For clarity while reading, these are the three couples in the story:
Me and my wife, Pooja.
Anand and his wife, Saranya.
Rahul and his wife, Aathmika.
I woke up with a hangover. My head was pounding. I could feel that I had one heck of a night. But I couldn’t remember what exactly happened. When my mind became focused enough, I realized that I was lying naked, covered only with a blanket. Not a bad thing.
But then, I looked over to the other side of the bed and had the shock of my life. I saw my wife’s younger sister, Aathmika, lying naked next to me. She is a 5-foot 6-inch beauty with fair skin and a beautiful complexion. The blanket barely covered her glorious 36 C size boobs with light brown nipples.
Her round ass looked like it got a good spanking. Her long hair was a mess. It did not take me too long to realize I fucked her brains out last night. I wanted to suck on her delicious-looking breasts. But I held myself back so as not to wake her up.
All I could remember from last night was that my wife and I hosted a party to celebrate getting our Green Cards. After the party was done, my wife’s sisters, and their respective spouses all stayed over. Beyond that, everything else was a blur.
For the life of me, I couldn’t remember how the fuck I ended up naked next to my wife’s younger sister.
“If Aathmika is here, then…” I thought to myself as I got out of bed. I put on some underwear and went around the house to see what other surprises I was to find. And surprised I was.
In the master bedroom, I found my sexy, brown beauty of a wife, Pooja, sleeping with her older sister’s husband, Anand. They both were naked, obviously having had a crazy fuck session. My wife’s naked, hourglass body was barely covered.
Her 34 C boobs looked like they had been sucked thoroughly. I could see some dried cum stains on her body. I felt aroused looking at my gorgeous wife lying naked with another man. I imagined in my mind how Anand must have banged her hard all night.
This was turning out to be quite the morning, full of unexpected twists!
I slowly closed the door and walked to the 3rd bedroom. As I expected, Aathmika’s husband, Rahul, was sleeping with my wife’s older sister, Saranya. Them both looking like they had a mad fuck night themselves.
I shamelessly started at Saranya’s half-naked body. She is a petite beauty, with a brown skin tone just like my wife. But with bigger 36 D boobs and a round 35 ass.
I closed the door and went to the kitchen. I made myself some coffee and sat down in the living room, waiting for everyone to wake up.
A short while later, I heard a shriek from the guest bedroom. Looks like Saranya and Rahul just woke up. I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Eventually everyone woke up and had their shocked reactions to what happened. We all gathered in the living room.
“What in the world happened?”
“I don’t know! I can’t remember anything! It’s all foggy!”
We all felt the same. A couple of hours and a lot of coffee later, we slowly came to terms with what happened. But what exactly happened was what everyone wanted to know.
We gathered all our phones and pulled out all the pictures and videos from them to piece together what happened. We played them on the big TV in the living room. It felt like the Hangover Movie.
Last night, after all the guests had left, we started playing the game Taboo. We had a lot of drinks by then, and we were clearly tipsy. I was high as fuck, and I suggested that we make the game a bit more daring. Whenever anyone lost a round, he or she would have to remove something from their body.
Everybody was too drunk to think straight, and so they agreed. As the game progressed, we started removing our accessories: watches, earrings, necklaces, mangalsutras, etc. When they were gone, we started removing our clothes. Shirts, tops, jeans, pants, skirts, one piece of clothing after another.
But after that, there were no more photos or videos on anyone’s phones. We knew what this meant, but we wanted to see for ourselves. We looked again and found a few more videos on Saranya’s phone. I cast her phone to the TV. Boy, were we all in for the biggest surprise of our lives!
Images of three naked women and men popped on the screen. We were fucking each other right there in the middle of the living room. It was a glorious fuck fest! I was fucking Saranya, Anand was fucking Aathmika, and Rahul was fucking Pooja.
“Ahhhh… Ahhhh… Ahhhh…Fuck…. Ahhh!” The girls’ moans were loud and sensual. We men were banging our sisters-in-law with the intensity of animals. We weren’t holding back one bit. We fucked them like they were our sluts.
That was round one. In round two, I was making out with Aathmika, Anand took Pooja, and Rahul took Saranya. Someone proposed that we take our ‘mate’ for the night.
I took Aathmika and went into the second bedroom. Anand took Pooja into the Master bedroom, and Rahul took Saranya to the 3rd bedroom. That was the end of the last video.
We were speechless after watching that. After everything sank in, we realized that we all probably had those sexual urges towards each other. This situation gave us the perfect moment to let them come out in the open.
This was going to be our secret! We made a pact that we would take this to our graves.
“So then, what now?” Saranya asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked her.
“I mean, we can lie to the world, but we can’t lie to ourselves, right?” She asked.
“We don’t have to,” Rahul said.
We all looked at him. What he said was true. Between us, there was no pretending. He spoke out loud what was probably on all our minds. He then got up and took my wife, Pooja’s hand. She did not object. She stood up next to him. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back at her.
I went and took Saranya’s hand; Anand took Aathmika’s hand. We all walked into the Master bedroom together, hand in hand. No need to pretend anymore.
And we fucked! Like never before. For the rest of the world, we were all normal couples. But behind closed doors, we lived our real lives without any boundaries.
We had countless orgies. Just imagine three beautiful women and three potent men all naked in one room. It just got bolder and more daring as time went on. There was swapping, cuckolding, threesomes and foursomes in every way that was possible.
MFM, FMF, MMFM, FFMF, FFF and MMM. We unleashed our deepest desires and fantasies. We thoroughly used the women in every way possible. And they were happy being used and pleasured. It was primal living to the fullest.
But there was more than just fucking. What happens when every single one of the women gets their ripe wombs filled with the potent mix of the three men? That, too, many, many times over. All three women became pregnant. There was no way of telling exactly who impregnated who.
When we couldn’t fuck their cunts anymore, we plugged their mouths with our hard dicks. We became creative. A few months later, the women gave birth to healthy babies.
Time flies, and it’s been three years since. And we continue our three-way swinging lifestyle. Not a single soul has any idea about it.
Now, it was time for us to have another child. But this time, we wanted to do it with a sense of clarity. So, we picked our mate to breed. I impregnated Aathmika, Anand impregnated my wife, Pooja, and Rahul impregnated Saranya.
Endnote: I hope you enjoyed the story. Let me know what you think in the comments.