Greetings and salutations dear readers. The story you are about to read is a narration of one of my most cherished memories. The incident happened when I and my wife took a vacation to Las Vegas. Now I know what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, but this experience was something worth sharing. Well before I get too ahead of myself, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sameer and I am the Non-resident Indian counterpart of what American’s call the Average Joe.
I was born, raised, and education in India. I received my Undergrad education from IIT Delhi, a very well renowned college, and then came to the US for my Masters Degree. I majored in Computer science from UT Austin and upon completing my degree was soon employed as a Software engineer.
As is with us Indians in the US, I lived as bachelor for a few years making my money, partying the nights out, and saving a few dollars for later. After tiring of my bachelor life, I went back to India for the traditional arranged marriage. My parents had selected a few girls for me to see, and during this trip, I met Sanjana, briefly courted her and got engaged. I came back to the US and this was when I helped raised the AT&T stock price by making hour to two hour long international call almost on a daily basis.
Sanjana was a typical Indian girl though she was educated with a BS degree in engineering. An educated wife was one of my requirements. She was good looking, with sharp features; her figure was right about average with curves in the right places and a slightly bulging tummy. I thought and still think that she’s beautiful. The way I see it, I’m no Tom Cruise either, and I still got a better deal. Out initial phone calls were formal ones, with us still trying to break the ice. Trying to make her more comfortable, I started joking a lot, and even sharing dirty jokes, and she would laugh. After a few calls, she started sharing them too. As our wedding date got closer, our calls got more and more intimate. We talked about our wedding night, what we wanted to do to with each other, and we even had some really hot and intense phone sex sessions. I would be stroking myself at my end and she would finger herself at hers describing to each other what we were doing in detail. Imagining Sanjana masturbating and hearing her voice get throaty while she played with her pussy made my cock swell more than normal, and our manual stimulations made our simultaneous orgasms even more intense as we encouraged each other to cum harder. Sometimes we would make each other groan loudly into the phone as we came. So by the time the wedding season actually approached, we were extremely horny for each other.
I flew back to India for my wedding, and during the long flight every time my mind would wander and I’d imagine my wedding night, I would get an instant hard-on. For those who don’t know, Hindu marriages are very elaborate and often take days. Now I respect my culture and beliefs as much as the next Indian, but believe me when I say this, those were the longest moments of my life. When her parents finally brought Sanjana to sit next to me, I turned my head to look at her and was stunned. Sanjana looked like an exotic beauty and I couldn’t believe my luck. I had hit the jackpot! During the ceremony, every time I would touch Sanjana’s hand, my cock would twitch. Our wedding time, i.e. Muhurat or Auspicious time was early in the morning, so rather than drag out the events, we held our reception that same evening.
During the reception, Sanjana and I were seated on an open stage for the most part so we really had to behave ourselves. But whenever we got the change I would whisper naughtily to her and she would break into a shy smile. I would tell her what I was planning to do with her, and every time I mentioned something really explicit, she should shudder. I was able to see the goosebumps form on her jewelry laden henna covered arms. Just being around her in anticipation was intoxicating for me. During dinner, I made Sanjana sit on my left side on purpose, since we always eat with our right hand; my left hand was free to be naughty. Sanjana was dressed in a very heavy Saree tied low that left the side of her belly uncovered every time she lifted her right arm. So every chance I got, I would brush my fingers on her bare skin, and being a demure bride, she could do nothing but bear it. I even placed my hand on her lap and simply moved it over her Saree when no one was looking. Sanjana was certainly feeling the effects that much was evident to me and I knew I was having a good time at her expense. So you can imagine my state that by the end the day, my cock felt like it had been experiencing a permanent erection.
After the reception, we came back to my parents’ house where we had to endure some more ceremonies after which we were finally escorted to our honeymoon sweet at a Hotel. Traditionally, the wedding night is celebrated at home, but I was not going to have this night interrupted by my naughty and nosy cousins (which also happens unfortunately, but it’s all in good humor). The elder women of the family then helped Sanjana remove bulky jewelry and the heavy flowers she was wearing on her head. My aunts then quipped that the other tit-bits of jewelry and flowers were my job. Something I’m sure they knew I was looking forward to judging from the controlled impatience of my face.
We finally left the house as bride and groom and were escorted by a couple of my older cousins and their wives (the bride and groom are rarely left alone in India, outside the bedroom). The check-in arrangements had already been taken care of prior to our arrival and so we went straight to the honeymoon suite. We checked out the room, and the men stayed in the sitting area for a while chatting comfortably while the ladies were in the room. Being very understanding of our situation, the ladies came out in ten minutes and announced that my bride was ready. After a few good natured jokes and advices, the escorts departed and finally I was alone with my bride. It was the time we had been waiting for, for a very long time!
I turn off the sitting room lights and walked into the room. The sight that beheld me was breath taking (well I am biased after all). Sanjana was sitting on the bed with her feet up and pulled in. Her arms were wrapped around her legs and her head was down under a veil in a very shy and demure pose very typical (and Bollywood) of new Indian brides. We had been talking and fantasizing about this night to know that this demureness was just part of a pre-conceived plan so I played along.
I walked in and slowly approached her. Stopping next to her, I bent down and gently kissed her veiled head before sitting across from her. Again in Bollywood fashion, I reached out with both hands and slowly pulled her veil over her head. I gently moved my hand under her chin, and slowly raised her face. Her eyes were still looking down when I simple took a deep breath and whispered “Beautiful”. Sanjana finally looked at me and smiled and our eyes had the look of want and desire that had been controlled and suppressed for too long.
Both leaned forward at the same time, our eyes closing, and mouths slightly open. Our lips met tenderly for a second, and then as if our lust had reached some sort of flashpoint, we immediately wrapped our arms each other and started kissing each other aggressively. Our mouths opened up and our tongues were darting into each other mouths. The experience was so arousing that I felt my neck burn under my collar. Not really caring, I pulled Sanjana on the bed and started kissing her neck. She was dressed in a traditionally Indian Saree, and we both lost no time is relieving each other of our clothes. I had heard that wedding night is slow and awkward. But ours was nothing like that. It was fast, hard, raw, and purely lustful.
Wanting to get her out of the confines of her bulky Saree, I pulled put the clip that was holding the Saree to her waist and rather than unwrapped it, I had Sanjana lift her hips so I could pull the Saree down. Sanjana in turn helped me take off my Jacket, tie, shirt and pants. Soon I was in my boxers and Sanjana was in her blouse and Petticoat (it’s a thin skirt worn under the Saree). I spent a few minutes of kissing her chest and exposed cleaving and rubbing my hands on her exposed belly before unhooking her blouse revealing her gorgeous bra covered breasts. I caressed them gently and squeezed a few times as I kissed her neck. Sanjana was busy running her hands all over my back and moaning incomprehensible words.
I reached down and untied her skirt was totally thrilled to find that she wasn’t wearing panties. During our phone calls, I had teased her (almost dared her) to not wear a panties under her Saree especially during her wedding. At that time she had laughed it off, but now seeing that she actually did it, drove me even wilder than I was. I rubbed my hand gently between her legs to find her pussy getting wetter. Not wanting to be out done, Sanjana pushed my boxers down and as my cock sprang up, she wrapped her hands around it. Her touch caused a new wave of blood to rush into my already hard dick and it swelled even more. Now I was naked and she wasn’t, so I immediately slipped my hand under her, and after a few seconds of fumbling, unhooked her bra and literally yanked it from her body exposing my new best friends!
