Amar Akbar Antony and their Wives – Part 1

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My name is Amar. I am from the city of Hyderabad in India. It all started when I was 25 years old. I am 5ft 10 tall and whitish with a decent body. I was not an avid workout person but did enough to maintain a flat belly and muscles in the right places.

I work in the software industry and make a decent amount of money. After being married for 6 months, I finally decided to take my wife on a honeymoon. We decided to go to the Maldives for a few days to enjoy the romantic and peaceful beaches.

My wife’s name is Aarti. She is a modern woman but also conservative regarding certain topics. She is of average height, about 5ft 5in, fair and plump. She has a curvy figure. She has big, firm round-shaped tits, a little bit of belly fat and a big round ass.

Her ass is in full glory when she wears tight jeans or yoga pants. She has a great figure, and many guys would drool over her. When we go to the shopping malls, no matter what she wears, saree or kurta or Jeans, I could see a lot of guys lusting over her.

I would get angry initially. But later, I started feeling proud that I was getting to fuck such a hottie. Aarti was comfortable wearing Jeans but was not a big fan of shorts and miniskirts. She was aware of all the attention she got and worried that wearing shorts or miniskirts would only worsen.

But I wanted to see her in sexy clothes in the Maldives. So we did a lot of shopping and got her a new wardrobe for the Maldives. I even convinced her to buy a red bikini though she protested against it. We were all ready for our trip.

We landed in the Maldives as scheduled. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Aarti wore a shirt and jeans, as wearing sexy clothes was prohibited on the main island. Once you reach your resort, you can wear anything you like.

We were to be transferred to our resort by boat. Our resort staff at the airport picked us up. As we reached our boat, we already saw two other couples in the boat. As we got into the boat and took a seat, we started our 15 minutes journey to our resort.

One of the couples was a white couple. They looked a little older than us. Probably in their late 20’s. The guy was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He had broad shoulders and a well-built body. It appeared like he was a fitness freak. The girl’s body was also well-toned, but not as much as her partner.

She had an oval-shaped face with blue eyes and pink lips. She was wearing a white semi-transparent dress to her knees. I could see a bit of her cleavage and make out her black bikini inside her dress. She had decent-sized boobs but not as big as Aarti. Her belly was flat. She was just like a Hollywood actress.

The other couple was a Muslim couple. The guy was tall, fair and handsome. He looked so handsome that any girl would go crazy for him. Even I wouldn’t mind going gay to be with him. On the other side, the girl wore a burqa, covering herself, including her face. If the guy was so handsome, I wondered how pretty the girl must be.

After 5 minutes of our boat ride, the resort staff announced that we were far away from the main island. We could get into comfortable clothes if we’d like to. It appeared that the white girl was waiting for this very announcement. As soon as she heard it, she stood up and let her dress go.

She was sitting across me in her black bikini, barely covering 5% of her body. Parts of her boobs were peeking out of her top. Her thighs were neatly shaven and were very sexy. I couldn’t stop myself from ogling her body. I could feel my cock stiffening looking at her.

After a few seconds, I got back to my senses. I turned my head towards the Muslim couple to distract myself from the white girl. As soon as I turned my head, I got another shock. The Muslim girl was removing her burqa.

She got rid of her burqa completely and packed it in her bag. I was stunned to see her. She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She was tall, fair and skinny. She had a round face with brown eyes and lips full of red lipstick. She was wearing a tight red t-shirt and torn denim shorts.

Her shorts were barely covering her sexy thighs. Her thighs were sexier than the white girl’s. But her physique was not the sexiest. She had the smallest boobs of the three. I never expected her to be dressed so sexily under that burqa.

I thought that burqas should be banned because they were hiding away such amazing beauty. She looked like she was in her early 20s. Around 21 or 22. Looking at her, I couldn’t control my cock anymore. It stiffened up and I had to work hard to hide it from others.

I was lost in admiring and ogling the beauties in front of me. I was brought back to this world when our boat jumped over a big wave.

Antony: Woah. That was crazy.

Me: It is scary. I have never been this far in the ocean before.

Antony: Don’t worry. Boat rides are usually rough, especially in the ocean.

Me: I hope we will make it safely to our resort.

Antony: I am sure we will. These resort guys do it every day. Anyways, which part of India are you guys from?

Me: We are from Hyderabad in South India.

Antony: I thought so. I was guessing somewhere in south India.

Me: How did you guess we were from South India?

Antony: Back home, I have a lot of friends from both North and South India. So I can easily identify people from different parts of India.

Me: That’s awesome. Where are you from?

Antony: We are from London. I am Antony, and this is my girlfriend, Ashley. We are here for a much-needed vacation.

Me: Nice to meet you guys. I am Amar, and this is my wife, Aarti. We are here on our honeymoon.

Antony: That’s amazing. Congratulations. If I may ask, is it an arranged marriage?

Me: Thank you. And yes. It is an arranged marriage. Do you have an idea about it?

Antony: Of course I do. Even in London, many of my Indian friends have arranged marriages. Although, I find it strange. So how long have you known each other?

