Sharing girl-friend with best friend
Introduction:
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I am Sanjay Ray, now aged some +28, a small scale manufacturer or businessman, and based in Calcutta. I am dark, average in built, with high libido.
However, I married Tulika, @ Tuli, little more than two years ago (2012). Simply gorgeous, Tulika, my younger by 2 years, is a sharp-featured beauty with strange temptation written in her large eyes. She is pinkish-fair in complexion, tall in height (5’6”), endowed with a shapely-curvaceous and mouthwatering body [34d / 30 / 35], with modern or contemporary outlook and affable in attitude or bubbly by nature. Sexually, she’s simply a harlot on bed — very demanding, noisy, multi-orgasmic —- and prone to hedonism that ever matched my heterodox outlook towards sex.
Well, ours has been a love-marriage (early 2011). Well, from the very beginning our conjugality has been warm and satisfactory. On bed, Tulika happens to be like a horny whore, and little noisy. However, she’s prone to wearing slightly revealing, or and mod dresses, and I would always love seeing other males, especially strangers, lusting for her.
Contextually speaking, Tulika had been my junior contemporary in college [Presidency: 2004-07], while Mirza Anees was our contemporary from another college [Vidyasagar]. And since those days Tuli and Mirza have been closer buddies, — or, in other words, ours was sort of a trio; we chit-chatted together, moved together after college hours, or would spend time together in college canteen, or even when I used to take Tuli to Southern Lake Park — a popular ‘love-garden’ at Golpark area — to romance with my belle or girlfriend Tuli at sun-setting or early evening hours, we would sometimes take Mirza also alongwith, because generally Police used to disturb only the pairs sitting there in the Park in darksome ambience. Whatever . . . , therefore, Tuli had no timidity or inhibition with Mirza as he had seen Tuli many a time being smooched by me in that garden. Or, rather in fact, both Tuli and I would thus enjoy teasing our poor fiancee-less best buddy Mirza who might later jerk-off with bosomy Tuli in mind in toilet. . .
However, though the relationship between Tulika and me was romantic with a tacit prospect of marriage in future, I would feel hornier or more excited whenever my eyes noticed this Muslim guy, Mirza, stealthily staring at Tuli’s mouthwatering cleavage that Tuli would, unselfconsciously or consciously, leave exposed or discernible or peeping out from her U-necked blouse or partially unbuttoned shirt etc. This sight would arouse me to my utter surprise; perhaps it would titillate a latent voyeuristic ego in me.
And one day (2008), while bathing a strange idea flashed in or occupied my mind. I was aware that Mirza must have had a crush on my young pretty and youth-overflown girlfriend Tulika [who was then in her +19 years]. And my thought was to somehow, on a pretext, push Mirza’s hand inside Tulika’s blouse or shirt to ease him to taste warm resilience of her pectoral domes. . .
Well, as far as my (premarital) physical intimacy with Tulika was concerned, it was limited only to casual smooches or sometimes her breast-cupping (over her upper garment) etc, — I had not yet copulated her out of a trepidation or (inferiority) complex lest I might fail to impress or satisfy her (physical) needs, that I was prone to premature ejaculation. In fact, I had been under presupposition of her being a virtual virgin, and therefore, desired that she should loose her virginity to our best buddy Mirza before my eating her up. Anyway, for this, a pretext or opportunity before me was forthcoming. . .
The Dolyatra [Holi] of that Year [2008] fell on 22nd March. A week before, while chit-chatting with Tuli, I casually touched upon a topic of the gratuitous or promiscuous part of the Holi fun, and noticed her interest in it. And finding her interest in it for the sake of a fun, I blurted out to her a proposition to play Holi with Mirza this time in a gratuitous mirth. My intelligent as well as intuitive girlfriend immediately guessed my mind, and asked me what kind of attire I wanted her to wear for that day, and burst into a giggle just after her question, and I took her giggle or laughter for an indicative affirmation on her part to try out this wet fun. I felt thrilled in anticipation. . .
On that scheduled day [of Dol (22nd March 2008)], at about 10 o’clock morning, equipped with a small plastic bag containing some packets of ‘gulal’ of different hues etc, I motor-biked down to Bhawanipore to pick up Tulika who was waiting for me in her casuals. She found her in an olden piece of collarless sleeveless blue-hued jacket kind of front-buttoned shirt with a black mid-skirt. And looking at her pectoral front, I felt she was braless underneath. But I did not ask if she wore a bra inside or, if not, then why! But I smiled to myself. Well, Tulika rode astride on my bike at the rear and hugged me tight from behind as the bike resumed running for our destination, Khidirpore.