I massaged her breasts and sucked her nipples. At 34C her breasts where quiet a handful for me. We kissed each other all over. My cock just stayed hard throughout our foreplay and every time her pussy touched any part of my body, it left a wet mark behind. Her every movement made her breasts sway, and I would move my eyes following her nipples like a hunter pouncing on them over and over again and licking them, sucking them, and leaving “Sameer was here” bite marks. During our phone sex sessions, I would often ask Sanjana to lick her wet fingers for me and then describe the taste, now it was time for me to find out for myself.
I got between her legs and admired her very wet pussy with her juices slowly dripping out and down her ass crack. Her pussy was quivering, beckoning me to come and devour it and I was all for it. What really caught my eye and amazed me was the size of her clit. It was almost a centimeter wide and sticking out, what a sight it was! I flattened my tongue over her lips and lapped the entire length of her slit. I still remember clearly, the deep guttural moan that Sanjana managed out. It was almost an out of body experience for her, and she tasted even better than how I thought she would. I wrapped my lips around her clit and then sucked even harder. It was like I was sucking on a fingertip and it was very sensitive. My sucking was causing her pussy to gush out more juices which I was more than happy lapping up. It only took a few minutes of my mouth on her pussy and Sanjana had her first orgasm for the night.
Not wanting to be left behind, Sanjana also wanted to explore my cock which I had been raving about for so long on the phone. Now I’m no porn star material, just an average size even in this department. Fortunately I am good enough for Sanjana, who’s never complained about my size. She started by using her fingers and hand on me, gently stroking it. She kissed my tip and after stroking me a few times, I started oozing pre-cum. She rubbed it all over my cock head and then kissed it again, licking her lips after. While not her favorite flavor, she liked the taste enough to take my cock in her mouth and started to suck me off. Wanting to please me, she got a little too eager and used her teeth, and after a few painful moments and winces she got the hang of it. After fantasizing for months about this, there was no way I was going to last and I think after about two minutes of her mouth and hand, I announced my impending load. Sanjana took her mouth off and continues to stroke me and when I came, my first load shot up almost a foot high before landing in her hair. I shot a few more loads (not as high) while she kept pumping and covering her hand and my cock with my cum. Once I was done, she tentatively licked a little bit of cum from her hand and again didn’t seem to mind the taste. But rather than licking her hand she wiped it off the bed sheet before I pulled her on top of me.
We kissed again, enjoying our wedding night to its fullest. I made her lie on her back before visiting my two new best friends again. Within moments of my onslaught of her breasts I felt the life come back to my cock and soon I was saluting in attention. It was now my moment of glory. I got between her legs and her pussy was still oozing juices so I wasn’t worrying about lubrication. I rubbed my cock over it and my precum and her juices mixed together lubricating my cock. I looked into Sanjana’s eyes and then gently pushed my cockhead in. Oh god, oh god, I thought to myself as I slowly shoved my cock deep into her pussy. I heard her moan and groan in both pain and pleasure and when I stopped, she encouraged me to keep going and soon I was all the way in her. She was wet, she was hot and her pussy was milking my cock even without me moving. We had wanted to fuck each other for a long time now and our lust and desire for each other was evident and obvious.
I lay on top of her feeling my chest crush her breasts and nipples. As my cock surged in and out of her pussy, I felt her wrap her legs around me which made me go even deeper in her. In this position I could feel my cock hitting her cervix and my pubic bone was grinding on her big clit. While this was our wedding night as a brand new couple we should have been making love, but we had been so horny, that it immediately turned into pure hot raw passionate and sweaty sex. She was soon fucking me back just as hard as I was driving my cock into her. It felt great, too great almost and for an instant I fear I would come before her. Fortunately she was just as horny as I was and again within a few moments of our intense fucking, both of us screamed our orgasms
So this was our first sex session and we had two more before calling it a night. We were in India for ten more days and of course every night was another adventure. Since we were back in my parents’ homes, we had to keep our voices down. However, back in the US, our sex sessions were in full swing again. For the first few months, its was every night (expect the first few says of the monthly cycle). Some times, Sanjana would call me at work and tease me, or leave a sexy voice mail, and my commutes home were never more agonizing. Once we had a marathon from Friday night till Sunday night when all we did was eat drink, have sex and sleep. We didn’t go out, answer any phone call, or check any emails. We played sexual games, used chocolate syrup and whip cream on our bodies, and Sanjana did a striptease for me. We watched porn and fucked along with the actors, mimicking their positions, and we tried various positions of the Kamasutra, though not all of them worked for us. So all in all it was great!
Now what makes all this interesting is that Sanjana by nature is a very shy and demure person to the world. No one would ever in their wildest dreams thing that Sanjana was as sexually adventures as she is. To everyone from family to friends, Sanjana is a simple traditional Indian wife, with a demure and pleasant personality. Little did they know!
Our sex life wasn’t really limited to hour home. I am lucky enough to have a wife who is open to new ideas. Whenever opportunity allowed we’ve had sex outdoors such as the beach, or in the woods (while taking a small detour from the hiking grounds), swimming pools and hot tubs, etc. Sanjana had a fantasy of having sex in a car while over looking the city lights like she had seen in the movies, so I was more than happy enough to find the perfect stop for that. We often teased each other in restaurants and theatres when we knew we couldn’t have sex, but it aroused us enough to have a good time as soon as we got home.
This went on for a few years and as with everything in life, our sex life also got a little sidelined. Both of us have high stress careers and since we neither had the time or the energy, the desire of sex also waned. We even tried making sex appointments with each other, and while that was good, it lacked the intensity. We just needed to get out of the rut, out of the routine of life that while very lucrative for us in one way, was depriving us in another.
So this is where the real story starts. Once after a pretty decent sex session, I have Sanjana lying over me, she causally asked mentioned that I haven’t really shared any fantasies with her.
“Well, honestly speaking, you have always been so supportive and adventurous I really don’t feel that I’m missing anything.” I replied to her query.
“Come on, don’t be so boring.” Sanjana chided kissing my lips.
“No really, I’m very content.” I said again.
Being a woman, she didn’t give up saying “There must be something. We can’t have fulfilled all of your desires.”
I was silent for a long time and knowing me well enough Sanjana knew that something was going through my mind.
“What, just say it honey, I love you and I really want to know.” She said
Holding my breath and hoping that Sanjana won’t kill me I said, “Well, I’ve always found the idea of you with another woman to be very erotic.”
This time it was Sanjana who was quiet and just as I was about to apologize and beg for mercy, she kissed my chest and said “sounds interesting, but can it actually happen? I mean it is possible?”
Thanking my lucky stars that she didn’t reject the idea I said, “Possible I’m sure, feasible I don’t know. You know, we’re Indians, and if anyone in our community here found out then you know the consequences.”
“Yea I do, that’s why I asked if it’s possible.” She said. “Honestly I don’t know if I want to do this with anyone outside the Indian community. That just might be too foreign.”
“Hmmm,” I nodded. “Yea I’d much rather see you with an Indian woman. But I don’t think we’re ever find anyone as sexy as you though” and smiled.
