At Your Disposal
In our business school, Girish was a year older than me. He hailed from a wealthy family and had married twice into equally affluent ones. He had received his education from one of India's top residential schools and was known as a part of Delhi's high society. Though often described as a kind individual with a warm smile, Girish was somewhat introverted with a limited group of friends. We weren't particularly close during our time in business school, but luck would have it that we worked closely together in my first job.
Born into a privileged background, Girish was typically seen as the typical Delhi gentleman. Despite his reserved demeanor, he adored social gatherings and made for an excellent host. He was passionate about sports and fitness, and his well-maintained body reflected his commitment. He had expressive dark brown eyes with a persistent sparkle, along with a charming dimpled smile. A thin mustache adorned his upper lip.
At times, Girish would unexpectedly lose his temper with me regarding trivial matters. I requested a transfer to another department in a different city to reduce my contact with him. However, he remained friendly whenever we crossed paths. Although we'd occasionally gone for drinks together, I felt a certain tension lingering between us.
As time went by, I heard the news of Girish's third marriage and the birth of his child. To my astonishment, the couple later divorced due to issues of alcoholism and alleged infidelity. While I ignored the rumors, they sparked memories of a past event that I'd previously disregarded.
During our days in business school, a group of us, all men, gathered in a student's room after consuming a substantial amount of marijuana. Everyone enjoyed the music in silence when suddenly, out of the blue, Girish shouted:
"Virgins on the run! Run! Double time!"
This statement prompted laughter and surprise from everyone. I was later informed that Girish had graduated from a public school, where after-hours activity was not uncommon. The memory stayed with me, but I didn't scrutinize it any further.
During my marriage to Anita, we experienced the typical ebbs and flows of a union - passionate sex, the arrival of our two children, stress-filled disputes, more sex, and infidelity for both of us. We persevered through it all, prioritizing the well-being of the children. Anita's impressive career took her to different cities, forcing me into occasional visits. These circumstances impacted my professional growth, leading to my dismissal from a top position. Despite my setback, I found myself single and in search of a consulting assignment to stabilize my finances until I secured another job.
Fortunately, Girish unexpectedly reached out to me for assistance with his business, which required a seasoned professional for a year. He argued that I would be an ideal candidate, given my experiences and skills. Although he could not offer a salary equivalent to my former position, the temporary nature of the job suited me well.
In the beginning, I pondered whether I wanted to accept this role, but ultimately decided it made sense, given my new situation. Becoming curious about Girish's management style, I questioned if he would make a good boss. Sure enough, when I started working under him, he made it clear that he held the authority in the workplace, and I was to serve as his subordinate. While it was challenging for me, who used to command a team, I found no choice but to follow his orders.
One day, Girish asked me to be present at a party he and his wife Priti (his third wife and no more children) were hosting for our alumni at their residence on the upcoming Friday. I was in good spirits, so I playfully responded,
"Your wish is my command."
Girish, amused, enthusiastically smiled and replied,
"Yes, that's how it should be."
I had never met Priti before, yet I was spellbound when I saw her. She was a total eye-catcher, a few inches shorter than Girish, with a face and body any woman in her twenties would be envious of. She had an oval face with shoulder-length hair, full lips, unblemished skin, and captivating, sultry dark brown eyes that matched her husband's. She had medium-sized breasts, a slender waist, and a derriere that made me look down. I've known for years that I'm an ass man. She was wearing a dark gold dress that hugged her just right and was the center of attention as she effortlessly hosted drinks and dinner buffet.
Four of us were seated at a table, finishing our dinner with Girish when one man inquired,
"Girish, is it true that a lot happens in public schools after lights out?"
Without missing a beat, Girish responded,
"Yes, of course. There's always some action."
We remained silent, but I remembered the 'virgins on the run' episode.
Just then, I noticed Priti eyeing me from the dessert table across the room with a hint of a smile on her face. I understood her cues. I excused myself and said I was getting some dessert, then walked across. With a raging hard-on, I focused on the task at hand.
"Two scoops or one?" she asked, pointing at the ice cream.
"Two," I replied.
"Large or small?"
"Medium is my favorite."
She gave me a teasing look with those smoky eyes.
"Cake?"
"Yes, please."
"Large or small slice?"
"What would you recommend?" I asked, joining in the playful banter.
"Oh, I prefer large ones," she giggled, still with that flirty expression. "One typically, two occasionally."