Khidirpore is a congested area, mostly inhabited by Muslim denizens, mostly poor or middle-class folks. Anyway, I parked my bike on the roadside of a by-lane in front of Mirza’s house. Lots of young people, in a scattered way, were, in that narrow lane, playing wet colours with Holi-syringes in hands, spraying water-colours over one another at random in a noisy mirth. We hurriedly entered the main door of the house and straightway walked up the stairs leading to the roof-terrace or attic where Mirza lived in. Mirza was in his lungee and Banyan (which’re his usual home-attire), and we, without giving him a scope to run off, attacked or jumped over him. And unpacking a gulal-packet, I gave some dry gulal (vermilion of a type) to Tulika who zealously took to daubing the colour on Mirza’s face, and I too joined this wobbly spree. Mirza and Tulika were almost jostling together and laughing aloud in high sprits. All on a sudden, in situational spontaneity, Mirza lost his continence, — and he somewhat forcibly jammed or leaned Tulika against the surface of his bed in her recumbent position, and started groping or feeling after her upside with red gulal in hands, while I only watched, laughing. Having smeared the colour on her face, his hands of palms slid down or came over her heaving breast-domes, still hidden under her cotton jacket-shirt. Next moment Mirza grabbed a part of it down her front and yanked apart — the torn buttons went flying, and her pair of pert breasts instantly exposed or jutted out to kill Mirza with their penetrating pectoral sex-appeal. The view of Tulika’s saucy breasts turned Mirza agape in wonder and fascination. And instantly he developed a discernible bulge in his lungee with an irresistible lust for her. In the beginning, Tulika had put a mild resistance to Mirza’s advances, but then as his palms feeling after or practically kneading her arrogantly-firm and resilient breasts, Tulika gave in to him with acquiesce or tacit consent to be devoured. . .
In no time Tulika’s two breast-domes were made crimson by Mirza, and soft moans of pleasure were often escaping her mouth. Suddenly I turned naughtier, and I yanked down Mirza’s lungee, thus exposing his bottom in the open. I was taken aback by his huge swollen and thick circumcised cock reeling like a reed in sexual fury. Tulika’s eyes also went wide the moment she saw his erection, though she had already perceived his erotic rage on her nether part as his lower part was thrusting or elbowing against her underside, between her thighs. Anyway, next course of events went on occurring on spontaneous impulse or situational demand. He rolled up her skirt and peeled off her nylon under-panty — and thus exposing her pubic area which was already wet with her pre-orgasmic secretion, Mirza, in my front, positioned or readied himself to enter her within. And next moment his thick manhood or cock, without condom, entered Tulika with a slow but steady push, and went deeper and suddenly halted midway. She was cock-tight now, and she whimpered or squeaked in pain the moment he resumed moving forth further. . Perhaps she was technically virgin, and she again moaned aloud now against his deeper thrust, perhaps tearing apart her hymen. He went inside to the hilt. And then seizing her hard-yet-soft-fleshed breasts in hands, Mirza assumed his coital journey with her in a to-and-fro movement, by instinct or otherwise. Soon, all her outcries or pain faded out — and her moans of pain now transformed into those of pleasure. He was savagely kneading her breasts, and her breasts proudly rebounded to his every squeeze, soft or harder, with all their solid firmness and resilience in arrogance of her prime youth. Their see-sawing copulation begot the typical coital squelchy hum, tinged with their love-moans that echoed or rolled round the room. I kept watching them, fascinated and speechless. Mirza thus took her to the seventh heaven of ecstasy with him, bringing her to a series of shuddering orgasm, one after another. And her comely and colour-smeared face looked resplendent with delight. Then the awaited moment came up — a groan escaped Mirza, indicating his ensuing volcanic outburst. And he asked her whether he should flood out inside or outside her. Reeling in ecstasy Tulika beckoned him to release his lava in her womb. And very next moment Tulika saw stars as his forceful deluge clouted against the wall of her hungry womb. And she turned somewhat senseless by the impact of the high intensity of sexual bliss — and her womb eagerly absorbed all globs of his seminal deluge — and thus that moment transformed nubile Tulika a complete woman. . .
Soon after the ejaculation, Mirza withdrew from Tuli’s within, and rushed to his attached-bathroom, while Tulika stayed recumbent in the bed despite the fact that her ‘not immediate washing’ might put her into a trouble, i.e., (premarital) pregnancy. Well, Tulika went to bathroom only after Mirza vacated it.
Thus, however, that Holi day turned to be a red letter day to Tulika and me, also to Mirza.
After this incident, ours became a trio — and three of us experienced or secretly underwent the tryst of threesomes, time to time or as and when chances came up, obviously on heterosexual terms. Horny Tulika would always enjoy these funs, especially while sharing her pair of elated breasts with Mirza and me, one each.
Now this strange kind of (stealthy and emotionally-uncomplicated) triangular relationship, which began in 2008, among three of us continued till Tulika was married off to me in summer 2012. And thus, during this period of two years, Tulika was accidentally impregnated once, probably by (unmarried) Mirza, and we got her aborted (March 2012) before it was too late.