I was rewards with a hot passionate kiss for that comment and another round of some hot sex. Even though we had just had sex, this new idea that had been planted in our heads had given us a new spark that made this round almost as intense as out earlier sex sessions.
However, this proved to be a lot harder than we thought. Like I said, my wife and I have a certain reputation in the community and tarnishing that was absolutely not at option. We aren’t swingers either and didn’t want to join a club or website. Locals clubs were not really an option due to the off-handed chance that we might be spotted there. So we decided to take it in stride and if and when such an opportunity came, we’ll avail it.
A few months after our bedroom revelation, Sanjana and I decided we need a break and decided to go out of town for a dew days. We took a couple of days off from work to avoid the weekend rush and flew to Las Vegas. Sanjana had always wanted to see it, and this was a perfect time. We wanted to stay on the Strip to experience Las Vegas in all its glory and picked the Luxor. This Casino/Hotel is shaped like a pyramid and filled with Egyptian-style architecture. We check the internet and found it had a lot of amenities so we booked our room, and made reservation at the Oasis Spa. They had a number of restaurants and a Dance club as well. We also bought tickets for the various shows and looked forward a very relaxing few days.
We landed by early evening, took the shuttle to the hotel. Since we didn’t plan on leaving the Strip we didn’t bother renting a car. We checked into the Pyramid Deluxe room which was overlooking the Luxor’s sprawling atrium. The room had a warm, welcoming sense with soft and rich colors. It had the regular hotel amenities and the Deluxe room came with an over sized double shower, a hot tub/Jacuzzi, a big screen TV and we had a bottle of Champagne being chilled in the ice bucket when we entered our room. There was a note next to the bottle that said, “Legend has it that Queen Nefertiti was pampered and spoiled all her life. You deserve at least one evening”. Sanjana and I read the note and both smiled that thinking the exact same thing. This trip had all the makings of a great and memorable vacation.
“So what do you want to do first?” I asked jumping on the bed, and calling her to me with a smile.
“I know what you have in mind,” replied Sanjana with a smile, “but I really need to freshen up. I’m going to take a quick shower and then let’s decide on what to do.”
Before I could protest, she walked into the bathroom and I heard her turn on the shower. I closed my eyes, and heard her clothes coming off followed by the shower door open and close and then as expected a soft humming of Sanjana’s voice. She had always been a bathroom singer. Figuring that a shower was probably a good idea after a long day of travel, I decided to take a quick shower myself. Dragging myself out of bed, I took off my shoes and followed Sanjana’s voice.
I walked into the bathroom and I caught my breath. Along with the bathroom ceiling, the shower door was completely steamed through which I could see the silhouette of Sanjana’s naked body. The blurriness made her look almost serene and I could certainly feel a tugging in my loins despite the weariness of our travel. I walked closer to the door and the heat of the steam was clinging to me, but that was nothing compared to the heat I was now feeling inside.
Letting my clothes fall to the floor, I opened the door and walked in. The stall was big enough that two people could easily and comfortably have a shower. There was even a tiled bench to sit. Sanjana had her back towards me, and I was mesmerized as I saw the water dance over her body, the droplets bouncing off her skin and sparkling due to the over head light as they fell on the wet floor. The water splashed and coated her every inch. She looked so sexy, that my cock was already in a semi hard position just from looking at her.
Sanjana turned her head slowly looking at me over her shoulder and gave me a small smile and a wink. That was my signal, she was in a playing mood just a much as I was. I moved closer to her, and felt the water spray from her body onto mine. Sanjana turned around and I slowly lifted my hand up and gently caressed her face with my fingertips. She turned her face and kissed my palm, and I felt chills as well as fire run through my body. Sanjana then moved her hands up and starting rubbing my chest with her slick and soapy hands. Her smooth hands felt great on my chest, and while we have had sex in the shower before, just being in this hotel stall with so much room, gave this a new dimension.
Sanjana’s teasing of my nipples with the finger nails was certainly the desired effect on me when she leaned even closer to my ear and whispered, “Would you mind soaping my back?”
Oh such politeness, she was being so coy! What a turn on. Obviously I was ready to oblige. Sanjana turned around and I gently caressed my fingers on her back, again watching the water cascade down from her shoulders. I got closer to her and wrapping my hands around her pulled her closer to me. My soapy chest made contact with her back as I pressed myself onto her. The soap was letting me slide and slither against her body, my hands snaking over her breasts. Slowly I bent my legs and rubbed my whole body against hers, soaping her. My cock was hard and every time I moved up, it rubbed against her pussy and up her ass. Sanjana moaned with each pass, and as I continued to finger her hard nipples, I decided to tease her and whispered back, “Your back is done.”
We both got under the shower, our bodies now intertwined. As the soap washed away from our body, our lust just took over. No more teasing, it was time for some sex. I kissed her lips right under the shower and the water kept entering and leaving our open mouths and our tongues kept dancing around each other. I hugged her tightly caressing her ass as Sanjana held my head in her hands and sucked my tongue into her mouth over and over.
Lowering my self down her body I kissed her chest, her cleavage, her nipples, and her tummy. I got on my knees, parallel to her standing body and I slowly lifted one of her legs and placed it over my shoulder. Sanjana her onto my shoulders for support and I held her free leg with my arm to ensure she was stable. Moving closer, I leaned in and licked her wet pussy. Despite the rushing water, I would taste Sanjana pussy juices. This was a tribute to her horniness.
“Ohhh yea baby, lick that pussy” Sanjana moaned holding me tighter.
I moved my hands up and cupped her ass and squeezed them as I stuck my tongue out and slid it across her slit. I flicked my tongue over her clit and felt her body shudder. She was horny, and so was I. Sanjana began to grind her hips in unison to my rhythm. I was using long strokes with short darts. I was flicking, and fluttering, and everything I did was sending waves of pleasure though her body. Her moans turned into grunts. She moved her hands from my shoulders to my head and pulled into her pussy. Sanjana was getting closer. I held her tighter to make sure her leg didn’t give away. I cupped my lips on her fingertip-sized clit and began to suck and her head began to sway from side to side. I felt her legs start to vibrate and within seconds, she groaned her orgasmic groan pulling my face into her pussy and grinding her hips completely into it.
“Aaarrghgh” she sputtered as the water covered her face and muffled her scream.
I held her tighter, until her orgasmic wave passed through her and then stood up and kissed her lips. My cock was still hard, and as Sanjana felt it touch her body, she gripped it with her hand and began giving it slow strokes. She slowly pushed me to the back of the stall and made my sit on the tiled bench. Then turning around, she parted her legs and placed one on either side of me, and lowered her self onto my very erect, very hard, and painfully throbbing cock!
Her wet pussy easily slid down as I wrapped my arms around her and cupped and massaged her breasts. She started moving herself up and down, and reached down to cup my balls as she fucked my cock. My fingers were no longer gentle and I rubbed and pinched her nipples hard. I knew I wasn’t going to last after a long tease like that, and sensing my twitches inside her pussy, Sanjana picking up her speed. Every time she pushed down the water gather on our bodies kept splashing. The echoes in the shower were deafening yet immensely arousing. As I began to groan, Sanjana gently pressed the area behind my balls and my cock swelled even more. Literally milking her breasts, I began to move my hips up as little I could against Sanjana’s grinds and with one final groan, I blew my load deep into my wife! She kept humping on me as I was shooting and I felt my cum seep out of her pussy down my cock onto my balls and down to the floor. The heat of the shower, the steam and the intensity of the orgasm, made me light-headed for a few moments, after which Sanjana got off my cock and kissed my lips.
