Wife Ka Group Sex (Part 2)

Dear all I am regular reader of ISS, and many stories I have seen which inspired me to write my life experience when I was working in a leading telecom company in USA. I am RAJA, any female, who need a good friend in USA, especially in California, who want to have sex with me can mail me at

HERE IS THE PART 2 OF THE STORY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”Ohhhh….. Mr.Sharma! Lick my pussy!” I begged.

Then Mr.Sharma removed my fingers away and pulled my pussy-lips wide with strong, thick fingers. He slid his tongue out and licked my slit as I gasped and arched hard, my mouth jerking open, my head arching back. My hands flew to my breasts and I crushed them taut. Mr.Sharma’s tongue rippled up and down my wet pussy. His tongue swirled and rolled, twisted this way and that, flicked at my gorged clitoris. I gasped and I bit back of my hand to keep from screaming, writhing and thrashing erotically on the bed, my hips bucking and jerking. Mr.Sharma’s tongue narrowed to a sharp spade point and he pressed it deep into my pussy. My hips bucked savagely.”Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes!” I cried.

My head jerked to one side, my mouth was wide open, my eyes were closed, my nostrils flared. My breathing was ragged and heavy. I clenched Mr.Sharma’s head, pinning it in my pussy. Mr.Sharma slid two fingers into my pussy and started tongue- and finger-fucking me simultaneously. I went wild. My body thrashed and heaved on the bed, my head jerking from side to side, my back arching and falling, my breasts bouncing as I rocked and jerked up and down as though I was being fucked.

“Oh god yes do it do it … ohhh god yes … lick my cunt, darling! Ohhh yes!”

Mr.Sharma’s tongue was superbly practiced. He maneuvered it in my pussy-flesh skillfully, flicking at my clitoris, rippling up and down my pussy, licking my cunt-lips, jabbing in and out. His tongue took different shapes, worked at different lengths. His head rolled and moved up and down between my thighs as his fingers pumped and wriggled in my cunt. I clenched his head and moved it round and round in my pussy, hissing in pleasure as the waves of pleasure steadied to a rhythm. I caressed my swollen breasts excitedly.

“Mmm … yes … oh that’s wonderful, Mr.Sharma … yes … oh fuck yes… god … ohhh yes … do it, lover … lick my slit! Ahhh yes!”

His tongue never stopped whipping and dancing up and down, in and out. Then he would pause to suck at my clitoris again. I wasn’t sure how he did what he did next, but I felt my clitoris between his lips and began to rapidly stroke his tongue back and forth across it. I again bit back of my hand to keep from screaming. I realized that he had perhaps two fingers of his hand inside me. But I didn’t care, because at that moment, I experienced the most intense orgasm and my hips came off the bed wildly at his face. My hands, one on the back of his head, the other at my mouth was waving almost uselessly. My eyes rolled back and my toes curled down- ward. I remember saying things through my heaving breaths like, “Yes, Oh, Mr.Sharma. Oh yes.” and every now and then I hooted out a ,”hooooomm…mmm …ohhhh…” and such as that. As the throes of release began to fade Mr.Sharma continued to lick as I just stroked his head. The hand over my mouth was now in repose across my eyes to shut out the light which seemed to have become somehow too intense to look at. Next Mr.Sharma lifted his head to look up over my body to my flushed face. I could hear his fingers being removed from my squishy wet pussy. “Like it?” Mr.Sharma asked. “Love it.” I affirmed.

Finally, he stopped his oral ministrations and took my legs and put them back on the bed. He simply continued to kneel at my feet, waiting for me to recover from the ecstasy that had overwhelmed me. I gave him a weak little smile.

” Sheela you taste like nectar,” Mr.Sharma said. “It’s like honey from a hive.”

He kissed me and said, “You are so sexy, I want to make love to you.”

Now I know what is going to happen and suddenly I also had an idea. ” Sorry Mr.Sharma, I will not allow that” I replied.

“Sorry?. Sheela! If you don’t allow then I will not sign your husband’s transfer order.”

Then I said. ” Sign the transfer order and then make love to me.”

But Mr.Sharma knows that once he signs the paper he will not have any control over me. But he does not know that I will “go all the way” for getting the papers signed.

