“Cum… cum on! Come on, honey, we should go outside. Let’s get adventurous,” said she while unzipping the curtain.
“What?! Why? What if any of your family members catches us?” I said while I continued to fuck her from behind.
“Ah… Are you fucking scared?” she giggled. “We are engaged and soon to get married. They expect us to fuck. My mother is counting on it,” said she while turning around. Then without any warning, she got up, letting my dick fall out of her butt-hole.
“Come on, let’s give them what they want,” she said, grabbing my erection. Then both of us, while naked, stepped outside the tent.
At that moment we were on a camping trip in the middle of a forest. Actually, the trip was for her joint family to have fun together. They simply let me tag along since we were already engaged. When tents were being allocated, her father was totally against us sharing the tent.
But then I heard her mother whisper, “Our daughter is fast approaching forty. She is not getting any younger. Let them fuck! The sooner they have a baby, the better.”
It was around six in the morning when we stepped out of the tent. She cautiously looked around and then pulled my dick outside. I could see her legs shaking and her hands cold out of fear. Still, she wanted to be adventurous.
We walked deep in the forest until only a glimpse of the tents was visible. She was so scared that she had to relieve her nervous bladder before we resumed our action. It was the first time I was seeing her pee.
She made this “Pssst…” sound with her mouth while doing it. “It helps me to… better…ah!” she grabbed my arm as her eyes rolled back. She was enjoying this moment as if she was having an orgasm.
Once she was done, she cleaned herself with a leaf. Then pinning me against a tree trunk, she climbed on me while sticking my ten-inch cock inside her (Sorry for this shameless publicity, but it’s true. I have the biggest cock an Indian man can have). Grabbing her by her thighs, I made her bounce.
It was getting brighter with every passing minute. Fortunately, we were awake till late in the night singing, drinking, and dancing around a bonfire. So they weren’t going to wake up any time soon. She was getting wild, moving up and down until I was close.
“Ah! Joe!” I climaxed hard, shooting my cum on the door.
Once I was done pleasuring myself, this old memory faded away, bringing me back to the present. At that moment, I was in my restaurant’s washroom masturbating to the memory of my ex-wife Joe Marj.
I know Joe Marj is an unusual name for an Indian woman. Actually, she was little when her entire family moved to England. They wanted to blend in, so they had their names changed. She could have picked a simpler name. But she wanted to be adventurous even then.
She wanted to be unique. Her family let her do whatever she wanted without any objection.
“That bitch. She’s making me suffer even when she is not around.” I said while cleaning my cum stuck to the cubicle door with toilet paper.
We got separated two months ago. For the six months that we were married, life was fun. I wasn’t earning much. Joe was kind of the bread earner. Other than that, I took care of everything, the house, the cooking, and making sure my wife reached orgasm every time we fucked.
Actually, sex was the best part of our marriage. Perhaps this is what was keeping our broken boat afloat. Every time we fought, it was followed by hot passionate sex. Louder the argument, harder the fuck.
Our European neighbors complained several times. But we didn’t understand their language so we didn’t care.
One time we had an argument about our finances. So I decided to take the first job I could get, i.e., at a nearby restaurant. When I told her this happy news, she got pissed.
The truth is that I aspired to become an actor. But with a monster cock like mine, she wanted me to work in the porn industry to earn big money. Meanwhile, I was concerned about what her conservative Indian family would think of that.
“Fuck my Indian family!” said Joe. “Do this. Otherwise, our marriage is over.”
The argument seemed endless, so we ended up fucking again. She finally agreed to let me work at a restaurant. The money wasn’t a lot but decent enough to pay rent. But that would mean me working long hours at a restaurant.
So as her birthday gift, I gave her a vibrator, “For the times I am not around.” I said while sticking that white egg-shaped thing inside her vagina.
This was the biggest mistake of my life. Joe started using the vibrator a lot. All-day, every day. There were times when I would return home and say, “Come on, honey. Let’s make love.”
Suddenly she would start moaning uncontrollably, “Ah…ahh…ahhhh!” while pressing her hand on my shoulder till climax. She would breathe heavily, yawn, say, “I’m tired now,” and then go to sleep. Further, over time Joe realized that once we stopped having sex, she didn’t need me in her life.
The last argument we had ended with not us having sex but with her saying, “The job I need you for in my life, a vibrator can do it better.” This ended our marriage once and for all. I was sad to see her leave, but I understood her. Joe wanted a husband who could satisfy her, not just sexually but also financially.
I let her and I moved to a different part of the city, a new place, a new job, and a new life. There too I started working in a restaurant, a Kebab restaurant. Life seemed fun. I spent time with my new Indian friend Hodor (again, weird name, I know) and our restaurant owner, a nerdy young boy named Adam.
I had started forgetting her. Then today happened. Masturbating for the third time this evening, I stepped out of the common washroom. For the entire evening, a family had rented our restaurant for a birthday party. There were a lot of people attending the party.
Among them was this Indian woman, a chubby figure, brown-skinned, black hair. Further, she was wearing a sleeveless deep neck blouse under a transparent blue sari. At that moment, she looked exactly like my ex-wife. Watching her turned me on.