We both cleaned ourselves again, and finally got out of the shower, hoping that our skin wasn’t too pruned. We dried ourselves, and changed into a fresh pain of clothing and before heading out to enjoy Vegas. This is truly the city that never sleeps. Time of day here has absolutely no meaning. Our first mission was to have some dinner so we by started going down to the lobby. Since we were here to truly experience Vegas, we decided to try a place called Fusia. This exotic restaurant was famous for its diversity and unusual blend of eastern and western spices. The Menu included dishes of Middle Eastern, Far eastern and South Asian origins. The ambiance was perfect with combinations of low lights, soft music, good crowd control, and exquisite service. Our meal was wonderful though we didn’t want to over indulge and tire ourselves out too much too early.
Neither Sanjana nor I are major gamblers. We decided that our time would be better spent casino hopping and experiencing what the different casinos had to offer rather than just sitting at once place and gamble the night away. There were certain things we definitely wanted to do here which included watching the musical fountain outside the Bellagio, the Blue man group show in the Venetian, go through the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton, and The Pirate show at Treasure Island. Also since the entire strip is only about 5 miles long and both Sanjana and I are in pretty good shape, we decided to walk the distance and take the city monorail when needed.
After finishing our dinner it was time for the show. Sanjana and I had bought tickets to the Celine Dion show at Ceaser’s Palace. The show was exquisite and completely enjoyable. Both of us have been fans for Celine Dion and had plenty of sex session with her playing in the background. So whenever she sang one of “our songs” both of us just felt our bodies respond. While we had to certainly behave ourselves, sometimes we should gently rub each other legs and both of us could tell that just our minds were certainly thinking of the same naughty things.
When the show ended, we toured the Casino and were thrilled with the Roman architecture. The statues and the Monuments were remarkably done. It was almost like being in Rome. Remembering our early morning Spa appointments and not wanting to over do it the first night and Sanjana and I headed back to our hotel. Since the Celine Dion show had again stirred up our desires, we ended up having a quickie before bed.
In the morning, we had a very light breakfast and then walked down to the Oasis Spa and checked in. They started us off by giving us a locker in the changing room so that we could change into our robes. Since this was our vacation, we pretty much left our inhibitions at the door. Both of us go completely naked and just tied our robes around it. We sat in the lounging room where they had comfortable couches, light music and magazines for us while we waited. This was true pampering.
After a little whole our names were called out and we both went into our respective massage rooms. Since I’m an athlete I opted for a deep tissue massage to get my knots loosened and Sanjana took a Swedish massage for relaxations and improved circulation. The hour long massages were followed by a relaxing time in the steam rooms where I could feel the tensions of my muscles drain away. Finally, I walked into the Jacuzzi, took of my robe and sat naked in hot tub. This was a new experience to sit naked, but I didn’t care. I later found out that Sanjana had done the same thing, which completely thrilled me. The jets of water and bubbles of air were very refreshing and when I walked out I felt that all my worries and tensions that miraculously disappeared.
After being pampered and spoiled for three hours, Sanjana and I walked out of the Spa feeling better than we had in ages. Also feeling very hungry, we had already made reservations for an early lunch before we started on our touring again. We had chosen to have lunch the Casino Paris, since both of us had always wanted to go to Paris but still had not be able to. The reservations were at Eiffel Tower Restaurant, which was High atop the illustrious Strip, crafted inside the replica of the Eiffel tower landmark.
Sanjana and I walked into the restaurant and we were greeted by a perfectly dressed Maitre’D who welcome us in a thick French accent and then seated us to our table. He brought us a wine list with the menu and we both ordered a glass to complement our meal. Now between the two of us, Sanjana really doesn’t drink. I mean a couple of glass of wine is enough to loosen her spirits.
We had asked for a table next to the window so both of us were mesmerized by the view. This was truly a beautiful place. The waiter brought our wines and we were enjoying sipping our drinks. I then noticed Sanjana gesture her head to the side and I followed her gaze to see a woman in a profession business suit approaching us. What both of us noticed immediately that in a French restaurant, this woman was not French but actually looked Indian.
“Hello, Sir and Madam,” She said very cordially. “Welcome to the Eiffel tower Restaurant. How are you doing today?”
“We’re doing just fine,” I replied. “Thank you very much.”
“My name is Madhuri and I’m the Manager here.” She continued pleasantly, “So I hope that you enjoy your meal and please feel free to get hold of me if I can make your time here better.”
“Thank you, I’m Sameer, and this is my wife Sanjana, and we will” I replied again and she walked away.
“Well that was nice of her.” I said to Sanjana.
“Yea, she seems really nice.” She said. There was something about her tone that caught me off guard. I looked at her for a bit and then asked,
“Something is going on in your mind, so spill it” I said
“I don’t know, but remember your fantasy?” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Did you expect me to forget” I said with my own smile.
“Well,” She continued, “She’s Indian, she’s good looking, she’s not local for us.”
“Yea my dear,” I said knowing that it was probably the wine talking, “But we don’t know anything about her.”
“We’re Indians and so is she.” Sanjana said, “Let’s use that as an Ice breaker and see where this goes.”
I was very excited at this venture, and even more so that it was Sanjana who brought it up. I think my cock twitched a few times in my pants as we were talking about this. Trying not to fantasize too much, both Sanjana and I enjoyed our meal of French cuisine. When the waiter took our plates, Madhuri came back and asked us how everything was?
“It was wonderful” I replied. “The meal, the ambiance and the service were all perfect.”
“Thank you very much,” Madhuri smiled again profession. “We hope you’ll come back and visit us again.”
“We certainly will,” This time it was who Sanjana replied. Madhuri turned to look at her and Sanjana continued “If you don’t mind my asking, where in India are you from?”
“I was born and raised in Delhi.” Came the cordial reply
“Really?” My wife beamed. “So were we.”
Madhuri’s transformation was amazing. She went from being very professional to smiling as if she had just been reunited with her long lost best friend. Her smile was from ear to ear and she said this time in hindi, “Arey kitney arsey key baad koi mere sheher sey yahan aya hai?” (It’s been so long since any one from my hometown has come here).
Both Sanjana and I immediately smiled even more hearing us talk to us in our own native language. We straight away asked her if she wanted to join us for a little bit and she replied that she couldn’t really do that right now as she was working. We asked if she would be willing to join us later for dinner.
“That’s very nice of you to ask. How long are you in town for?” Madhuri asked.
“We came in yesterday, and are flying out tomorrow.” Sanjana replied.
“Are your staying on the strip?”
“The Luxor.” I replied
“That’s a nice one.” She commended. “If I may suggest, we can have dinner at La Salsa, it’s a very good Mexican restaurant with killer Margaritas. And later if you guys enjoy dancing, then the Luxor has one of the best dance clubs on the Strip called the RA Nightclub.”
Both Sanjana and I looked at each other and said, “Sure” almost in unison.
“Great, I know the manager there, and I’ll set something up for 8 pm.” She said.
