I am Manisha. I had this experience 6 years ago, when I was 25. Roshan was My boyfriend at that time. He always had kinky ideas, and I kind of liked his ideas.
One day when we were having sex at his place, Roshan said, “I want both of your holes filled at once.”
“Hmm….how do you plan to do it with one cock?” I had laughed, rocking my body with his cock inside my pussy.
“You need double penetration,” he said.
I stopped moving my hips. I took the cigarette from his hand. I puffed on the cigarette and exhaled the smoke. “I thought you wanted to marry me,” I said.
“Of course, I want to marry you,” he assured me.
“So why do you want to share me with other men?” I asked, taking in one more puff from the cigarette.
He put his hand under my frock and grabbed my buttocks. “I just want you to have maximum pleasure,” he said.
I blew the smoke from my mouth and gave the cigarette to him. “I heard anal sex can be very painful,” I said.
“It won’t be painful if we use good lubrication,” he said, spreading my butt cheeks apart.
“Okay,” I said and started to move my hips back and forth.
“So do you want to have double penetration?” he asked, pushing his middle finger into my anus.
“Will you marry me if I agree?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said.
I smiled at him and said, “Okay, I trust you. Let’s do it.”
He smiled and said, “That’s my girl.”
I chuckled and moved my hips back and forth, pressing my clit on his groin. I could feel his cock pulsating in my vagina. I moved my hips harder and faster, rubbing my clit on him till we both climaxed.
After a few days, Roshan asked me if I was sure about having sex with him and his friend. I told him I was not sure, but I will do it if it makes him happy.
On the day Roshan had planned to introduce his friend, we went to his place. He told me his Dad has gone to a relative’s house, and he won’t be back that day. So, we had the entire house to ourselves.
Roshan gave me a red bridal saree and told me to wear it.
“Whose saree is it?” I asked.
“Just wear it. I’ll tell you later,” he said.
I asked him a few more times, but he didn’t tell me. So, I just decided to wear it anyway. I took the Saree to his bedroom to get changed.
Roshan followed me and watched me undress. I stood in front of the mirror and draped the saree. As I was adjusting the pleats of the saree, he came closer to me. He stood behind and said, “Wow! You look beautiful!”
I laughed for the compliment. I knew I looked beautiful, like a bride.
He went to the dressing table and opened a jewel box. He took a Mangalsutra from the box and showed it to me.
“Wow! It is beautiful!” I said, admiring the Mangalsutra.
Before I could ask him whose Mangalsutra it was, he came closer to me and put it around my neck.
“It’s beautiful, Roshan,” I said, admiring my reflection in the mirror.
Roshan lit up a cigarette and said, “You look sexy! I want to fuck you! ”
I laughed and asked, “Are we going to pretend like it’s our first night?”
“You guessed it right,” Roshan said and asked, “So are you ready for a double penetration?”
I stared at him and took the cigarette from him. I took a puff from the cigarette, blew the smoke on his face and said, “I feel so sexy; I am ready for a triple penetration.” I laughed.
We were laughing when we heard the doorbell ring.
“Ah…must be my friend,” Roshan said and left the bedroom.
I followed him out of the bedroom and watched him open the main door.
“Hello Roshan,” an elderly man in his 50s said, as he entered the house.
Roshan quickly looked at me. Then he looked at the man and said, “Come in. The bride is ready.”
Both the men laughed.
I stood there, wondering who this man was. He looked to be in his mid-fifties. I took another drag of my cigarette and looked at him curiously.
As they approached me, Roshan said, “Manisha, this is my friend, Atul.”
I blew the cigarette smoke from the corner of my mouth. I gave the man a half smile and said, “Hello, Atul.”
“Atul, this is my girlfriend, Manisha,” Roshan said.
“Hello, Manisha!” Atul said and extended his hand to shake my hand.
I reached out to shake his hand. He held my hand firmly and shook my hand. “Wow, you are gorgeous,” he said and squeezed my hand, checking me out from top to bottom.
“Thanks,” I said and smirked.
“Manisha,” Roshan said. “Atul’s wife died before two years. That’s why I invited him to have a threesome with us.”
I was a bit shocked. I had not expected him to bring an elderly man for a threesome. But I was still excited because Atul was handsome and tall like Roshan but more muscular. Besides that I also felt sympathy for him because he was a widower..
“Come, let’s go to the bedroom,” Roshan said.
We went to the bedroom. Roshan began removing his clothes, and Atul followed his example. I was a bit shocked. I took one last drag from the cigarette and stubbed it in the ashtray.
Atul and Roshan stood before me completely naked, stroking their hard cocks.
“Whose cock do you want to suck first?” Roshan asked.
“I don’t know, Roshan,” I said, a bit confused. Looking at both their cocks had made my legs feel weak and my pussy wet.
