Sexual experience with my married colleague - Part 2
Guys, this is the second part of my previous story. For those who have not read the first part, please do so and come back. Before I begin, here is a quick briefing: I am Ram, and I am 32 years old now. The incident I’m about to describe happened in 2019, when I was 26. My ex-colleague, Roshni, was 28 at the time, and her measurements were 32C-28-30. After our first sexual experience in Lonavala, we continued to be friends with benefits. At the office, we consciously limited our interactions, keeping our relationship strictly professional. After hours, however, we were in a situationship. I was, in a way, compensating for the absence of her husband. We continued working out at the gym together, fitting in some quick sex sessions at her home in between those days. One day, while we were at the gym, Roshni asked if I knew what a “cuckold” was. I said yes, having seen it in porn videos. Roshni: “I want to tell you something.” Ram: “About ‘cuckold’?” Roshni: “Yes.” Ram: “Is your hubby a ‘cuckold’?” Roshni: “Not only him. I like to watch and enjoy him having fun with other girls, too.” Ram: “What?” Roshni: “Yes.” Roshni opened her phone and showed me some videos. In them, her husband was having sex with foreign women during one of his ship journeys. He used to share the videos with her, and she would enjoy them and masturbate while watching. In all the videos, her husband was banging the girls doggy style. I asked her why all the videos were shot from the same angle. She said she wanted to see the action from that specific point of view and had requested he film it that way. Seeing other women being banged by her husband made her feel high. Even though I had known her for nearly two years and had been sleeping with her for almost five months, I had no idea about this fantasy until then. Roshni: “You know one thing?” Ram: “What’s the next surprise?” Roshni: “Yeah, a small surprise.” Ram: “What?” Roshni: “My husband knows about our relationship. He’s the one who encouraged me to have fun with you.” Ram: “Oh fuck… What’s happening here?!” Roshni: “He wants to see our fucking session live via an IMO video call.” Ram: “Sorry, Roshni. I won’t be comfortable. I can’t fuck you in front of your husband.” Roshni: “Me and my hubby are okay with it. I enjoy sex with you. Please join us.” Ram: “I enjoy sex with you too, but…” Roshni: “Don’t feel shy, Ram. This will be interesting.” Ram: “Have you been fucked by someone else in front of your husband before?” Roshni: “No. I’ve always wanted to, but I just got the right companion.” Hearing that, I smiled, and she convinced me to agree on one condition: that I would not show my face. She agreed. In my mind, the whole situation felt absurd, but I didn’t show it. We started planning for the virtual threesome. After several discussions, we decided to go to Alibag. I remember that December 21st was Roshni’s wedding anniversary, and she booked the resort for the day before. On the morning of December 20th, we rented a Zoomcar and drove to Alibag. The drive from Bandra to Alibag was nearly three hours. We reached the resort by 2:00 PM. Since we had something special planned, we didn’t get involved in sex immediately after checking in. I had already bought a cake and champagne to celebrate her wedding anniversary without her knowledge and kept them in the car. While she went to freshen up, I brought the cake and champagne inside, hiding them in the closet and placing my clothes on top. She came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and another towel turban-style on her head. Her thighs, peeking from under the towel, looked very sexy, and I got aroused. I went behind her and kissed her neck. Her neck was her weakness; whenever I kissed it, she responded very well, which I loved. We started smooching romantically. I lifted her by her thighs, holding her as we continued. After a while, we stopped, and just as I was about to go further, she stopped me, telling me to wait for her husband’s call. I felt disappointed and lay down on the bed. I watched her change in front of me. She wore a red, designer-style, strapless bra and matching red panties. Over that, she wore a V-necked, sleeveless, body-shaped dress. She looked prettier in that dress. Her boobs and buttocks were well-fitted in the maroon attire and looked extremely hot. Her figure was amazing, and anyone would stare at her assets. It was around 5:00 PM, and she called me to join her at the bar. We went and had beer together. While we were sitting there, she got a message from her husband. He was somewhere near New Zealand, where the time was around 11:30 PM. He wanted to see her being fucked by me at the stroke of midnight on December 21st. I was impressed with his fantasy, as I had been waiting to pound her since the afternoon. In my mind, I thanked him. We immediately settled the bill and went to our room. After entering, I hugged her and took off my clothes — my t-shirt and jeans — standing there in my boxers. We started kissing again. She grabbed her phone while we were kissing. She then stopped, knelt in front of me like a slave, and called her husband on IMO. She turned the camera towards me and handed me the phone. I could see her husband sitting on a couch, and he could see Roshni kneeling. Through the call, I could see both of them. I held the phone so her husband couldn’t see my face but could see what his sexy bitch was doing. She lowered my boxers and pulled out my dick. She started stroking it and then slowly began to suck. She rolled her tongue over the tip, teasing me. I knew she was also teasing her husband. She started the blowjob very slowly and steadily. Her husband instructed her to remove her dress and be in her underwear.