“Sounds good,” I said, and then added as an afterthought. “Feel free to bring your date if you wish.”
“Thanks,” she said, “But it will be just me. So thanks again for the invitation and I’ll see your both tonight.”
Both Sanjana and I left the restaurant with a renewed hope that maybe there might be a chance of my fantasy coming through. However, incase it didn’t happen, we didn’t want it spoiling our evening so we both agreed to just let things go on its own.
Sanjana and I then went to the Venetian to watch the Blue man group show. The show is about a group of men with their faces painted blue who play music using non-musical instruments. It was amazing to watch the talents of these guys – completely mind boggling. We then took the monorail to the Hilton and as Star Trek fans, were really thrilled by the Star Trek Experience. The memorabilia, the timelines, the models, and costumes were all amazing. I was in awe and Sanjana was having a hard time absorbing the realism of the place. We literally felt like we part of the Star Trek universe.
By the time we came out of there, it was starting to get dark, so went to Treasure Island and saw the Pirate show. This was an outdoor show, about 30 minutes long but filled with spectacular stunts. It had just gotten dark as the show ended to we walked down the Bellagio and enjoyed the musical fountain. What a show. It was only 15 minutes long, but superbly choreographed. The water from the fountain shot up almost a hundred feet, and it moved perfectly synchronized to the music. There were different kinds of spray profiles, and the lights that reflected on the water made it truly a wonderful site.
By the time we came back to the hotel room, it was about 7 pm so Sanjana and I hopped into the shower for a quick rinse before getting dressed for the evening. Despite the fact that the Celine Dion show had got us horny which was very evident when we took our underwears off, we decided to hold off on sex and hopefully use our pent up desires later tonight.
I dressed in a pair of black slacks with a sweater style top with dress shoes. Sanjana wore a knee-length shirt with a slit on the side and a halter top. The halter had a relatively deep neck and back, so she wore a strapless bra underwear and feeling sexy in anticipation (and hope) whore a black lacy thong. It was so tempting to just grab her and take her right there, but like her, I too was hoping for something good.
We walked in and gave our names to the Maitre’D and he said that Madhuri had called them up and that they have a table waiting for us. He also said that Madhuri would be joining us shortly. He escorted us to a booth in the corner so Sanjana and I both go in one side waiting for Madhuri. After about 10 minutes we saw Madhuri walked in wearing a knee-length blue dress. She had a short black jacket on top tied in a knot right around her bust line. The dress was really tight around her waist, and had flair beneath the waist. Both Sanjana and I looked at her and commented positively on how she looked.
“Hi you two,” She said sitting down opposite us, “Sorry I’m late, hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long?”
“Not at all” Sanjana replied.
“Great.” Madhuri was a lot more jovial and pleasant now that she was outside her professional atmosphere. “Now, hope you don’t mind me taking the initiative, but I’d like to order some margaritas for us. They have the best ones. Do you guys drink?”
“Please do.” I replied this time. “We’re here to enjoy Vegas as best as we can, and who better to join us than someone who knows everything about this place.”
“Well then rest assured you both are in good hands.” Madhuri laughed.
While this was a very innocent comment on the surface, Sanjana and I were having anything but innocent thoughts right now, and the double meaning sent shivers through us. We were really hoping that all this wouldn’t end up being just wishful thinking. Soon the Margaritas arrived and we gave our orders for the appetizers and meals under Madhuri’s expert guidance.
As we sipped our drinks and chatted we started to get to know each other better. Now our talks were a mixture of Hindi and English since all three of us enjoyed that fact that we could talk to someone in Hindi. To those who don’t speak the language, Hindi is something akin to comfort food among Indian friends. To become friends in a foreign land, if one speaks the same language, the ice is automatically broken. Within moments, the three of us were talking like old friends.
Soon the margaritas were over and we ordered a second round. Now if you remember, Sanjana doesn’t handle alcohol rather well, and since she had already had wine for lunch, and a margarita it was only a matter of time before it started affecting her. We talked about our vacation so far, and where we were from in India, and our careers. Madhuri talked about her time and life in Vegas and also her Indian origins, and got to know each other fairly well during dinner.
During dessert the chat’s for a bit personal as Sanjana and I talked about how our marriage was arranged, and bits of our married life. We joked about how not having kids so far gave us freedom, and while joking we threw out a few sexual innuendos hoping that Madhuri would catch them. I got the impression that she did, as she would touch her face at times and relaxed her body posture more.
“So how come you aren’t married?” Sanjana asked out of the blue.
I hope hoping that Madhuri would mind he personal nature, when she replied. “I was actually but it didn’t really work out. We were young and in love, or in lust is more like it” and laughed it off.
“Oh sorry,” I said.
“No it’s ok, we got divorced over five years ago and it was very mutual. Like I said it was based on lust, not love.” She replied casually.
Sanjana was listening intently when she burst out, “five years? Wow, don’t you miss the sex?”
I knew that was definitely the alcohol talking, so I turned to my wife and shushed her and I was about to apologize to Madhuri when I noticed she was laughing and actually answered my wife.
“Actually I do miss that, because that was the best part of the marriage. He was very good. Sometimes I feel that had sex more than we talked” and laughed even harder.
I was amazed at her casualness but I was floored when I heard what Sanjana countered with.
“Yea, I know what you mean. I seem to have married a stud who’s always horny.” And started running her hand up and down my thigh right in front of Madhuri.
“Wow, lucky you, yaa” Madhuri said eyeing me.
“Oh I know, he’s like the energizer bunny, just keep going and going and going…” Smiled my wife as she kissed my cheek.
I was now redder than the margarita in front of me. While I considered my self fairly decent in bed, Sanjana was turning me into a porn star or a sex god. Not knowing what to say, I decided to change the subject and asked, “So what time does the club open?”
Madhuri just smiled at me for a long moment before answering, “It’s already open and if you guys are ready, then now would be a good time.”
“Sure,” Said Sanjana. “I’m ready to have some fun.”
The three of us walked over the RA Night club. Madhuri paid the cover charge for all of us, and led us to the corner booth. It was obvious that she new her way around. But I also noticed that ever since the topic of sex had come up, Madhuri had a subtle almost confident change in her. She was now freer, laughing more, talking more, almost like she had entered her comfort zone.
We sat at the table and were enjoying the music. Madhuri took off the black jacket she was wearing and I was amazed at the deep cleavage of her outfit. I know she caught me staring and smiled with a twinkle in her eye. She ordered another round of drinks for us. By this point I think we all had a pretty good buzz going, and the ladies wanted to dance. A lot of guys are reluctant and will only go out to the floor if they are forced to. I actually enjoy dancing and often go dancing in our local clubs. Acting like a gentleman, I gave each of the ladies an arm and guided them onto the dance floor. The music was some great European trance techno, pulsing and powerful, with a very danceable rhythm. We made a little circle between the three of us and started dancing around. Occasionally Sanjana would grab my hips and grind into me a bit, or run my hands over her hips and ass. Then she would teasingly push me towards Madhuri who would grab my hips and do some pumping and grinding of her own. I guess this was Sanjana’s way of finding out if Madhuri was even the least bit interested in us. I tried vainly to control the erection that was growing down my leg in the tight pants I wore, but as both of the women danced around and brushed up against it I know it was fairly obvious.