However, I married Tulika, @ Tuli, little more than two years ago (2012). Simply gorgeous, Tulika, my younger by 2 years, is a sharp-featured beauty with strange temptation written in her large eyes. She is pinkish-fair in complexion, tall in height (5’6”), endowed with a shapely-curvaceous and mouthwatering body [34d / 30 / 35], with modern or contemporary outlook and affable in attitude or bubbly by nature. Sexually, she’s simply a harlot on bed — very demanding, noisy, multi-orgasmic —- and prone to hedonism that ever matched my heterodox outlook towards sex.
Well, ours has been a love-marriage (early 2011). Well, from the very beginning our conjugality has been warm and satisfactory. On bed, Tulika happens to be like a horny whore, and little noisy. However, she’s prone to wearing slightly revealing, or and mod dresses, and I would always love seeing other males, especially strangers, lusting for her.
Contextually speaking, Tulika had been my junior contemporary in college [Presidency: 2004-07], while Mirza Anees was our contemporary from another college [Vidyasagar]. And since those days Tuli and Mirza have been closer buddies, — or, in other words, ours was sort of a trio; we chit-chatted together, moved together after college hours, or would spend time together in college canteen, or even when I used to take Tuli to Southern Lake Park — a popular ‘love-garden’ at Golpark area — to romance with my belle or girlfriend Tuli at sun-setting or early evening hours, we would sometimes take Mirza also alongwith, because generally Police used to disturb only the pairs sitting there in the Park in darksome ambience. Whatever . . . , therefore, Tuli had no timidity or inhibition with Mirza as he had seen Tuli many a time being smooched by me in that garden. Or, rather in fact, both Tuli and I would thus enjoy teasing our poor fiancee-less best buddy Mirza who might later jerk-off with bosomy Tuli in mind in toilet. . .
However, though the relationship between Tulika and me was romantic with a tacit prospect of marriage in future, I would feel hornier or more excited whenever my eyes noticed this Muslim guy, Mirza, stealthily staring at Tuli’s mouthwatering cleavage that Tuli would, unselfconsciously or consciously, leave exposed or discernible or peeping out from her U-necked blouse or partially unbuttoned shirt etc. This sight would arouse me to my utter surprise; perhaps it would titillate a latent voyeuristic ego in me.
And one day (2008), while bathing a strange idea flashed in or occupied my mind. I was aware that Mirza must have had a crush on my young pretty and youth-overflown girlfriend Tulika [who was then in her +19 years]. And my thought was to somehow, on a pretext, push Mirza’s hand inside Tulika’s blouse or shirt to ease him to taste warm resilience of her pectoral domes. . .
Well, as far as my (premarital) physical intimacy with Tulika was concerned, it was limited only to casual smooches or sometimes her breast-cupping (over her upper garment) etc, — I had not yet copulated her out of a trepidation or (inferiority) complex lest I might fail to impress or satisfy her (physical) needs, that I was prone to premature ejaculation. In fact, I had been under presupposition of her being a virtual virgin, and therefore, desired that she should loose her virginity to our best buddy Mirza before my eating her up. Anyway, for this, a pretext or opportunity before me was forthcoming. . .
The Dolyatra [Holi] of that Year [2008] fell on 22nd March. A week before, while chit-chatting with Tuli, I casually touched upon a topic of the gratuitous or promiscuous part of the Holi fun, and noticed her interest in it. And finding her interest in it for the sake of a fun, I blurted out to her a proposition to play Holi with Mirza this time in a gratuitous mirth. My intelligent as well as intuitive girlfriend immediately guessed my mind, and asked me what kind of attire I wanted her to wear for that day, and burst into a giggle just after her question, and I took her giggle or laughter for an indicative affirmation on her part to try out this wet fun. I felt thrilled in anticipation. . .
On that scheduled day [of Dol (22nd March 2008)], at about 10 o’clock morning, equipped with a small plastic bag containing some packets of ‘gulal’ of different hues etc, I motor-biked down to Bhawanipore to pick up Tulika who was waiting for me in her casuals. She found her in an olden piece of collarless sleeveless blue-hued jacket kind of front-buttoned shirt with a black mid-skirt. And looking at her pectoral front, I felt she was braless underneath. But I did not ask if she wore a bra inside or, if not, then why! But I smiled to myself. Well, Tulika rode astride on my bike at the rear and hugged me tight from behind as the bike resumed running for our destination, Khidirpore.