Here I need to tell you that my ex-wife Joe is not Indian. I mean, except for her appearance, nothing would indicate that she comes from India. She is a brat, a potty-mouth Brit, and a woman who dresses like an American slut. The only times she wore a sexy sari was whenever we had role-play sex.
Joe would pretend to be a hot Indian bhabhi. I would be the plumber/electrician/pizza delivery boy who would satisfy her. So whenever I saw Joe wearing a sari, I would get an instant erection. This got me into trouble one time, but that’s a story for some other day.
Having recently ejaculated, I went to clean the restaurant. The party was over, and all the guests had left. While I was doing my job, suddenly Joe showed up. She was looking through the glass window pressing her big tits against the glass. She was wearing a sari.
I shook my head, thinking I was hallucinating, and continued to work. Then at one point, she stepped in, “Did you miss me. Fuck boy!” she teased while spanking me to get my attention.
Me: Joe. Is that really you?
Joe: Why? Not happy? Was this monster cock expecting someone else?
She said while touching me inappropriately. I took a few steps back.
Me: What are you doing? Why did…?
She then threw herself at me. While hugging me, she whispered.
Joe: I missed you. I missed this.
She said while caressing my balls.
Joe: I need you to fuck me! Right here, right now! I’m your bitch!
Despite having masturbated recently, I was still sensing my dick get hard. I was happy to see Joe. I might have cursed her a lot when she walked out of our marriage. Still, I hoped that she would return. Finally, she has. I was so happy that I didn’t care who was looking, I went for a kiss.
She suddenly blocked my approach.
Joe: Not here, down there.
She said while pressing my hand against her quivering wet pussy. I was so excited to have her back. Fortunately, neither the owner Adam nor my friend Hodor was around. Quietly I took her back into the washroom cubicle.
Like some horny couple, we undressed and started kissing. “I missed this,” I said to myself while feeling her wet tongue inside my mouth. We tongue wrestled while I stuck my hand inside her pussy.
Joe was already wet and horny as hell. She then went on to kiss my hairy chest. I was so happy at that moment.
Me: I’m glad you came back. I think we can work it out and live a happy life together.
Joe: What?
She stopped kissing.
Joe: Don’t get me wrong. I’m here for just some cold, meaningless fuck. Don’t get any wrong signals.
Me: Fuck what?!
I couldn’t believe what she was saying. Suddenly my legs felt weak as I fell hard on the pot seat. The surge of pain and reddening of my butt was nothing in comparison to the mental slap Joe just gave me.
Joe lifted my hand to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples.
Joe: Listen. It’s been two months since we last had sex. I know you want it to. Then why not fuck shamelessly. No strings attached.
I did not understand what she was saying. Actually, I did understand, but I did not like it. I had an urge to drag her naked body out of the restaurant and throw her in front of homeless men as a way to punish her.
But she was not wrong in saying that I wanted it too. While I gently squeezed her C-cup breasts, my dick was getting harder.
I held my breath, clearing my thoughts.
Joe: So what is it?
Me: Okay. Get on your knees, bitch!
Suddenly I had this change of attitude. The moment she got down, I grabbed her by her hair and stuck my erection inside her mouth. Then I started moving her head to fuck her deep throat.
I was forcing her this blowjob, making tears come out of her eyes. Yet when I pulled her mouth out for a break, that bitch said, “Don’t stop.”
“Stop!” said a male voice.
It was coming from outside. When we looked up, an angry face was staring down at us from over the cubicle partition. He tried unlocking the door from outside but couldn’t. That huge six-feet tall guy was Hodor, my close friend. Still, for some reason, he seemed pissed.
I have seen this huge intimidating guy beat the shit out of homeless people. So when he told us to open the cubicle door, I did that without question.
Joe: Brother, what are you doing here?
Hodor: Hi, cuz. How’s life?
He grinned while scanning her buck-naked body top to bottom. Hodor’s wide smile displayed a shiny silver tooth. He is kind of the local gangster of the neighborhood.
Although I did not know Joe and Hodor were related. I guess having weird names runs in the family. He wasn’t there during our camping trip, so how could I know?
Suddenly Joe felt ashamed as she covered her butt with her clothes. Meanwhile, I was simply seated with my dick slapping against Joe’s cheek.
Watching Hodor made me lose my erection. On his instructions, both of us stepped outside the cubicle. He locked the washroom from inside and then simply stared at us. Joe used her clothes to cover her naughty bits. She was feeling very embarrassed.
Hodor: Looks like you two are getting back together.
Joe: No. It’s nothing like that. It’s just casual…
Although she said it, Joe didn’t seem to want to utter that last word. Hodor caught that.
Hodor: Casual haan. When I tried being casual with you, you refused, saying, ‘I’m your sister.’ But you are okay doing this with your ex-husband!
While our naked bodies pressed, I could feel Joe shaking and shivering. Then as expected, pee started leaking out of her pussy, trickling down her thigh.
Hodor: Gross!