After a half hour or so, Sanjana excused herself to go to the bathroom and order more drinks. Madhuri said she wanted to dance some more and asked me to keep her company, and Sanjana urged me to. Madhuri was a good dancer and knew how to flow back and forth from dancing on her own a few feet in front of me to sliding back until she was pressed against me wiggling her ass to the beat. She grabbed my ass and pulled me against her until I could feel her firm breasts pressing hard into my lower chest.
“C’mon, dance with me,” she demanded.
I decided what the hell, it’s just dancing and Sanjana did tell me to stay out here and entertain her. I let myself go and get into the music, and the soft womanly figure in front of me. As she stepped away I spun her around and pulled her in to me, running my hands up her legs, her sides, and lifting her arms above her head. I could see hear breasts lifting in that position, and got a great view of her cleavage through the halter-top. She continued her arms backwards until they clasped around my neck and then held on as we danced for a bit. As the music sped up, we moved through various positions and I was able to discover that Madhuri wasn’t wearing a bra as I ran my hands over her back.
Later, I realized as I brushed my hands past her ass that I couldn’t feel a panty line either. My cock stiffened more at that discovery, and with all of the awkward timing possible, Madhuri chose that moment to close the gap between us and squeeze tightly together for a grinding finale to the song. I knew there was no way she missed feeling my hardness pressed firmly against her ass for that time.
I looked over at our booth to see Sanjana sipping at a cocktail. She waved at me with a grin on her face. Feigning tiredness, I told Madhuri I was ready for a break and a drink and she agreed.
We spent the next forty-five minutes having a couple more drinks, until we were all feeling extremely good. In fact, I had a serious buzz going but the women were just on the happy and relaxed side of drunk. Not sloppy in any way, but their inhibitions seemed to be reduced considerably and the conversation really started on sex. They began a fairly graphic conversation about their favorite sexual positions. I learned that Madhuri’s favorite was to be on top of a guy, either vaginally or anally, riding him. Sanjana was distractingly fondling my thigh as Madhuri spoke.
Then Sanjana explained that she liked having me eat her pussy while I worked a thick dildo into her. I was drunk enough to be only mildly embarrassed at that, thankfully. I noticed that Madhuri was seriously shifting on her seat during this conversation and I knew that it was probably getting her pretty turned on, and she didn’t have anybody with her to touch.
As if reading my mind, Sanjana asked Madhuri, “Hey would u like to join us in our room? You can spend the night, since it’s getting rather late and you’d have to go back alone.”
“Well that’s a very generous offer.” Madhuri said, “But this is your last night in Vegas and I don’t want to intrude and be a third wheel.” It was very evident that Madhuri was very tempted by Sanjana’s offer but still needed a little coaxing.
Sanjana looked at me and I gave her an encouraging nod. Sanjana leaned in closes and whispered, “If you trust us enough, we’d love for you to join us. We’ve really enjoyed your company and are comfortable enough with you.”
Madhuri took a few seconds to absorb this, and then asked, “Are you guys asking me to join you guys intimately?”
Sanjana took Madhuri’s hand and said, “We’ve had a fantasy of me being with another Indian woman intimately, but have never been able to do it since we never found anyone who we trusted enough. Both Sameer and I feel that you’re a wonderful person and are extremely sexy. So what do you think?”
Madhuri caressed Sanjana’s hand and said, “I think you are very sexy as well, and Sameer is a very handsome man, but should know that I have been with women before, is that ok with you?”
My cock twitched upon hearing this, and Sanjana smiled even more. “Great, then you can teach me.”
Madhuri continued, “However, will I get to enjoy Sameer as well?”
Sanjana looked at me and I could see the hesitation in her face. She turned to Madhuri and said, “How about we go with the flow?”
Madhuri smiled and got up from the table, “shall we?” she smiled.
Sanjana and I got up and again I offered each of them an arm and escorted them to our room. At this point I had a major hard on in anticipation of what was to come. None of us said anything as we went up the elevator. We entered the room, and Madhuri led Sanjana by her hand to the bed. I turned off all the lights except the bed side lamps. Feeling extremely hot, I took off my top and sat on the couch bare-chested watching Madhuri make my wife feel comfortable in her expert hands.
The tow ladies sat at the edge of the bed. Madhuri placed and hand on Sanjana’s face softly ran her fingers over her cheek and her lips. She leaned in closer and I saw her lips touch my wife’s lips. I felt jolt of heat run through my body and Sanjana immediately parted her lips and pressed her lips back towards Madhuri. Behaving like I’m wasn’t in the room, the kisses got more passionate and soon the sounds of their kisses could be heard very clearly. To me watching Madhuri and Sanjana kiss to this day is the most erotic and sensual thing I was ever witnessed. The way the lips moved, the way their mouths open and closed, there tongues met and caressed each other as they explored each other’s mouth. It was as if I was watching two heavenly creatures make love.
The girls kissed for what seemed like ages. The lips broke apart only occasions whe, the girls kissed each other necks. Madhuri then slipped her hand under my wife’s halter and slipped it over her head. She generally caressed the bra covered breasts as the girls continued kissing. Expertly, her fingers moved down started rubbing my wife’s thighs. Sanjana parted her legs unconsciously and Madhuri slipped her hand in deeper. A few moments later Sanjana stiffened and moaned into Madhuri’s mouth and I guess that Madhuri must have rubbed my wife’s pussy. With the other hand, she expertly unhooked my wife’s strapless bra and brought her hand from inside the skirt up my wife’s body.
Madhuri was stroking Sanjana’s nipples with her fingers as the girls looked at each other and I looked at them. As our new friend’s fingers rubbed and tweaked and pulled my wife’s nipples, Sanjana pulled her down and their lips met again. My cock instantly twitched as the sight as Madhuri pressed Sanjana back against the bed. She undressed my wife completely, making her lift her hips so that she could slide my Sanjana’s skirt panties down over her ass, before pulling her up into a soft embrace
Sanjana’s arms were around Madhuri now, stroking her back and sides while their lips stayed locked together. I could see their tongues exploring each other’s mouths through their kisses and I was regaling in my dream come true. Madhuri was clearly taking the lead as he pushed my wife back again against the pillows, and kissed her softly on the lips, the cheek, nibbled at her earlobe a moment, then outlined the ear with her hot, wet tongue. Sanjana moaned again, as Madhuri’s hands continued doing wicked and wonderful things to Sanjana’s nipples. Soon her lips fastened on Sanjana’s one hard nipple, though the other was not neglected either, being rolled between her long, strong fingers. Her tongue was flickering in fast circles around the nipple, tracing the areola, her lips nibbling the hard peak, sucking gently them firmly. Soon she had her mouth locked on Sanjana’s breast and was sucking so much, I thought she was trying to breast feed. She then moved to the other nipple and repeated the treatment. Madhuri’s hands moved up and cupped Sanjana’s breasts together, so Madhuri could get both nipples at once. Her hands cupped the breasts taking more of the supple flesh in her mouth and Sanjana was now moaning instantly with almost every breast. Watching my wife being pleasured by another woman made my mind go blank!
Sanjana’s body writhed and her hips humped the air. Madhuri broke off of Sanjana’s breasts and kissed her deeply. Their tongues danced together in Sapphic delight. My cock was harder than ever. Madhuri ran her hands over Sanjana’s body as she continued to make out with my wife. Sanjana seemed vibrantly alive, responding enthusiastically to her lover’s caresses. Madhuri kissed down Sanjana’s neck, down to the valley of her breasts. Pausing there a little for some gentle nipple bites, she continued down my wife’s body.
