Desi Sex Stories Hi, this is Sanchari again. This time around, I have come back to share one more incident that happened some ten years back. It was a wife swap experience… or more than that, a partner exchange, involving me, my wife Archana, and our family friends, Pavan and Kumari.
I was thirty-two at the time, and Archana was twenty-eight. We were living in a penthouse, just the two of us. Two years before this incident, both Pavan and Kumari used to work in my office, and they were colleagues of mine.
They were in love with each other and always used to quarrel at the office. She was twenty-three and he was twenty-four, so he used to consider me as a big brother and would always come to me to settle their fights. Often, they would fight over very small things.
In that way, I became close to both of them. Slowly, they started coming to our house for dinners, and we used to go to movies and restaurants together. In that way, even my wife grew close to them. Soon, they decided to get married, but none of their families accepted their relationship, so they asked us to help them get married, and we did.
Soon, they became even closer to us after the marriage. Within a year, Kumari became pregnant, and by the end of that year, she had a baby. Because of that, she used to rely on my wife’s support.
Meanwhile, Pavan changed companies for higher pay, and I too moved to an MNC.
After six months, Kumari decided to join back at work, so she left her baby with her mother. She wanted a better job too, so both Pavan and Kumari came and pleaded with me to get her a job at our company with higher pay.
I helped her get the job with better pay and a better designation. But this also brought a problem: now, our office was almost twelve kilometers away from her husband’s office, and my wife’s office was closer to his.
For one month, everything was normal. Then, Pavan said, “Bhai, can you drop my wife in the evening? I will pick up Bhabhi from her office and drop her, so that the stress of traveling comes down for both of us.”
Although this was not convenient for me, I had to accept because they insisted. I was very uncomfortable for a week, as we had to travel in heavy traffic. Whenever I braked, she used to fall onto me, pressing her body against my back, and I used to lean forward to avoid that.
After three or four days, she said, “Sir, you are making me look awkward by doing that. Please sit normally and drive.”
As it was Friday night, they planned a dinner and a movie. By the time we reached the restaurant, my wife and Pavan had also arrived. My wife was sitting normally, leaning on his back, and Kumari said, “Madam, see how you and Pavan are sitting, whereas Sir is acting awkwardly to avoid touching me.”
Then Pavan also said, “Sit normally, bro. Nothing happens.”
After a month, it all became normal. Then one Friday night, we went to their home for a stayover for the weekend. During that time, both the ladies were having vodka, and we were having beer. During that time, Kumari said casually, “Sir and Madam, I need your help and cooperation.”
We asked, “What is that?”
She said, “It’s been two years since we married, and now we are feeling that our sexual life is boring and routine. Since we both couples know each other better, why don’t we try something new?”
We were shocked by her frankness. I was looking at Pavan and Archana. Even Archana was a little shocked. I wanted to see Pavan’s reaction; it was normal. Then I understood that they had discussed this in private, so she wouldn’t have made such a proposal so frankly otherwise.
Then he said, “Bhai, let’s go out,” and said, “Bhabhi, you can be with Kumari. She might want to talk to you.”
Then he took me out and said, “Bhai, Kumari likes you very much… and I too like Bhabhi. Kumari said that Bhabhi has told her that even your sexual life has gone boring.”
I said, “I don’t know what to say… but Archana’s thinking is all that matters.”
He said, “If you are okay, we will convince her.”
I told him, “Until she says anything, I can’t say ‘okay’ to anything.”
Then we came back, and by that time, Kumari had managed to convince Archana. Archana took me to another room and said, “What do you say?”
I said, “Your wish. It is up to your decision.”
She said, “Is it okay with you, me with Pavan?”
I asked the same: “Is it okay with you, me with Kumari?”
She said, “If you have no problem, then I can try.”
I said, “Then shall we do it?”
She said, “Fine,” and then she went to Kumari and said, “Okay.”
Now I was nervous and Archana was looking excited. But these two people were so happy, and they were coming up with all the ideas.
Kumari said, “Since it’s been a long time, let us celebrate Suhagrat tonight with new partners.”
Kumari took Archana to a beauty parlor which was run by her relative. They returned in two hours’ time and went to take a bath and get ready. I was totally nervous, and Pavan was excited too. In between, he said to me, “Bhai, don’t take it seriously. Just chill and enjoy.”
Then he took a bath and asked me to get ready.
At night, they ordered food. We had a light dinner, and then it was time. Both changed into cotton sarees and came out. Then Kumari came to me and guided me to their bedroom, and Pavan took Archana to the other bedroom.
In our room, as soon as we entered, Kumari locked the door from inside and said, “Thank you, Sir, for accepting. Sir, please feel free. Take your own time.”
Then she hugged me tightly. She is a beautiful, gorgeous lady. Her stats are 36-28-38, and moreover, it had been only eight months since she delivered a baby, so she was looking more beautiful, like a complete woman.
She took the initiative and started kissing my cheeks and rubbing her cheeks against my lips. She was smelling great, with jasmine flower garlands in her hair, which turned me on. I too started kissing her, but still, somewhere in my heart, I had a little guilty feeling.