Me: Six months. From the day we got married.

Antony: Wow. That’s crazy. That’s something I can never do. But it’s an interesting custom you guys still follow even in this generation. I am guessing this is your first trip as a couple. It is going to be fun. Enjoy your honeymoon in the Maldives.

Me: Thank you. You have fun too.

Antony: And where are you guys from, if I may ask?

Akbar: We are from Pakistan. I am Akbar, and this is my wife, Alia. We are on our honeymoon too.

Antony: Oh great. Congratulations to you too. Enjoy your honeymoon.

As we were done introducing ourselves, we reached our resort. After carrying out the necessary formalities, we checked into our room. It was an amazing room with a beautiful view – a cottage right on the water. Aarti and I loved the room.

We were tired from the journey, but we got very excited as soon as we saw the room. I locked the door behind us and pulled Aarti onto me. I hugged her tight and kissed her on the lips. She responded by sucking on my lips.

After kissing each other passionately for 5 minutes, I finally let her go to catch some breath.

Aarti: Getting very excited, I see.

Me: Yes. This amazing room, and even more amazing you in the room, is getting me very excited. I can’t wait to get you naked and fuck you.

The real reason was the two sexy ladies I had seen earlier and their effect on my cock. My cock was throbbing and begging me to use it.

Aarti: What is the hurry? Let us freshen up first.

Me: No. No. I can’t wait for that long. We can fuck while freshening up.

Aarti: You don’t listen only when you think with your cock. At least let me have a quick shower.

Me: Let us have a shower together. Come here. Let me help you with your clothes.

I pulled her closer. I removed her shirt buttons one by one from top to bottom. I removed the shirt and threw it on the bed. She was wearing a black bra. I kissed all over her neck and boobs, and bra while scratching her back with my fingers.

Then, I turned her around and unhooked her bra with my mouth and licked and kissed all over her back. I bit her a few times, and she let out a sigh of pain and pleasure. Then, I turned her again and came across her big, round tits and dark brown nipples.

Her nipples were erect, and were begging me to suck them. I took one boob into my mouth and kissed and sucked on it while I brushed and pinched the other nipple. This aroused her a lot and got her into the mood.

After sucking on her boobs for a while, I moved on to her stomach and licked her belly button. Then, I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down both her jeans and panty at a time. I observed her neatly shaven brown pussy lips. They were overflowing with her juices.

I kissed and licked her pussy lips. Then, I pushed my tongue into her pussy and tongue fucked her for a few minutes. Her hands were on my head and were pulling my hair in excitement. After a few minutes, I stood up and got undressed too. Then, we walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

The hot water touched both our bodies. I kissed her again on the lips while I pushed my finger into her pussy. While finger fucking her, I licked all over her boobs, licking the water droplets. After a few minutes of finger fucking her, I put my head near her pussy and tongue fucked her till she orgasmed.

I licked her juices along with water from the shower. I stood up and kissed her on the lips giving her a taste of her juices. She started stroking my cock and balls with her hands. Then, she kneeled and licked my balls first and then took my cock into her mouth and sucked on it for a few minutes.

I loved the feeling of getting a blowjob under a shower. After a few minutes, my cock begged for a pussy, and I pulled her up. She faced the wall and took support from the wall while giving my cock access to her pussy from behind.

I pushed my cock into her pussy and stroked fiercely. After fucking her in that position for a few minutes, she changed and bent, taking support on the bathtub. I continued stroking her vigorously while fondling her tits from behind.

After fucking her for a few minutes and giving her an orgasm, I finally cummed in her pussy. As I removed my cock from her pussy, she jumped on it and licked it clean. Then, she washed it clean under the shower.

Then, she applied soap over my body and washed it clean. I returned the favor by washing her clean. I applied soap to her boobs and played with them for a few minutes while cleaning them. That was the first time I had sex in a shower, and I loved it.

We never got a chance to experience it at home as our bathrooms were tiny. We wrapped ourselves in a single towel while hugging each other and walked into the bedroom. Her tits were crushing on my chest, and I loved that feeling. By the time we got out of the bathroom, our food was ready.

We had food while being naked. I was playing with her boobs the whole time. After our intense session of sex and having good food, we got drowsy and fell asleep hugging each other. I woke up after an hour. Aarti was still asleep. I didn’t want to disturb her. I got dressed and walked out of the room.

Another reason I walked out of the room was because I wanted to watch a cricket match. After many years there was an India vs Pakistan cricket match. I wanted to watch it in the bar as Aarti wouldn’t let me watch peacefully.

As I walked into the bar, I saw that the match had just begun, and Akbar was already at the bar. I gestured if I could sit with him, and he welcomed me to join him. I wanted to experience the feeling of watching the match with a Pakistani.

As the match progressed, we talked about various things. From politics to Bollywood stars. Cricket players to history. We even argued about the best player, Babar Azam or Virat Kohli. It was an interesting experience to talk to him.

I had never met another Pakistani before. After talking to him, I realized that they don’t hate us as much as we are led to believe. After a while, even Antony joined us. It was a weird combination. An Indian, Pakistani and Englishman watching India vs Pakistan match together.