Sanjana’s breath was coming in hash, ragged gasps and Madhuri wordlessly encouraged my wife to pull her knees up, as she stationed herself between Sanjana’s legs. Sanjana let her knees fall on either side as Madhuri bent her head, and kissed my wife’s wet pussy lips. Both Sanjana and I took a deep pleasurable breaths at the same time.
“Oh Lord,” was all Sanjana could muster in her ecstasy.
I saw that Madhuri was just teasing with the tip of her tongue before dipping first deep into my wife’s pussy, then running it up along the slit, and finally flisking the clit. Sanjana was loving every seconds of this oral onslaught which was evident by the moans and movements of her hips. Madhuri licked for a while and Sanjana was moaning, she suddenly plunged her fingers into my wife’s pussy causing Sanjana to cry out as the real orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.
Sanjana screamed with the release and closed her eyes and lost herself in the experience. The orgasm kept happening, and each moment I was amazed at the intensity of it. I saw that Sanjana’s legs were trembling yet her hips were moving involuntarily. Madhuri took her fingers out of my wife’s dripping pussy, just for a moment, before sinking her thumb back in, but now her wet, slippery fingers were teasing my wife’s asshole, playing with the tight rosebud there, and then she pushed in a finger. I felt my face flush with the side and moved in closer for a better look.
Sanjana groaned like an animal. Madhuri then went crazy on my wife’s pussy as was lashing at her clit with her experienced tongue, her thumb and fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy and ass, simultaneously, and Sanjana continued to come and continued to scream. It was obvious that Sanjana was having multiple orgasms as her breathing was coming out in short shallow gasps and she had a look of pure pleasure and ecstasy on her face. This was the most beautiful I had ever seen her.
As the orgasms slowly subsided, Madhuri toll her fingers out and was now kissing and softly licking my wife’s clit. Madhuri then pulled herself up and lay atop Sanjana’s body, their legs intertwining. The girls kissed and Sanjana’s kiss was more passionate than I had ever seen. Madhuri shifted so that one of her legs was between my wife’s legs, applying firm pressure against her clit. Sanjana couldn’t keep her hips still. This continued for several minutes as the girls kissed long and passionately. My cock was hard as a rock in my pants now but I still was controlling myself. Watching the scene, almost from a porno was making me sweat from desire.
Sanjana then looked at me and I mouthed “I love you” to her and encouraged her to take the lead and make Madhuri enjoy too. Sanjana smiled a lusty smile and nodded. She undid Madhuri’s halter and slowly pulled the sexy blue dress down only to find out (and confirm my guess) that Madhuri wasn’t wearing any type of underwear.
With a gentle motion, Sanjana urged her lover onto her back beside herself, and started kissing at her navel and worked her way slowly up finally finding the warm, soft swelling of Madhuri’s breast. The dark brown nipples stood out against fair complexion. Sanjana lowered her lips to suck one hardened nipple into her mouth, sucking, nibbling, running her tongue in slow circles around the hard peak, flickering across the nipple. Her other hand strayed over to Madhuri’s other breast, and stroked the underside of its soft swelling curve, thumb teasing the hardened pink nipple. I was amazed at my wife’s natural ability and it turned me on immensely.
Madhuri had one arm around my wife shoulders, stroking her hair with the other, pressing Sanjana’s head to her breast encouraging my wife even more. Sanjana sucked in more of Madhuri’s breasts, who let out a low moan. My wife hand found it way to her lover’s crotch and I could see from my vintage point that Madhuri was already soaking wet. Kneeling between Madhuri’s legs; Sanjana spread her tender folds to expose her wetness, and very slowly lowered her lips to Madhuri’s treasure cove. Watching Sanjana’s mouth on another woman’s pussy almost made me loose my load right there. I felt my body burn on with desire and slowly gulped down some water holding the glass with shivering hands.
Madhuri let loose a deep moan, as Sanjana licked her lover’s clit with the tip of her tongue. Sanjana completely got into it, kissing Madhuri’s wet pussy open-mouthed, and Madhuri wrapped her legs around my wife, urging her on. Sanjana slipped her hands between them and sliding two fingers deep into Madhuri’s open pussy. Again Madhuri let loose with that deep and wrenching moan,. She was starting to gasp and make little mewling sounds now, and Sanjana kept well in rhythm with her cries as my wife lashed her lover’s clit with her own tongue. I was amazed at the sight and innate talent. I guess all women instinctively know how to pleasure other.
Suddenly, Madhuri let loose with a banshee cry, stiffening a moment and holding my wife’s head tightly against her pussy. Sanjana never let up licking the clit, licking and flicking the tongue over it as fast as she could. The intensity of Madhuri’s orgasm was no less than that of Sanjana’s and I can assure know there is nothing more arousing that watching your wife make another woman cum like a wild animal.
Once Madhuri’s orgasm subsided, Sanjana looked at me as I nodded my enthusiastic approval. She moved up to Madhuri and the girls again kissed passionately in post orgasmic bliss. The girls continued their embrace for the next few minutes and I waited patiently which was perhaps the hardest thing I had ever done. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I still watched intently.
Sanjana and Madhuri continued kissing for awhile and then they too separated. Madhuri broke the silence by sitting up and saying, “That was great. Thanks for
inviting me.” Sanjana smiled and pulled Madhuri close and kissed her deeply. The women lay down on the bed on the bed and started fondling each other breasts.
“Don’t thank us yet,” said Sanjana. “Sameer has been watching us so patiently. Don’t you think he should be rewarded?”
Madhuri looked as if she had been eagerly hoping for this. “You don’t mind sharing your husband with me?”
“Not after what you and I just experienced. Honey, come eat us for a while,” requested Sanjana.
I was waiting for his. I eagerly dove in and found her pussy to be wet and sticky from her arousal. I sucked at her clit and ran my tongue through her folds several times until she was moaning in pleasure. Then, responding to the gentle pressure on my head, I let myself be pulled into Madhuri’s moist sex. Her pussy was beautiful as well, with a tasty sweet flavor that was slightly different than Sanjana’s slight tanginess.
I ate her pussy with vigor, enjoying her new taste. The women moved me back and forth a couple more times, once each pulling me up to kiss their wet tastes into each other’s mouths, until I could no longer distinguish between the mixed flavor of their juices. Then Sanjana told me something that I didn’t expect.
“Honey, fuck Madhuri,” She almost commanded.
I looked at her with somewhat surprise and she said “She’s so horny and since I got to fuck her it’s only fair that she should experience you too”. I looked at my wife with a whole new light. She was really the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I felt Sanjana’s hands reach down and unbuckle my pants, drawing down my zipper, and releasing my cock finally. Madhuri slid down onto the floor in front of me and took my cock in her hand. She expertly rubbed the head across her lips a few times then plunged the first few inches of my shaft into her mouth. She stopped with less than half of my cock between her lips and began bobbing on it slowly and sucking hard. The vacuum pressure she exerted on me caused my to swell up even more. Gradually, she took more and more of my cock into her mouth, until she had all of me into herself. I could feel my cock head hitting the back of her throat. Glancing over at Sanjana, I saw her staring intently at Madhuri’s pink lips encircling my member. She had pulled her skirt up and was now alternating between rubbing her clit furiously and pushing two fingers deep into herself.