She took out her pallu and showed me her bare waist, navel, and blouse full of boobs with deep cleavage. She came close to me, hugged me again, keeping my face between both her boob cups on her blouse, and she was pressing them to me.
Then I started kissing them and holding them and squeezing them.
She was enjoying it. Then she again started kissing my face all over. I took over and started smooching her all over her face, then kissed her lips, and started smooching her. We exchanged our lips and then our tongues too. Then I started moving down, smooching her neck, then her boobs, and then reached her tummy, where I started licking it, kissing it, and reached her navel. She has a well-like navel, with a little bump around her navel. I was smooching her navel.
Then she placed her arms on my head and inserted them inside my hair, and she was caressing softly. Then she pulled me up a little and took my head to her boobs, pressing them against her boobs.
Then I started to open her blouse, but I could already see her nipples protruding from her blouse. When I opened her blouse, she was not wearing any bra inside. Then I spread her blouse flaps aside and saw her huge boobs, big areolas, and rock-hard huge nipples which looked like black grapes. They were huge, as she had breastfed her child for six months before leaving the kid with her mother.
I kissed all over her boobs, put her nipples in my mouth, and started sucking. She closed her eyes and was enjoying it. Soon she started leaking milk from them. I was sucking them like a baby. It had always been my fantasy to drink breast milk, and since my wife was never a mother, she never produced milk.
She was moaning, “Aah… aah… Sir, suck it, please.”
And I was sucking them.
She said, “Pavan did it once and said he did not like it at all, and daily, I had to clear them by using a breast pump. But it is inconvenient and irritating. Please do it every day, Sir. I will be thankful to you. With milk, they are getting heavy and causing pain sometimes.”
Soon I emptied both. Then again we started smooching. Then I went to her feet, and from there I started kissing her and moving up. Soon I reached her thighs.
By now she was holding my hair and pulling me up to reach her pussy fast.
Soon I pushed her saree and petticoat away from her crotch, and what I saw was a clean-shaven pussy. I could clearly see her clitoris and vagina. Then I went for her pussy and started kissing it, sucking it, and licking it.
She was going mad. Soon she pulled me up and smooched me like hell. Then she removed my T-shirt and pulled down my night pants, exposing my penis. She held it with her hands and started stroking and rubbing it. Then she took me in between her legs, spread her vagina, and directed my penis onto her vagina.
I started stroking her slowly. Then as my tool became hard, I started fucking her faster and faster. Then in ten minutes, I was about to ejaculate.
She said, “Don’t stop. Do it inside only.”
Then we both met the orgasm.
So we both were tired, and I fell beside her and slept. In the middle of the night, I felt something happening, and when I got up, she was sucking my tool. Instantly I turned on. She got up and came over me and sat on my crotch, guided my tool onto her pussy, and she started riding. It was giving me immense pleasure.
While she was doing that, both her boobs were leaking milk, and they were spraying milk like a sprinkler. Soon, we both reached our climax, and she fell on me and directed her boob right into my mouth, offering her milk.
I sucked both her boobs empty and slept.
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In the other room, this was their experience:
When they both went into the bed, Archana was a little hesitant, as he was calling her Bhabhi and doing all sorts of things. But she was excited about her new experience.
Soon, he started kissing her all over her face, neck, etc., and enjoyed kissing her soft cheeks, earlobes, neck, and her lips finally. Then he slid down and reached her pallu and removed it from her blouse, exposing her boob cups, kissed all over them, and started squeezing her boobs.
Then he reached down and pulled away her saree and the petticoat knot too. Then he brought his face and was kissing all over her tummy and sucked and licked her deep navel.
Then she started moaning with pleasure, and he again slid up and held her boobs with both his palms and started feeling their sizes and started kneading them like dough.
Then he started unhooking her blouse and saw her wearing nothing inside. Then he spread the blouse apart and started feeling her boobs and erect nipples and started smooching them, sucking them, and kissing them. He went down and pulled down her saree and petticoat in one go, exposing her bare crotch and pussy.
He said, “Wow, Bhabhi… you have a beautiful pussy,” and started kissing it, licking it, and sucking her clitoris.
She was moaning heavily and pushing his face deep into her pussy. Then she could feel his hard tool inside his shorts but was not sure how different it would be compared to her husband’s tool.
Then he got up and stood on his knees and removed his T-shirt and lowered his shorts and showed his tool, which stood at a ninety-degree angle straight like an iron rod and was seven and a half inches in size. She had surely never seen this size before.
He leaned forward and offered it to her and asked her to suck it.
At first, she was a little hesitant, but soon, on his request, she did, and she was sucking it and blowing it.
Then he started moaning, and soon he was about to ejaculate. Then he pushed her on the bed and went between her legs and spread her legs to open her pussy and placed the tool on her pussy and started rubbing it.
Soon she also started cooperating in that, and she guided it inside her pussy, and he rammed her like crazy and fucked her for fifteen minutes without a break and ejaculated inside her.
Then they both slept for some time. And then again they fucked once or twice that night.
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So, this was our wife swap experience… or more than that, it was a couple swap.