This was delightful.
"You're my boss's wife," I said. "Your command is my obedience."
"Are you doing this to please me?"
"Absolutely! It's my job to keep my boss's wife happy."
"And your boss?"
"Obviously, him too."
"More important or less?"
"Equal, I'd say."
Priti smiled with her lips slightly parted. I felt I needed to tread cautiously.
"Do you think Girish would mind me speaking to you this way?"
"We'll ask him. He's on his way."
Girish did indeed approach, and I was unsure how to react. Nevertheless, Priti carried on.
"Hey, darling," she said. "I was just asking if he prefers a large slice of cake."
Girish chuckled.
"Make that two large ones."
"Won't that be too much for you and your dessert, darling?"
Girish laughed again.
"My desire is your command, you said?"
I chuckled as well.
"As you wish, I shall comply."
Girish playfully touched my arm, dragging his fingers slightly longer than necessary.
"Good man. We'll get along well," he said with a grin.
Priti then regarded me thoughtfully.
"You know what, I just realized something. We both like you a lot. It's quite rare."
She traced my arm this time.
"We're going to see a lot of you, I think," she added with a smile.
I watched her walk away, again noticing the enticing sway of her bottom as I got another erection.
On the next day, a Saturday, Girish called me.
"Hello. We had a fantastic evening. Priti was excited to meet you. We have a conservative family wedding to attend tonight, but we'll be back home around ten. Why not come over for a drink or two after dinner? You're not far from our place anyway. We'd love to just hang out and chat with you."
"Sure, I'll be there at ten."
I heard background chatter before Girish's voice returned.
"Priti wants to make sure you don't overdo it with your alcoh-"
"Ah, yes, thanks for reminding me," I interrupted, suddenly feeling nervous.
There was a laugh from Girish.
"Priti says to ensure it doesn't affect us."
"All right."
Today was surprising, but my boner told me I was looking forward to it.
That evening, after a delicious dinner, I was greeted at the door by a hug from both Girish and Priti. She wore a fashionable black dress, sleeveless with a low back, while he donned a purple shirt left open to the third button. Cognac, accompanied by cheese and dark chocolate, was already set out. The living room lights were dimmed, with just a floor lamp in the corner illuminating the room, and jazz played in the background.
After the second cognac and some stimulating conversation about cricket and related topics, Priti decided to break the ice.
"So how's your love life?"
I'm guessing I looked a bit embarrassed because her laughter filled the room. Girish even joined in, grinning.
"Hey, living alone with your wife away and only see her once a month? You're a fit guy so I'm guessing you've had your fair share of affairs, right?"
I sighed, "Yeah, between you and these four walls, I've definitely had some."
"How many?" Priti asked. "But don't worry, we won't rat you out to Anita."
"Quite a few," I said.
"Promila, she says you've had over 10 affairs," Priti couldn't hold back her laughter anymore.
I felt a bit embarrassed again considering my best (and messiest) affair was with her.
"She's been my friend for a while now and she tells me everything," I justified.
"Everything?" Priti said, smiling.
Girish laughed with her.
"Yep, everything. And believe me, I know everything too."
We all laughed, and it felt good.
As we got higher and higher from the marijuana and alcohol, Girish suggested, "Sup, wanna light a joint? Old times sake?"
As soon as we lit and puffed, we found ourselves giggling, chatting and being carefree again.
After a while, Girish stopped giggling and looked at me, "Who's been faithful, you think? Anita?"
"She's actually had an affair before," I shared. "It didn't end well. He was a poet of sorts and was obsessed with her."
"It's not fair," Priti interjected. "We didn't tell you anything about our own escapades."
"Sooo.... we've got affairs too," Girish confirmed. "An open marriage."
It took us a while to stop laughing. My boner began aching from the lack of attention.
"I'll set up an introduction for Anita with a couple of guys," Priti joked. "No poets for her, we promise."
"Who's your next target?" Girish asked.
"I'm still deciding," I said.
"Ever tried a guy?" Priti was curious.
"Nope," I answered honestly.
"But you've thought about it though, right?"
I took a deep breath, "I guess so."
"Why haven't you tried then?"
"Lack of opportunity." Girish helped support my answer.
"I see..." I paused for a moment. "I guess that's it."
Then, suddenly, Priti stood up and held out her hand, "Let's dance. This is the perfect rhythm for it."