Then I thought that I will give Mr.Sharma an erotic show and force him to sign the transfer order. I slowly rubbed my slick pussy and pressed my hard clit between my wet labia. I was feeling very sexy and spread my legs as if to allow some unseen admirer to peak one me and watch my pussy. In my minds eye my admirer was a small virgin boy aged 17 (“Have you read that story?”) and I could see him licking his lips with anticipation. Lost in my daydream I started to squeeze my tits and pull my now erect nipples making me very hot. I really gave my breasts a workout as my hand went between my legs and stroked my pussy. Soon I was having another orgasm as my fingers pumped my soaking pussy and then again I viciously frigged my clit with my thumb and worked on my now swollen breasts with my other hand. As I descended from the heights of my climax I sensed Mr.Sharma standing opposite me watching my self fulfillment with obvious lust. I knew from Mr.Sharma’s expression he was appreciating the show. Next I briefly rubbed my mound slipping my finger over my clit. Moving to the edge of the bed where Mr.Sharma was standing I let him have a long looks at my full tits and firm hard body. When Mr.Sharma put his arm around my shoulders I know that he will do whatever I wanted him to do. But I have to lead him on thinking that he can fuck me only when he signed the transfer orders. I leaned into him and kissed his mouth. Mr. Sharma was an expert seducer and he softly caressed my shoulders with his hand as he cupped my breast and fondled me to frenzy. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths as I reached for and found his cock, cupping the balls and fondling them.

“C’mon, Sheela! Suck my cock head!” he grunted.

I fondled his penis lovingly, masturbating him with a steady rhythm. His penis throbbed and stirred and began to swell. I licked it gently, steadily, and then my lips parted and slipped about the cock-head. He grunted and grinned and moved my head up and down. I sucked his cock steadily, then faster and faster. His erection ballooned in my mouth. Rising, I squeezed my breasts in a sheath around his cock and masturbated him briefly with my breasts before resuming sucking his cock.

“Mm, yeh … suck it … suck it good, Sheela,” he murmured. “Mm … yeh … that’s it … suck it … suck it, my love!”

I whimpered deep in my throat, caressed my breasts and my hand slid into my pussy and I masturbated gently. After several minutes, Mr.Sharma pushed my head away.

“Time to fuck, Sheela,” he chuckled. “Come on.”

I got to my feet and, turning around, went to his desk. I took Rohith’s transfer paper in my left hand and my right hand stroked my pussy.

” You can fuck this honey filled pussy, Mr.Sharma if you sign the paper now. I am not a cheat like you, and I will surely let you fuck me. But if you do not sign I am going home. Don’t think you can fool me all the time. If you sign now, maybe we can have a good time later also.”

I showed him the transfer paper in my left hand and my right hand was caressing my body. I think Mr. Sharma was getting hot seeing me rubbing myself, my hand rolling over my flat belly and then moving along to stroke the insides of my thighs, moving ever closer to my now sopping pussy. As my clit got harder, my pussy became swollen with passion and hot slippery love juice flowed across my pussy lips and down my thigh. I moaning with pleasure slipped a finger into my pussy and began slowly fucking myself as I watched for any reaction from Mr.Sharma. As my finger became covered with my love juice, I raised it to my mouth and run my tongue around it licking off my juices before returning it to my cunt continuing to fuck myself. My pussy got hotter and hotter, swelling with the love juices flowing as I watched Mr.Sharma’s cock getting very hard. Suddenly I cried “Oh Goddd I”m cumming again. “.

” Yes My Sheela darling. I will sign the paper for you. And then I will fuck you”. Mr.Sharma said excitedly

I went near him, and lifted my breasts with my hands in wanton offering.

” Yes. Mr.Sharma ,” I murmured. “Fuck me.”

Smiling slightly, Mr.Sharma took the papers. He went to his desk and at last signed the papers. I went along with him and took back the papers to put it inside my handbag

” Now are you happy? Sheela darling.”

” Yes Mr.Sharma. I am very happy that my Rohith will be with me very soon”

Mr.Sharma tilted my face to his and kissed me, slowly, deeply, and sexily. His big hands slid up my curved body and cupped my breasts. My fingers trickled down his belly and caressed the penis and balls gently, deftly. He caressed and squeezed my breasts. Groaning, I bent my head and sucked his nipples gently, teething and tonguing them. Mr.Sharma smiled slightly and said.

“God, I want you Sheela,” he murmured. “I want you!”

” Ohh…. Mr.Sharma. I almost forgot. We can’t make love now. I don’t have any contraceptives with me and I will get pregnant. We will have this later.” I said hoping that he will also agree to this. At last I can escape from this treacherous man.

” Don’t worry. Sheela. I am always prepared”. He replied with a wicked smile

He pulled open a hidden cabinet under the bed. It was filled with many condoms and other oils. Now I was sure that he was fucking other woman employees of his company as well. When Rohith told me about Mr.Sharma and his misdeeds I did not believe him. I could not believe that he was a womanizer since he had a wife, two teenaged daughters and a son.( One of his daughter became my lesbian lover later)

” I will put on this thin condom so that I can feel your warm pussy on me.” He smiled like a devil.

Mr.Sharma pushed me onto my back on the bed. Then he began rubbing his cock on my pussy. Then his buttocks flexed slowly and his hips swung forward. His cock-head squeezed between my cunt-lips, and burst into my body. I cried out wanting to shut out his cock from my pussy. My pussy was only for my Rohith and now it is being invaded by another man’s penis. I cried, I cried, I cried.