As the match progressed, Antony told us about his life in London. After an hour or so, the match was over. We already had a couple of beers each.

Me: So, I heard that most girls in Pakistan are very pretty. Is it true?

Akbar: I think so, brother. Or at least from the city I am and in my social circle, most girls are very pretty. That is why we make them wear a burqa so that no one misbehaves with them.

Me: Oh yes. That burqa. That’s a nice disguise you got there. I never expected Alia to be dressed in such a fashion under that burqa.

Akbar: Haha. She usually doesn’t. But occasionally, when we go out partying or go to places like these, she does.

Me: Oh, Nice. Do you guys party a lot? And do all the girls dress in such a manner under the burqa?

Akbar: I wouldn’t say all, but quite a few do. Especially in my friends’ circle. We come from a well-off family. So, we do party and follow western culture a lot.

Me: Ok. That’s good to know – lucky you guys. To be honest, I am jealous of you both.

Antony: Why so?

Me: Alia is probably the prettiest girl I have ever seen. And Ashley, she looks like a Hollywood actress. You guys are lucky to have such a wife and girlfriend. Not just them. Most of the girls in your country are pretty and sexy.

Me: But in India, the number of pretty girls is much less than the population we have. So the competition is pretty high, and many guys fight to be with the pretty girl. I had to wait for a long time to find a decent girl like Aarti.

Antony: Aarti is a pretty woman.

Me: She is good-looking and has a decent fan following at home, but come on, brother, don’t lie. She is nothing compared to Alia or Ashley.

Antony: I don’t agree, mate. You shouldn’t compare one woman to another. Everyone is beautiful in their way. I think Aarti is a very attractive woman. Especially her figure.

Antony: To be honest, I have a thing for women from the subcontinent. That is why I spend a lot of time with them back home. I wish Aarti had also belonged to our group.

Me: What do you mean?

Antony: Back home, our friends have these swap parties. They are amazing. That is where I met a lot of Indian and Pakistani couples. We do a lot of crazy things at those parties.

Me: Oh wow. Sounds exciting. What sort of things?

Antony: We exchange our partners for the night. We have wild sex with our new partners and end the party with group sex and orgies.

Akbar and I were shocked as soon as we heard that. The effect of alcohol had vanished.

Me: What the fuck! Is it for real? I read about such stuff in erotica and saw it in porn. But I never thought that it would happen in real life.

Antony: It is real, my brother. We have those parties regularly. And not just our group but many people in London do that. It is more common than you’d think.

Me: Oh fuck! That’s crazy. Now, I hate myself even more. I wish I was born in London and was a part of your crazy parties.

Antony: Don’t worry mate. We can have one of those parties here if you’d like.

Me: What do you mean?

Antony: We can swap our partners.

Me: You would let me fuck Ashley? And you would be ok with it?

Antony: Of course. I have seen her fuck many guys right in front of my eyes. You can do anything you want with her. But, I would also like to explore Aarti. She has such an amazing figure. Those big round tits and ass. Ever since I saw her on the boat, I have lusted after her.

This was the first time anyone talked about my wife in such a sexual way, right to my face. Instead of getting angry, I got excited. I could have sex with Ashley. Antony talking about my wife’s tits and ass excited me.

Me: I would do anything to fuck Ashley. But, I am not so sure about my wife. She is a conservative woman and reluctant about things related to sex. It took me six months to convince her to suck my cock and fuck her in the asshole. I don’t know if I will be able to convince her to be a part of a swap party.

Antony: Just try and see. You will be surprised, brother. It is usually women who get more excited about such stuff. Initially, they are shy and unwilling, but once they experience it, they will want more and more.

Me: Umm. Let’s see. I will try talking to her tonight and let you know.

Antony: To inspire you, let me show you a small video.

He pulled out his phone and played a video. I was stunned to see it. Akbar was also peeping in.

The video began with Antony’s face, and then he turned the camera to show the other side. Ashely was naked and riding another guy’s cock while sucking on Antony’s cock. I couldn’t see her boobs clearly, but they were jiggling as she rode him like a wild horse.

It was just a small 1 minutes clip, and my cock was rock solid within no time. I could see Akbar sweating and a small bulge forming in his shorts. Seeing Ashely in a bikini made me go mad. Now, seeing her enjoy two cocks made me go insane. I decided to convince Aarti by hook or crook and fuck Ashley.

But I also wanted to fuck Alia. Her pretty and innocent-looking face was stuck in my mind.

Me: What do you think, Akbar? Do you want to join us?

Akbar: Of course, I want to. I would love to experience such stuff.

Antony: Good. So we have our little group here then. Ashley would be delighted to enjoy with you guys. You guys talk to your wives and let me know. We can plan accordingly.

Me: Ok, done. We will meet here at 11 in the morning. I will let you know what Aarti thinks about it, and then we can plan.

I felt very happy because I would get to fuck both Alia and Ashley. All I had to do was convince Aarti of this crazy sexscapade.