She dragged me to the floor and we started to dance. She put both arms around my shoulders and pulled herself close to me. Her breasts pushed against my chest, and my hard dick almost bursting through my pants. She bit my ear hard, tugging it down.
"Promila told me you've become selfish in bed. Sex with you was going downhill. It must not happen. You need to learn to be selfless."
She took a step back, her eyes showed a fierce fire and there was a sense of power in her.
"Say it," she demanded.
I knew what she wanted me to say, "I'm here to serve both of you."
"What's your occupation?"
"I'm here to please both of you."
She stared at me for a moment, the fire in her eyes flaring even more intense. I felt under her spell.
"You're an attractive man, in your own way. Now grab my ass, squeeze it,"
"Girish.." I tried to say.
"Do as she says."
So I did, resting my hands on Priti's firm and round ass.
She stood up and slowly pulled down her skirt while I caressed her panties. Then another hand took my legs apart. She was naked now and partly riding me... I couldn't help but feel a strong sexual urge.
Priti grasped my lips forcefully in a passionate kiss and pushed her breasts against my chest. My other hand traveled up to massage her breast and rub her solid nipple. Our tongues collided, our breathing sped up, and I reached between my legs, fondling her. Our clothes were in a mess now and Priti started grinding her pelvis back and forth, making me harden even further. I felt a whole new level of arousal.
We broke the kiss, both gasping for air, and Priti led me to the three-seater couch.
"Come here," she instructed. I took my spot in the middle while Priti and Girish sat on the two sides. I felt her hand on my thigh. "Feels good," she said.
We sat there for a while, kissing, caressing, having fun.
Priti ended the kiss and stared at me with parted lips. She then placed a hand on my cheek and guided my face towards Girish. It was Girish's hand on my thigh, and he was leaning in, and I realized I had been waiting for him to make that move.
Girish's kiss was somewhat gentle at first, probing my mouth with just his lips and then slowly licking my lips with his tongue before mine opened to allow his tongue to touch mine. Both our mouths opened, and our tongues began exploring what they'd been waiting for a long time. I slid forward on the sofa and lay back with my legs spread out and my head thrown back, with Girish leaning over my face and kissing me as hard as possible. My left hand was at his crotch, gently rubbing the hard cock inside his trousers, while my right hand had been led by Priti to each of her breasts in turn. Both of them now had a hand on my crotch, squeezing my cock in turns, and I knew I was surrendering to whatever they wanted to do with me as if I'd always wanted it to happen.
Girish broke the kiss and hoarsely stated, "You should have let me do that a long time ago. Now you'll have to make up for lost time."
"Let's go to the bedroom," panted Priti.
We made our way to the bedroom, grasping at each other and kissing as we went. Priti released us so she could take off her dress. She lay back on the bed in her black lacy bra and panties and inserted her hand below her panties to pleasure herself.
Girish and I had been kissing for some time, but now my shirt was off, and I was sat on the bed. At some point, we had removed our shoes. I had Girish's trousers open in front of me, and I pulled them and his boxers down to his knees to expose his cock. I stroked it with my hands, admiring its flawless form.
His cock was a little shorter than mine and thinner, tapering upwards to a point with a small, exquisitely beautiful, circumcised head, while mine was slightly longer, wider, and straight, with a large uncircumcised head. I had never experienced a man's cock in my mouth before, and I took my time, licking the stunning head all around the edges and the urethra opening with its tasty salty flavor, then enveloping it with my lips and working on it with all my might, following the advice I had read somewhere about a corkscrew figure-of-eight motion. Girish's hands had descended to my chest and were stroking and squeezing my tiny, hard nipples. I could hear him moaning loudly.
"It's so hot to watch two men," I could hear Priti pant.
She slid down the bed, pulled my trousers off, and began to suck my cock. Meanwhile, Girish was also completely naked. We all fell back onto the bed. Girish showed no signs of coming, despite my passionate sucking. Priti removed her bra and panties and got back to work on my cock. After a while, she stopped and gulped, "Now it's my turn." and she pulled my head away from Girish and took his cock in her mouth.
I didn't need a second invitation. I was already extremely aroused by Girish, and the sight of Priti's incredible breasts with their erect nipples was too much for me. I caressed her nipples and then ran my tongue around them before enveloping them with my lips one after the other. Then Priti grabbed my head with one hand and pushed it down to her spread legs.