“Okay, try Atul’s cock,” Roshan said.
I shrugged my shoulder. I went to the bed and sat down. Atul moved forward, pointing his cock at my mouth. I caught the shaft of his cock and stroked it. I looked at my boyfriend. He smiled at me encouragingly. I bent down and kissed the tip of Atul’s cock. I opened my mouth and took his cock in my mouth. Atul moved his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. He was gentle, so I didn’t stop him. I saw my boyfriend’s cock from the corner of my eyes and pulled away from Atul’s cock. “I want to suck you, Roshan,” I said.
“She loves you,” Atul said and smiled.
Roshan bent down and kissed me hard on my lips. He grabbed my face and pushed his cock inside my mouth. I gagged and choked at first, but he remained still and let me recover. When I felt better, I sucked Roshan’s cock and stroked Atul’s cock with my left hand. I wanted to suck Atul’s cock, but I didn’t want Roshan to feel ignored. I loved Roshan.
“Let’s fuck both her holes!” Roshan said and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
I stood up. Roshan started to remove my blouse. So, I helped him remove my blouse and bra.
Atul touched my ass and said, “You have a sexy figure.”
“Thanks,” I said, happy with the compliment.
Roshan lifted my saree and petticoat. He pulled my panties down and removed it off my feet.
Roshan put his fingers in my vagina and fingered me. Atul’s fingers dug into my anus slowly and fingered my anus. Soon their fingers were all over my inner thighs, vagina and anus. I simply closed my eyes and let the pleasure flow through my body.
After a few minutes, Roshan stopped and said, “Lie down on the bed.”
I lifted my saree and petticoat above my knees and climbed the bed. I lay down on my back. Roshan got on top of the bed. He lifted my legs on top of his shoulder. He placed the tip of his cock in the slit of my vagina and pushed deep inside me. He started penetrating me again and again. Atul got on top of the bed and placed the tip of his penis on my lips. I opened my mouth and took it in my mouth. I sucked his penis while Roshan was busy penetrating me.
About 10 minutes later, Roshan pulled his cock out of my pussy and said, “Let’s fuck both her holes.”
Atul pulled his cock out of my mouth. Roshan lay on his back. I knelt on my knees with my legs on both his sides and leaned forward on him. Atul positioned himself behind me. His fingers scooped secretion from my pussy and put it into my anus.
I grabbed Roshan’s cock and slowly took it fully inside my vagina. Atul spread my ass cheeks and pushed his cock inside my anus. It hurt a bit, but my secretion helped to ease the pain.
Slowly, both the men began to fuck me. I was feeling a combination of pain and pleasure, but as they increased speed, I screamed. They pinched my nipples, squeezed my breasts, and spanked my ass. Atul yanked my hair, arching my back, and fucked my asshole, while Roshan penetrated my pussy from below and sucked my nipples.
They had sex with me for almost half an hour before switching positions. Roshan penetrated my anus while Atul penetrated my vagina.
Roshan asked, “Do you like double penetration, darling?”
I chuckled and said, “Shut up and fuck me.”
Roshan laughed and continued fucking me. He banged on my bottom from behind like a wild man. I felt very good despite the pain.
After almost fifteen minutes, Roshan and Atul ejaculated inside me and pulled their cocks out. I rolled over and lay next to Atul.
Atul got on top of me and positioned his penis on my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked his cock. Roshan leaned forward between my inner thighs and sucked my vagina.
Fifteen minutes later, both the men lay next to me.
“Did you like it?” Roshan asked.
I turned to face him. I kept a hand on his chest and nodded, smiling.
“Manisha, I want to tell you something. Just promise me you won’t get angry,” Roshan said.
“What now?” I asked.
“Just promise, please,” Roshan said.
“Ok. I promise,” I said, just to find out what he wanted to tell me.
Just then I felt fingers penetrating my anus. I was startled. I wanted to turn towards Atul, but he laughed. “I like the heat in your asshole,” he said.
I shook my head. It was so strange and unexpected, but I decided to ignore it.
“Manisha…Atul is my dad,” Roshan said.
“No way!” I said, shocked.
“He is right,” Atul said, pushing his middle finger deeper inside my anus.
I closed my eyes and didn’t say anything for a moment.
“The saree and Mangalsutra you are wearing belong to my late wife,” Atul said.
I didn’t say anything. I was angry and confused.
“Are you angry?” Roshan asked.
I opened my eyes and asked, “Just tell me, who is going to marry me?”
“Me!” Both the men said.
I laughed, but I knew both were serious.
A month later, Father and Son married me in a private marriage ceremony.
Four years later I have one son with Roshan and one son with Atul. And I am pregnant with Atul’s daughter.
We have a happy married life.
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