Mr.Sharma chuckled softly and eased his hips forward and down. His cock disappeared into my flesh. I moaned thickly, my head rolling languorously from shoulder to shoulder. Deeper and deeper it went, till it was embedded to the hilt. Then he began to fuck me, slowly and heavily, his buttocks flexing and unflexing and his hips swung back and forth in a steady, unhurried rhythm. His condom covered cock glistened as it went in and out of my pussy. Each hand supporting him, Mr.Sharma fucked me masterfully, in total, awesome control. Under him, I groaned and gasped, writhing and panting, my chest heaving, my body jerking and rocking under his fluid thrusts.

” Yesss. Fuck, your cunt is hot, Sheela baby …”

Mr.Sharma built up speed slowly. I cried out and my body jerked and lurched on the bed. His hips rocked and swung back and forth and his buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully as he drove his hard penis in and out of my pussy. He never took his eyes off my face. His hands slid up and down my slender body, caressing my heavy, bouncing breasts, crushing them and making me whimper and writhe ecstatically. Even though my mind was crying, my body was responding to his thrust. My hips juddered and heaved up and down to his groin. My hands roamed his chest and shoulders and hips, gripped his buttocks, pulling him deeper into my flesh. My motions smoothened and matched his in perfect syncopation.

“This is terrific,” he smiled, his eyes glittering with lust.

“You’re fabulous. Sheela ” he murmured. “You are very good. Now. Faster.”

He bent forward; his arms outstretched, and began to move even faster. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, his cock grinding deep into my cunt. As he moved in, he swung his hips in tight circles, entering me from all angles. I gasped and cried out. His balls pressed to my cunt-lips with each thrust. He went faster and faster and his head arched back and he groaned in pleasure. Faster still, and now he was ramming and reaming greedily into me. I clenched his biceps and gasped and he cried out loudly.

“Ohhhhh yes yes yes Ohhh god yes Sheela babyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

Mr. Sharma began to climax and I could feel my hot pussy milking his penis and making him blast his sperm. Instantly Mr.Sharma froze still, feeling that hot sperm gushing out, filling the condom, surrounding his cock in the bath of his own juices. For over a minute he lay there until he regained some strength, and as the final drops continued to ooze out of him, he slowly and futilely attempted to begin fucking again, but simply did not have the strength to do it. He managed a few weak attempts, and with a final groan, fell limply on top of me, and with his last breath, he sprawled over onto his side, as his cock pulled free from my drenched pussy.

After a few minutes I happened to see the clock. It was 4:00!!! We have been locked in the room for almost 2 hrs. I thought of other employees talking about me. My son would be home in about forty-five minutes and I have to be at home by that time. I explained to Mr.Sharma and he agreed to let me go. He kissed me, first on my pussy, then on each nipple, and finally ending on my mouth.

I got dressed up and silently left the room. Fortunately no other employees saw me leaving the office.After reaching home I locked the door and sat under the shower to remove all the dirty feelings I had on my body and to soothe my aching pussy.

Next day Rohith telephoned me from Delhi with the happy news that he is coming back home. He told me that Mr.Sharma himself had informed him about his transfer back to bangalore and he will be with me in 2 days time.

Now I was confused. Rohith my hubby, my lover, my darling is coming back to be with me. Should I tell him that Mr.Sharama used me and may use me again. If I tell Rohith, I am sure he will divorce me like any other Indian husband. All unhappy thoughts were flashing inside my mind. After careful thought I decided not to tell him since life without Rohith is unthinkable. Only my body has been used and in my mind I am pure. If Mr.Sharma called me again I will tell Rohith. With this firm decision, I decided to forget about this incident.

Two days later, on Friday morning my hubby Rohith arrived from Delhi – he fell on me the minute he arrived and, laughing, I tormented him, teasing and flirting with him till he was mad with lust. As my son has already left for school and since we were alone in our new flat, I gave in and he fucked me like one possessed. I arched in evidently unfaked pleasure under him and made him go faster, harder, deeper. We fucked all morning, skipped lunch, and fucked all afternoon. By three after noon, we were ravenous and I have not cooked anything. Rohith ordered pizza from Pizza Corner. It took thirty-five minutes to arrive and we used the time to fuck again, and he took me from behind, pounding his inflamed penis in and out of my pussy, crushing my swinging breasts in his hands. I orgasmed violently and he jerked out of my buttocks, on my anus, then slid his cock into my pussy again just as the pizza delivery boy rang the bell. Cursing softly, Rohith went to the door while I put on a nighty and stepped into the bathroom.

Dear all I am regular reader of ISS, and many stories I have seen which inspired me to write my life experience when I was working in a leading telecom company in USA. I am RAJA, any female, who need a good friend in USA, especially in California, who want to have sex with me can mail me at /cdn-cgi/l/email-protection” class=”__cf_email__” data-cfemail=”4133202b206f38203228332c24292c2e2e25013820292e2e6f222e2c”>[email protected]