I got my initial view of Priti's vagina and was amazed at how tiny it seemed. It was slim, pink, and looked tight, with a perfectly defined small clitoris on top. She kept her vulva cropped instead of shaved, and I licked the fuzzy hair around her vagina before licking it up towards her clitoris. I did this a few times, going deeper each time, before finally reaching her clit and lashing it gently with my tongue. Her cunt was hot, wet, and tight, and my cock twitched at the thought of fucking it deeply and forcefully. Then I enveloped her clit with my lips, sucking it and licking it while I inserted one finger into her vagina, bending my finger slightly to hit the G-spot. My other hand went under her butt, lifting it slightly to make it simpler for me to lick her.
Priti had stopped her sucking, lying back on the bed with a moan and moving her head from side to side. I felt Girish lift my hips and place me on my hands and knees, and as I continued licking Priti, he softly slapped my butt to spread my legs even more. He rubbed something cool on my anus, recognizing it as lube, and then slid his finger smoothly into my ass. Since I'd had an endoscopy before, the sensation was familiar but felt delightful.
The sound of Priti's stomach quivering and her thighs tightening around my head alerted me. She started shaking violently, making deep moans at first and then louder and louder until her legs tightly embraced my head, signaling an orgasm. I heard Girish chuckle.
"Time to fuck her now," he said.
I didn't wait for an invitation and pulled back from her thighs, kissing her passionately and then lifted myself up. She reached over to a nightstand, grabbed a condom, and quickly tore and rolled it onto my cock. Then, taking the condom in her hands, she guided it into her hot, wet, and tight vagina.
"Ahhh, so nice and big and thick. Push it in slowly," she moaned and opened her legs wide.
I pushed in gradually and deeply, then slowly pulled back and pushed it in more forcefully. It was as if I was penetrating heaven.
Hearing Girish's voice, I knew his intentions. I saw a wicked grin and desire in Priti's eyes. I knew he'd never been inside me before, so I discovered he had a similar experience. I felt more lube on my anus, followed by the sensation of his finger being inserted and spinning to spread the lubricant. Then I felt the entrance of his cock head.
Girish thrust in, and my body instinctively reacted, forcing my rectal muscles to contract and my hips to move, embedding my cock into Priti's vagina. It was pure pleasure, and I forgot Girish was trying to enter my ass. Priti exhaled, "Nice, but slowly, sir."
She lifted herself while my cock was still inside, allowing Girish to enter my rectum a bit further. I pulled away, leading her to push up her hips and then suddenly my sphincter loosened, and I realized Girish's cock head was fully in. He let out a contented grunt.
Girish then pushed his hips hard against me, causing a sharp pain as he thrust into me more completely. I yelped in discomfort and Giri stopped abruptly.
"Psst...relax your back, relax your back," he said.
I felt his hands on my lower back, pushing down firmly, and he repeated his thrust, but this time the pain subsided. In the next instant, he pushed his hips forward slowly, and I barely uttered a sound. Then, he pulled back and pushed in hard once more. The discomfort vanished, and I was in bliss.
Girish quickened his pace and Priti mimicked me, moving her hips up with my cock still inside. A chain reaction formed - every time Girish entered me, I would thrust forward into Priti, she would react by thrusting her hips upward, and my ass would collide against Girish, making him pull back and push in again.
It was a completely orgasmic sensation. My ass had been craving Girish's dick for years, and now I was feeling him pleasure me more vigorously and faster, exhilarating my cock, which was starved for Priti's spectacular vagina that constricted every time I thrust into it. Priti was moaning with elation, tossing her head left and right, and I could hear Girish roaring with happiness at being able to finally fuck me.
"Ahhhh...you're fucking me so well, so well...no stop...harder..." Priti moaned.
"Oh fuck, she's so tight. I've wanted this for years." Girish groaned.
Then I heard another voice, and the sounds coming from my mouth astounded me as I lost all control and began frantically swinging my hips with the out-of-this-world sensations traveling throughout my body.
Oh my god, the pleasure was so intense! I didn’t know it could feel this good. Both Priti and Girish had paused, and I was the one still thrusting my hips against them, my cock going in and out of Priti and my ass against Girish’s hard penis. Priti was pressing my body upward with her hands while she rolled her head on the pillow, and my hands were under me, supporting my weight. Priti was pinching my nipples, making it more exciting. Girish was letting me control the speed and depth of my movements on his penis.
"Ah, this feels amazing...so amazing...just like a woman...ahh, I'm loving it...pinch my nipples harder," I cried out.
