Thursday morning and arrive at lunchtime. There was no time for play when she got there. It was all about the evening and its preparation. Nisha's role was to serve champagne and hor d'ouevres but also talk about the artwork to those that came to see. However, she was dressed to allure the local tourists.
She dressed in tantric red. A cloth delicately covered her breasts and was tied behind her back. Another cloth around her waist, just barely covering her cute and tight ass. Her willingness to express her sexuality to the broader public had increased. It was as if she wanted everyone to know that she was very much a sexual being and that others, too, should be tempted by her.
Her role was seduce with her exotic beauty and intelligence and assist Russell sell the paintings.It would seem at times, that all eyes were on her rather than the paintings that Russell had in his small gallery. Certainly revealing her flat stomach and revealing her ass slight as she bent over to offer champagne to those that were seated was a mouth-watering sight for those watching at a not far a distanmce. With her charm and her sexuality prevailed and paintings were sold. And Nisha was becoming the object of desire. And she loved it.
I had noticed the first time that Nisha had presented herself in such a way, there was a certain shyness. But it didn't take her too long to develop the confidence and exude the sexuality that was necessary. She was a natural tantric goddess. At first she was shy about getting into such a compromising position where there would be a few bystanders who would be yearning for the opportunity to get some glimpse her beautiful and moist cunt as she would bend over as she was serving those seated. After a few reveals, she became very confident in her stride, as if she wanted to fuck every man in the room. Russell noticed this too.
Nisha went up the open staircase to fetch more supplies. She got half-way and then pivoted slightly whilst looking back down over left shoulder. Her left leg was on the next step. There were two younger men close to the staircase. Nisha knew this, and gave them a perfect opportunity to view with great clarity her yearning pussy as she pretended to look at Russell down below, having a conversation with a potential client.
Sure enough, after the promotional evening, back at Russell's home, Nisha and Russell would spend and focus their efforts on tantric love making. Intially, she would be, all clothed meditating with him. The would then undress and pay respect to each other. Russell would touch her pussy and declare,"I revere the yoni". Nisha would reply and declare her reverence to his cock by gently touching it and stating, "I revere the lingham." She would then sit on his lap in a position called yab-yum.
The would hold each other for some time. Then they would kiss. Tongues would massage and saliva exchanged. Russell made a habit to massage and touch her lower back at the sacral region as if to awaken a sexual portal within her. Nisha would recount this had been so arousing and that she would this amazing sexual urge, this desire to be entered and thrusted. A longiness not to be let go. As she sat on his lap, naturally, Russell's sizeable cock entered my wife's yoni and she would rock on his cock on his lap.
Russell was amazing in controlling his ejaculation. He would hold on and breath to avoid cumming. In the meantime, Nisha would cum so intensely whilst Russell was prepared to continue to fuclk my gorgeous wife and give her the pleasure that she so deserved. As soon as his desire to cum had ceased, he would encourage Nisha to continue to ride upon on cock in yab-yum she would cum again and again and when Russell was ready he would release his cum right into her yoni. It was relentless but a togetherness of great connection. Spiritual sex you might call it. And that was what made the Thursday night.
Friday and Saturday was a time for them to spend to together. It was an affair of sorts. Most of Friday, Nisha helped Russell at the gallery. Her dress code was a little more decent, albeit still revealing enought to gain the attention of many. Friday night and Saturday was involve dining out, walking along the beach and lots of conversation interspersed with lots of fucking. Tantric riutals had been completed.
Russell would first aim to be on top and enter Nisha, with his sizeable cock. Nisha allowed him to be the dominant one enjoyed penetrating her yoni. He would cum inside her and lay claim to her pussy. Nisha would tell that she was often top riding him and cumming in excstasy. She also knew, that at least once during her visit, she would suck his sizeable and tender cock. Russell would insist that it was imperative that she swallowed his cum, "as it was the tantric nectar and that she was the Goddess must relish her God."