Khidirpore is a congested area, mostly inhabited by Muslim denizens, mostly poor or middle-class folks. Anyway, I parked my bike on the roadside of a by-lane in front of Mirza’s house. Lots of young people, in a scattered way, were, in that narrow lane, playing wet colours with Holi-syringes in hands, spraying water-colours over one another at random in a noisy mirth. We hurriedly entered the main door of the house and straightway walked up the stairs leading to the roof-terrace or attic where Mirza lived in. Mirza was in his lungee and Banyan (which’re his usual home-attire), and we, without giving him a scope to run off, attacked or jumped over him. And unpacking a gulal-packet, I gave some dry gulal (vermilion of a type) to Tulika who zealously took to daubing the colour on Mirza’s face, and I too joined this wobbly spree. Mirza and Tulika were almost jostling together and laughing aloud in high sprits. All on a sudden, in situational spontaneity, Mirza lost his continence, — and he somewhat forcibly jammed or leaned Tulika against the surface of his bed in her recumbent position, and started groping or feeling after her upside with red gulal in hands, while I only watched, laughing. Having smeared the colour on her face, his hands of palms slid down or came over her heaving breast-domes, still hidden under her cotton jacket-shirt. Next moment Mirza grabbed a part of it down her front and yanked apart — the torn buttons went flying, and her pair of pert breasts instantly exposed or jutted out to kill Mirza with their penetrating pectoral sex-appeal. The view of Tulika’s saucy breasts turned Mirza agape in wonder and fascination. And instantly he developed a discernible bulge in his lungee with an irresistible lust for her. In the beginning, Tulika had put a mild resistance to Mirza’s advances, but then as his palms feeling after or practically kneading her arrogantly-firm and resilient breasts, Tulika gave in to him with acquiesce or tacit consent to be devoured. . .
In no time Tulika’s two breast-domes were made crimson by Mirza, and soft moans of pleasure were often escaping her mouth. Suddenly I turned naughtier, and I yanked down Mirza’s lungee, thus exposing his bottom in the open. I was taken aback by his huge swollen and thick circumcised cock reeling like a reed in sexual fury. Tulika’s eyes also went wide the moment she saw his erection, though she had already perceived his erotic rage on her nether part as his lower part was thrusting or elbowing against her underside, between her thighs. Anyway, next course of events went on occurring on spontaneous impulse or situational demand. He rolled up her skirt and peeled off her nylon under-panty — and thus exposing her pubic area which was already wet with her pre-orgasmic secretion, Mirza, in my front, positioned or readied himself to enter her within. And next moment his thick manhood or cock, without condom, entered Tulika with a slow but steady push, and went deeper and suddenly halted midway. She was cock-tight now, and she whimpered or squeaked in pain the moment he resumed moving forth further. . Perhaps she was technically virgin, and she again moaned aloud now against his deeper thrust, perhaps tearing apart her hymen. He went inside to the hilt. And then seizing her hard-yet-soft-fleshed breasts in hands, Mirza assumed his coital journey with her in a to-and-fro movement, by instinct or otherwise. Soon, all her outcries or pain faded out — and her moans of pain now transformed into those of pleasure. He was savagely kneading her breasts, and her breasts proudly rebounded to his every squeeze, soft or harder, with all their solid firmness and resilience in arrogance of her prime youth. Their see-sawing copulation begot the typical coital squelchy hum, tinged with their love-moans that echoed or rolled round the room. I kept watching them, fascinated and speechless. Mirza thus took her to the seventh heaven of ecstasy with him, bringing her to a series of shuddering orgasm, one after another. And her comely and colour-smeared face looked resplendent with delight. Then the awaited moment came up — a groan escaped Mirza, indicating his ensuing volcanic outburst. And he asked her whether he should flood out inside or outside her. Reeling in ecstasy Tulika beckoned him to release his lava in her womb. And very next moment Tulika saw stars as his forceful deluge clouted against the wall of her hungry womb. And she turned somewhat senseless by the impact of the high intensity of sexual bliss — and her womb eagerly absorbed all globs of his seminal deluge — and thus that moment transformed nubile Tulika a complete woman. . .
Soon after the ejaculation, Mirza withdrew from Tuli’s within, and rushed to his attached-bathroom, while Tulika stayed recumbent in the bed despite the fact that her ‘not immediate washing’ might put her into a trouble, i.e., (premarital) pregnancy. Well, Tulika went to bathroom only after Mirza vacated it.
Thus, however, that Holi day turned to be a red letter day to Tulika and me, also to Mirza.
After this incident, ours became a trio — and three of us experienced or secretly underwent the tryst of threesomes, time to time or as and when chances came up, obviously on heterosexual terms. Horny Tulika would always enjoy these funs, especially while sharing her pair of elated breasts with Mirza and me, one each.
Now this strange kind of (stealthy and emotionally-uncomplicated) triangular relationship, which began in 2008, among three of us continued till Tulika was married off to me in summer 2012. And thus, during this period of two years, Tulika was accidentally impregnated once, probably by (unmarried) Mirza, and we got her aborted (March 2012) before it was too late.