Then I started begging them not to stop.
"Please don't stop...I need more...fuck me harder, Priti...ah, yeah, that's it...ahhh...faster, Girish...come on..."
I heard Girish chuckle.
"Looks like you've been waiting for this...you wanted this all this time...come on, let's make up for all the time you've missed...we're not stopping!"
And they both started going at it harder than before. Priti was bucking wildly now, and I could feel an orgasm building in me along with her. She clung onto my hips, squeezing harder and harder, and now the intensity was almost unbearable. I couldn’t stop myself - I was about to cum.
I cried out, "I'm cumming...I'm cumming...come on, fuck me harder...yeah...ooohhhhhh..."
I could feel Priti shudder and come while cumming into her, and in the heat of the moment I plowed my hips into her pussy one last time, thrusting in as deep and hard as I could.
Just then, Girish yelled out, "I am coming too!" and started fucking me with all his might. In a moment, I burst into another orgasm.
As I relaxed from the incredible intensity, Girish pulled out, tore off the condom and squirted his semen all over my face.
"Take it all, take it all...oh god...."
I was a little surprised but followed her order, taking all of Girish’s semen into my mouth.
"Don't swallow it...let me have a taste," demanded Priti.
I held Girish’s semen in my mouth so she could smear some onto her lips, kissing me afterward.
"Now swallow the rest," said Priti, and I did.
As we lay back down on the bed, Priti climbed on top of me, squeezed my nipples between her fingernails, and whispered into my ear, "Let’s try it again."
I was exhausted, but couldn’t help feeling excited at the prospect of another round.
"I can't believe it feels this good," I said.
"Trust me, you'll never complain in bed again," grinned Priti. She pinched my nipples, and I cried out again.
"You've learned what it’s like to be a woman, you'll never be selfish in bed," she said. She leaned forward and kissed me, transferring some of Girish's semen into my mouth and letting some of it into hers.
"Swallow the rest," she ordered. After swallowing, she marveled at the salty taste of Girish’s semen.
Priti smiled at me. "Now you've tasted real cock, I'm sure you won't ever forget it." Girish laughed.
Priti continued, "We’ll be doing this a few more times before the month ends. We've got time," she said, and I began to imagine all the possibilities. I was excited at the idea of getting to know Girish and Priti more, and to experience the full range of my sexuality. It was just the beginning.
Then, during the next three days, you'll supposedly be following up on some work, Girish explained. But Priti will be with you.
Priti flashed a wicked smile.
"After spending three days with Girish making up for lost time, you'll be eager to be with women," she said. "You'll be with your boss's wife, keeping her contented. By the way, I have an invitation to a Killing Kittens party on that weekend. I should be able to get you in. You can watch me have sex with several men, and you can show off your incredible lover skills. There'll be numerous sensual women at the party."
She clenched my erect penis tighter.
Girish spoke again.
"If everything goes smoothly, we'll be traveling a lot and making decent money together. You'll like that, right?"
"Your command is my obedience," I replied, genuinely meaning it.
Priti spoke again.
"I can tell that Girish is preparing to take action again, so here's what I'm going to do. I plan to introduce your wife Anita to a few of my friends. I've heard she's a rather uptight, intellectual, and snobbish individual who claims to believe in romance and poetry but seems to be arrogant with you. Once she's been completely opened up and thoroughly fucked by my biker buddies, she'll be a different person entirely. My motorcycle pals will really go wild on her, knowing that they're about to have sex with an Indian woman with flawless complexion, hair, breasts, and butt, yet has no idea what it's like to be fucked by two bikers with eight-inch cocks that never tire and can cum multiple times in every orifice. Or how much she'll enjoy every fleeting moment of it."
"But you must keep this a secret. Anita will never know you know, and only I'll get to hear all the nitty-gritty details, not you. You'll only be able to imagine her getting fucked like you've never fucked her before. But, won't you fuck her amazingly well after you've properly had sex with her a few times? Or we might need to teach you more."
The devilish grin returned as she tightened her grip on my stiff penis.
"You'd relish that, wouldn't you? To pictured your wife getting banged to her heart's content by two virile lads? I assumed as much. But you'll fuck her truly well, won't you? Otherwise, we'll need to practice some more. You know what she'll say after you've had sex with her a few times?"
Just as Girish's half-erect penis approached my face, I offered my service.
"At your disposal!"
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