[F] Bumped into an ex-wedding fuck at a place I had never imagined – MY HOME!

As I was entering my home last evening, I saw a nice Beamer (BMW for those who dont know haha) parked outside our home along with my Husband’s. As I entered my living room, I could see a guy in Turban – his back to me though. My husband greeted me while sitting down and introduced me to his friend – Lets Call him D (short for his name).

He got up and turned to face me – I could see in his eyes and his expressions – he knew me! Oh my GOD – I KNEW HIM too. It took me a few seconds – but oh god I recognized him. I had met him in a wedding in Delhi a few months back – and he and his 2 friends (no kidding) took turns on me for 4 days – starting the engagement night. It was a big fat Punjabi wedding – at their farmhouse some 100 kms away. The party was crazy the first night – which was engagement night I had hooked up with D. He was “The Friend of the Groom from UK” – he was polished and smart and amazing with his words – and we ended up hooking up the first time in his room. As we were finishing – 2 of his friends – they were also not from India – but friends of the Groom , entered the room – uninvited. It definitely seemed it was accidental from them – as they just assumed D isn’t in the room and used the key to open the room. I was in a more embarrassing situation than him – and he seemed proud.

The two men apologized but didn’t move out. I scrabbled around for clothes a bit but ended up moving into the washroom. I still had to clean-up which I did and asked “D” to pass me my clothes – but the response was “Do it yourself”. I could hear them talk and “D” was at his bragging best – bragging about how he got me in the bed in half an hour. I finally got out – wearing a towel. His cheeky friends were sitting on my clothes – and as D instructed – I had to search for them without the towel to get them. I finally did and moved out of the room. The next 3 days – I spent more on hopping on their cocks in between functions rather than actually working. I had no regrets as all 3 of them were rather kinky – had been staying in UK for a few years now and were certainly much more open, experienced and filthy. Anyway – back to last evening.

All of this flashed by in 5 seconds – as we were shaking hands and he said “Hello Bhabhi Ji. Lovely meeting you for the first time”. My Husband introduced him – and turns out he is a school-friend of my husband – and was in UK post finishing school. He had lost touch with my husband too – and only 2 weeks back he bumped into my Husband at a conference in Delhi – for which he was visiting India. My husband had invited him to dinner today.

My face was pale – I had that fake smile on me but my ass was sweating. They kept talking – and my mind had so many thoughts. I excused myself and went inside to freshen up – still so very scared and confused. I came out again – and my husband asked me – “Can you give D some company for sometime as I have an office call to attend to” and I just nodded. Does my husband already know? Is he testing me? Has D already revealed my reality to my husband? My Husband got up and walked up-stairs to his office room. My FIL was also not around – probably was watching TV in his room.

As soon as we were alone, he said “So this is your husband?”. I couldn’t say anything – I was scared. He understood it and said “Bhabhiji. Its all coincidence. He invited me. I am not here to trouble you”. I asked him “How can I be sure?”. He opened his phone – and showed his Facebook. He was already friends with my husband and had seen me. I straight-away asked him “So you knew at the wedding too?”.

He responded – “No I did not. I must have seen you in pictures before but did not know you at the wedding.” He further said “Actually after the wedding, when he (he meant my husband) uploaded a picture with you – I recognized you. If I wanted to trouble you I could have done it 6 months back.” He had always been a nicely-spoken guy except when in Bed – and his story made sense to me and I accepted it. I was still nervous – but opening up a bit.

He understood my nervousness – and asked me if we could go to the terrace. I walked up with him to the terrace – and bam – a Spank lands on my right butt cheek as soon as we entered the terrace and closed the door behind us. I was wearing a silk office skirt – very thing material sticking to my ass and legs – and his HARD SPANK – almost sent shivers down my entire body. It was definitely one of the hardest spanks landed on me – made me almost trip a few steps. It was always his body size that attracted me – and the intensity of his spank was evidence of it. I turned around – grimacing in pain from his spank and he said “**Gaand toh teri aur badi ho gai randi – oh sorry bhabhi**” (Your ass has become fatter it seems) – All that polished behaviour went away the moment we got time alone. That made me not only smile – but made me drip. I was still nervous – as he came close to me and said “Dont worry. I am here only for a week more” and he kissed me. Both his hands – groping and spanking my butt cheeks as we tongue fucked each-other’s mouth. Oh I was scared – my entire family was downstairs and I was being a desperate slut on the terrace. It didn’t stop him – but it had to stop me – but fuck it didn’t. He had given me crazy orgasms the last time – and I needed them again.

I rather walked him to a secluded corner on the terrace – which I used to smoke cigs at home. Oh he needed me raw – right there. We had locked the door of the terrace “as the wind would make the door hit the frame of the door again and again”. We had to be quick.. So I unzipped his pants and was beginning to go down on him on my knees – but he said “No time bhabhiji” and pulled me back up. He hiked up my skirt – pulled my thongs to the side – made me bend over the flimsy Neelkamal plastic chair – and pushed his thick cock into me. He was pushing my neck down as my ass and pussy opened up to him.

Oh this was my third cock of the day (no kidding – Yes it was) – but it felt like I had not been fucked for a few months. Maybe the whole excitement and riskiness of this was too much – as could feel myself cumming on his dick – the slipperiness of my pussy was evident. Our moans were soft and muffled as we couldn’t risk that – but his pumps into me weren’t soft. He was smashing me from behind – made me remember the insane 4 days of the wedding in 3-4 minutes there. He came inside me – as we orgasmed together. He pulled his pants up and I pulled my thongs up and – we had nothing around to clean-up so decided to go downstairs and clean-up. As we were walking up to the door – I got a call from my husband on my phone asking where are we so I told him – on the terrace with D – he wanted to come up. So my husband asked us to wait up as he is also coming up then.

My husband, me and D – chatted for a while right there – while they talked about their School times. And suddenly a HUGE blob of cum – dripped down my leg and onto my ankle. Thank God it was dark – as I excused myself and walked up to the washroom in my room to clean up the mess. We had dinner together and finally hugged him (clean and nice hug) goodbye in front of my husband.

The next 7 days – are going to me something!

-R

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