“Suck his entire cock, Madhuri! Take the last inch,” Sanjana demanded hoarsely.
I felt Madhuri’s head rise slightly and then she pushed all the way down. I felt my cock fully engulfed in her mouth, and her lips were pressed firmly against the skin of my pelvis. Her tongue was slowly stroking the bottom of my cock like silk in a breeze. Then she began mouth-fucking me with long strokes. The feeling was intense, and watching her masturbate while our new friend sucked me off was fantastically arousing.
I was very hard and throbbing at this point and ready to fulfill my wife’s wish. I pulled Madhuri up and made her lie on her back next to Sanjana giving her a perfect view. I started on top, spreading her legs with my thighs, and pressing the head of my cock into her opening. She gasped as the head slipped inside of her, and I fucked her slowly with shallow strokes, just popping the head in and out. I reach down to thumb her clit at the same time.
Unlike Sanjana, who is not multi-orgasmic, Madhuri began popping mini-orgasms immediately. I could feel her shuddering as I teased her clit while refusing to penetrate her more than two inches. Finally, she slid to one side and rolled me onto my back. Climbing on top she placed the head of my prick at her damp opening and steadily sat down until I was fully wrapped with her wet hole. As she rose to slide me out and repeat the process, I could feel her pussy walls gripping me tightly and stretching to hold me inside.
Madhuri began fucking me in earnest, tweaking her own nipples and rubbing at her clit. Meanwhile, Sanjana was kissing me from beside us and rubbing her own pussy. She waited patiently, looking into my eyes while I fucked another woman, and helping rub Madhuri’s clit with her fingers when it was obvious she was approaching an orgasm. I loved my wife more that I could have imagined possible.
Madhuri, relieved of touching her own vagina, started pulling both of her own nipples hard as her clenching pussy rode me. I could feel her muscles fluttering as she drove herself through a series of mini-orgasms until a deep, powerful come shook her entire body. Her fresh juices leaked freely out of her pussy around my dick.
Exhausted, she rolled off of me and Sanjana took her place. Sanjana’s familiar pussy was sopping wet and she slipped me into her easily. I was still very aroused from Madhuri’s intense explosion and Sanjana played on that to drive me higher. She started talking dirty to me as she pounded me in and out of her riding pussy.
“You liked fucking her didn’t you? Kissing her and then me, touching our breasts, sucking our pussies. You’d probably like to watch me lick her pussy again”
Sanjana was using every trick in the book to drive me wild, as if I could be any more turned on by this point. Finally she pulled off all of the gloves and virtually forced me to fill her aching pussy. She turned from her back to her side I now had one leg between my legs an done leg lover my chest as I fucked her. In this new position she was close enough to Madhuri’s pussy that she buried her face into the waiting orgasmed pussy and started licking it in earnest. Madhuri started moaning again and to me it seemed like truly she hadn’t had sex in ages.
“Cum in me,” she commanded suddenly. “Cum and then I’ll sit on Madhuri’s face and let you watch her lick me clean. Watch your cum leak out of me and into her mouth.”
The image was electrifying. I felt my groin bunch up and release, blasting spurt after spurt up her pussy. She gripped my dick tightly with her vaginal muscles, coaxing every drop out, then pulled off of me and swiftly straddled Madhuri’s face in a 69 position. As Madhuri’s tongue slipped out to part Sanjana’s pussy lips, Sanjana released her muscles and let a stream of my sticky semen ooze out of her crack into Madhuri’s waiting mouth.
Madhuri swallowed rapidly, licking and sucking Sanjana until she came fiercely, grinding her clit into Madhuri’s face and smearing her lipstick. Come, pussy cream, and saliva covered Madhuri’s mouth. Sanjana slid off of her and pulled all three of our heads together for a messy kiss.
She pulled Madhuri towards her and leaned forward began French kissing her. It was a sloppy kiss, as Madhuri shared the remnants of my cum with my wife. They kissed passionately for a couple of minutes, my come smearing across their faces, and when they finally broke off, Sanjana made a point of swallowing obviously to show that she had gotten the last of my load. I was easily back to a semi-hard state right away, and again enjoying my fantasy come true.
The girls then turned their attention on me and started to lick off my cock. To feel two mouths on my cock was a heavenly experience. Sanjana took my whole cock in her mouth and Madhuri licked my balls. Sanjana took my cock out and licked down one side of my shaft as Madhuri liked up the other side. As Madhuri took my cock in, now Sanjana was licking my balls. It was as if the girls’ minds were working as one, with the sole goal to make me go nuts.
I had just cum a few moments ago, but the horniness of the whole day and night was already letting me feel the pressure buildup again. The girls then kissed each other which my cock in the middle and their tongues rubbing my shirts. that just drove my mind wild and my was rock hard by now. Their lips locked, the girls moved their mouths up and down together, stroking me. I was oozing pre-cum and felt it being licked of by both tongues.
As if this wasn’t enough, Sanjana then held my cock at the base and took my took in her mouth again. But she wasn’t just sucking it, she was screwing her mouth with my cock, twisting her head while moving it up and sucking it. Her mouth made a wet slurping sound as my cock popped out of her mouth. She then kissed Madhuri who’s hand was now wrapped around my glistening member and pumping me furiously. They girls broke their kiss and Madhuri was fucking her mouth with my cock.
The three of us were lost in the sexual frenzy of the night. I ran my fingers through their hairs as their tongues; mouths and hands made my cock the center of their attention. There were sounds of sex and ecstasy in the room but none of us were saying anything comprehensible. Only groans of pure lust escaped our throats.
“I’m gonna cum,” I finally managed as I felt my balls boiling with the pressure again.
“Cum in Madhuri’s mouth,” Sanjana commanded.
She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and starting pumping me furiously, aiming my tip towards Madhuri.
“Open your mouth Madhuri,” Sanjana said again. It was obvious she loved being in charge here. In my haze, I saw that as Madhuri opened her mouth and came near my mouth, I short my first glob out which landed on her lower lips. Sanjana did a great job to aiming most of my spurts into her mouth then the furiously kissing her cum filled mouth and plunging her tongue in. The girls again swapped my cum back and forth as they kissed and each swallowed their share before returning to my cock and cleaning me off completely. Exhausted, I pulled the two girls up and we lay on the bed naked, spent and extremely satisfied.
After resting for a while, we ordered some room service and had some light snacks. The awkwardness gone, the comfort level between the three of us was amazing. WE spent the while night having sex many times over till the sun came up. In the morning, Madhuri bid us good bye. We exchanged contact information and offered her to come visit us anytime. We hugged each other and the girls shared one final kiss.
After Madhuri left our room, Sanjana looked at me and then jumped me and kissed me with the most passionate kiss she could muster.
“I love you, you know that don’t you?” She said lovingly.
“Yea I’m beginning to think you do,” I said with a twinkle in my eye.
We spent the rest of the hours having one more passionate love making session, before taking a shower and packing up to leave. We checked out of the hotel and got home uneventfully. Keeping with the saying that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, we never discussed this with anyone though Sanjana and I often think about that vacation and fuck each other brainless.