He said, pushing her inside the cubicle. Both of us watched as Joe relieved herself. Hodor made a hissing sound to assist her motion. I could see Joe feel humiliated. Suddenly I thought, “I didn’t plan this, but this bitch deserves it.”
Joe started to get dressed and leave. Hodor did nothing to stop her. But I did.
Me: Joe. What we had between us is over. You won’t ever get to feel my dick inside your pussy, ever! Unless…
I paused to get both their attention.
Me: …unless you let Hodor have his way with you.
While Joe assessed the situation, I could see a huge erection in Hodor’s pants. The size of his tool dwarfed mine by inches. Joe didn’t want to, but she had to. She threw her clothes to the side and said, “Okay.”
With her approval, suddenly, Hodor took control. He made me lay on the sink-platform while Joe got on top in a 69 position. Immediately she started sucking my cock. Meanwhile, her pussy was hanging over my face.
Hodor being a huge guy, made me hold her body up to stick his tool in. The moment he slid it in, I could see Joe’s mouth tighten around my penis. With every thrust, he was making Joe squeak. Unfortunately, no sound came out as her mouth was gagged with my tool.
Hodor loved the moment. He was very rough pounding her ass while his huge nut-sack slapped against her crotch. Meanwhile, I could only watch. Joe’s clit was at least a foot away. I tried sticking out my tongue but couldn’t reach the target. Hodor noticed that, and so he used his hands to pull me up.
Immediately I used my tongue to lick her clit. I tried hard to not taste his cock, but from time to time, it happened. It was disgusting. The action continued for five long minutes.
Suddenly there was a knock on the washroom door. It was the nerdy Brit, our 26-years-old boss Adam.
Ada: I know you guys are in there. Come on. I need to lock the restaurant and leave. Guys, come on! I have a date.
The kind of weird kid Adam was, the only date he could have was with his right hand while watching Hodor did not hesitate to let him in. As huge as he was, he didn’t have to stop or move his feet to unlock the door.
Ada: What the fuck! Who is she?
Adam was shocked to see us having a threesome in this complex pose we might have picked from Kamasutra.
Me: She’s my ex-wife.
Hodor: (with pride) She’s my cousin.
Adam went quiet. He was disgusted by the thought of it.
“Ew! Why would you do that?” He said, looking at Joe. “That’s disgusting. Stop this and get out!”
On his instructions, all of us stopped. We tried getting dressed, but Hodor didn’t let us. He simply told Adam to turn off the restaurant lights so that no one from outside could see. Further, Adam locked the main door from outside and walked away. Meanwhile, we got comfortable on the floor.
The room was dark for people outside to see us but sufficiently illuminated for us to get a good view. After all this rough action, Joe had become comfortable fucking her cousin. When Hodor laid on the floor, Joe quickly went and sat on his cock.
Me: Man, what kind of a slut is she?
Adam: I know, right?
I was shocked to see Adam standing next to me. On top of that, he was wearing some night vision goggles as he stroked his cock while watching them. Apparently, Adam must have come inside from the back door.
The solo sex continued as Joe moaned uncontrollably. At times we saw passers-by stop and look for the source of moans. Fortunately, none of them were able to spot us.
Joe went down to shamelessly kiss her cousin. When she got up, she looked at me, saying, “Honey, come close.” She pulled me by my dick to resume the blowjob. Suddenly Hodor grabbed my feet and squeezed them hard. He was close to climax.
“Get up!” he shouted, making her stand. When Hodor’s dick erupted, we saw his cum fly high and stick to the ceiling. This is something we never experienced before.
“You’ll have to clean that tomorrow,” said Adam looking at Hodor while Adam continued to stroke his cock.
“Okay, boss.”
Once Joe was done with her cousin, next was my turn. I lifted her up, facing me, and pressed her against the wall. Joe was such a big horny bitch that even giant Hodor couldn’t force into submission. While I fucked her, she looked at Adam, saying, “You’re next.”
Adam: No. I’m saving myself for someone special.
Joe gave a disappointed look and then turned her attention to me. While we fucked she whispered, “Press me against the glass.”
I did as she asked. Our privacy was compromised. But Joe didn’t seem to care, just as she didn’t care when we fucked at the camping trip. Fortunately, nobody caught us both the time.
When I was close to climax, she told me to pull it out so that she could swallow my juices. Every time. It was half-past midnight when we were done with this hot fuck fest.
While parting ways, I wanted to ask Joe, “So what is our relationship status now?”
Sadly Hodor had his fat hand cupping her butt as he took her away. As I walked in the other direction, Adam showed me the recorded footage on his phone.
Adam: Look at the bright side.
Me: What bright side?
Adam: At least you got to fuck your ex-wife.
THE END
Thank you for reading the story. At this point, I want to say that this is not my story idea. A reader of mine gave me this scenario about an ex-wife, and I built a story around it. Still, do tell me what you think about it via email to /cdn-cgi/l/email-protection” class=”__cf_email__” data-cfemail=”9df5eff2f3e4f0fcf3aba4ddfaf0fcf4f1b3fef2f0″>[email protected]. You can read style=”color: #3366ff;” href=”https://www.indiansexstories2.net/incest/me-my-three-husbands/”>my other story here.
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