Hello guys, Saurabh from Kerala here with another story. Now this is not my life experience. It is developed from the experience of a woman I was with last year.
From Ananya’s perspective:
Now I am a woman who likes to dress in a way that shows a bit of my curves, and I enjoy it when other guys look at me with all their nasty thoughts. My husband is a guy, average build, and he keeps me quite happy and well enough in bed.
The other night, my husband and I went out for some shopping and had dinner later. I was wearing tight-fitting jeans and a low-cut top that showed a little bit of my cleavage, but not too much of it.
I know I looked like a bomb. I was enjoying the glances I got from the men. I even smiled back at a few. One time, I even overheard two college kids saying, “What a dumptruck of an ass man, it must be hella nice view to see it bounce if I fuck her from the back” (obviously in Malayalam, and that too in a very cheap way), and I kinda enjoyed it.
What I did not expect was to see my husband smiling at what those kids said. That made me wonder. Does my husband enjoy when others look at me as well?!
At the restaurant during dinner, I noticed it again. He was trying to hide his smile, adjusting his pants, when the waiter stared at my chest and complimented my beauty.
It made me feel attracted to him, so I decided to test it.
It was way past midnight, and the house was dead quiet. We were cosied up in bed, the sheets were pulled up to our chins, and our phones were casting a soft blue light on our faces. As we often do, we were watching adult videos together, slow, unhurried, letting the mood build naturally.
I chose it on purpose- an MMF threesome scene, where two men are completely focused on one woman, everything deliberate and slow, hands exploring mouths, her body arching between them in pure shared pleasure.
At first, I said nothing. I just watched my husband watching the screen. His breathing quickened immediately, shallower, faster. Then I noticed it: under the sheet, his cock stirring, growing hard so quickly, standing rigid. The tip was already glistening with that first drop of pre-cum. He tried to hide it by shifting to the other side, but I felt the warmth radiating from him, the tiny involuntary twitch when one man on the screen entered the woman while the other one kissed along her neck.
My hand moved slowly, resting lightly on my husband’s stomach, fingers spread. He drew in a breath.
“Baby…” I whispered, my lips to my husband’s ear, “You’re so hard right now… I can feel it throbbing against my thigh.”
My husband gave a nervous laugh. “The video is hot, that’s all.”
I curled my fingers around my husband’s cock, warm velvet, the pulse jumping under my palm. I didn’t stroke him yet, just held him. “Is it just the video?”
A long silence. The sounds from the phone filled the space- moans, wet rhythm, murmured words of encouragement.
I pressed a light kiss to my husband’s jaw. “Tell me… What’s making you leak like this?”
My husband swallowed hard. I felt the movement against my lips. Then, in a rough voice: “I’ve thought about it. Us. With someone else”
My heart beat faster, not fear, just a warm wave of curiosity. His cock is getting harder inside my grip as he speaks.
I gave him the softest squeeze. “With someone else….how?”
“Another man. Touching you. Being inside you while I watch…. Both of us together. I’ve imagined it since our honeymoon.”
With every word, my husband grew harder in my hand, thicker, hotter, the vein along the underside pulsing stronger.
Pre-cum coated my fingers steadily now.
I stroked once, slow and deliberate from base to tip, spreading the slickness.
“Keep going,” I said quietly, my thumb circling the head.
My husband paused, let it all pour out.
“That private cove on the beach at night. Moonlight shining on the water. You in that bikini, your skin still warm from the sun all day.
We thought we were alone… Then a stranger appears, walking up the sand. Tall quiet. You look at me first. Your eyes, asking for permission. I nod. You turn to him. He kisses your neck while I watch, my cock aching with how hard it is.
Then he slips your bikini down, takes your nipples in his mouth while you moan my name. I join… Sliding into you from behind as he’s in your mouth. Both of us inside you at the same time -stretching you, filling you. No names. No tomorrow. Just the three of us lost in the sand, beneath us, waves in the background.”
Each detail made his hips lift into my hand. His breathing was ragged, eyes glazed in the light.
Confessing it visibly made my husband ache. His cock was twitching, stomach muscles tight with need.
I stayed silent for a moment, simply listening, letting my husband’s words settle between us like a shared secret.
My other hand rested on his chest, feeling his heart pound. “You’ve… carried this alone for many years?”
“Yes.” His voice was a groan. “I was afraid you’d think I didn’t want you. That something was missing.”
I moved closer, pressing my wetness against his thigh so he could feel how his honesty had affected me. “Nothing is missing. It means you trusted me enough to say it.”
I guided his hand between my legs. Let him feel how soaked my pussy had become. My husband groaned softly as his fingers slipped inside easily.
I took off my bra, let my nipples slide over his face, through his nose, letting him lick me for a moment. We kissed deeply. Our tongues were moving together while I stroked my husband in rhythm as his fingers curled inside me.
The video played on, forgotten.
I straddled him and sank his cock slowly. Inch by inch until he was buried completely. We both gasped. His cock felt so thick inside me after all that buildup, the stretch perfect and aching.
I rode him gently at first, grinding deep, my hands braced on his chest.
“Imagine him here “, I whispered.
He thrust up harder, hands gripping my hips. “Yes… God, yes.”
“Touching your wife in front of you. His fingers curled up inside me as he took my nipples between his teeth. My eyes are locked onto yours, feeling the girth and hardness of another man in my hand. And when he turns me around, spreads my legs before he pushes himself in deep as my pussy takes in something bigger than it ever had, my eyes are still locked on to yours”
“Oh fuck yes, don’t stop honey”. His breathing changed, and he started to pant as he pounded me faster. I locked his hands over his head and started to ride him faster.
“Imagine your wife getting absolutely railed by a cock she loves. Imagine me moaning his name to your face, imagine your wife getting absolutely plundered by another man, imagine your wife’s boobs swinging back and forth, her eyes rolling back, and her cunt squirting out juices to the man’s cock as he fucks your wife’s pussy like a whore.”
My husband was beyond the point of control; he completely submitted himself to my voice and me.
We came together. His cock was pulsing inside me, shooting a load of warm cum that dripped through my vagina. My walls tightened around him as the fantasy lingered between us like shared breath.
I didn’t let him pull out. He opened his eyes to look at me. There I was, smiling at him as I rode him slowly, even as he came.
Afterwards, we stayed locked together, sweaty, hearts gradually slowing in rhythm.
My husband pulled me close. Kissed my forehead. “Thank you… For not pulling.”
I traced his lips with my finger. “Thank you… For letting me.”
That night didn’t change who we are. It simply opened another layer.
If any ladies want to talk or meet, ping me at [email protected].