Married Indian Men By mike loggerman Chatterman36@aol.com As always please support Nifty...
I started having sex with married guys when I was in college. I didn't keep my sexual preferences a secret, just so everyone knew where I stood. No one bothered me either. I liked being with married guys because they are horny and want no strings.
I was at a park near campus, and started chatting with a guy I met there. He looked average, about 35. He said he wasn't getting along with his wife. He said they almost never had sex anymore. I was surprised and asked what he did. He made a jerking off hand motion. I said that sucked and he should find someone to suck his cock. He said where was he supposed to find someone like that. I said I'd suck his cock if he wanted. He said he'd love that. We walked into the woods and he lowered his shorts and I got on my knees. His cock was six inches and he had a strong scent and a nice bush. I played with his balls as I sucked his cock and he shot his load in my mouth. I swallowed and he pulled up his shorts.
As we walked out of the woods, he said it was great. I told him I liked his cock and would suck it any time he wanted. He took my cell number and started texting me when he was horny. I was sucking his cock three to four times a week.
We started meeting at his office after it closed for more privacy. I liked feeling his body and he would get naked for me. I sucked his balls and ate his ass, and played with his hairy pits. One evening I was playing with his pits, and he asked what else I liked besides sucking. I said if I like a guy, I liked him to fuck me. He said it sounds hot. I said it's very hot. He asked if he could fuck me. I said I'd love him to. I got undressed and he felt me all over. He liked feeling me and said he didn't know why he hadn't done it before. He got between my legs and pressed his hard cock against my hole. He slid his cock inside me and we both moaned. I felt his chest as he moved in and out of me. There was something exciting about a married guy fucking me. I groaned as he pounded me and shot his load inside me. He pulled out and sucked my cock. I shot my load in his mouth. He said it was really intense.
We kept meeting at his office for a few months, and he fucked me every time. After a while, he stopped texting me.
I became friendly with another married guy at a gym I go to. His name is Stan. He's a pretty hairy guy, and I like that. I guess he's in his 40s. He'd be standing naked in front of me while he was talking sports or politics. Sometimes he stood close enough for me to suck his cock. I looked up and told him to watch his distance unless he was offering me an invitation. He laughed and stepped back. I actually wouldn't mind and invitation from him. He has a long dangling cock and big balls, surrounded by a thick brown bush.
As I walked out of the gym, Stan caught up with me in the parking lot and asked if I wanted a ride home. I got in his car and he asked if he did offer me an invitation, would I take it. I said seriously, yes. He told me his wife was out of town and we could go to his house. He seemed nervous, so to reassure him, I said I'd been seeing him naked all this time, and had wondered how big it gets. He surprised me by telling me he'd been admiring my body and couldn't wait to feel it.
We got in the house and he took me to the guest room. We got undressed and he felt me all over. We lay on the bed and sucked each other's cocks. His cock had to be eight inches and thick. He sucked my balls and turned me over and ate my ass. He parted my cheeks and I felt his hard cock pressing against my hole. I moaned as he moved in and out of me until I felt his pubes brushing against my ass. He rubbed my back as he slowly pounded me. He groaned as he shot his load inside me. I sucked his cock clean and he got between my legs and sucked my cock until I shot my load.
Stan said it was great and asked if we could meet again. I said definitely. As he drove me home, he said since his wife was gone all week, I could come over every night. He would pick me up and drive me home.
For the next week, I went to Stan's house. He loved feeling my body and sucking my cock, and I loved sucking his cock and being fucked. He still met with me after his wife got back into town, but not as frequently.
His business had a warehouse that was used for storage. He set up a mattress in a back area, and we met there twice a week. I loved feeling his hairy body, and he spent a long time feeling me before he fucked me. He told me he had fucked a lot of women, but fucking another man was more satisfying. When we were at the gym, it was like we were just casual friends. I'd laugh to myself, knowing within an hour, his cock would be shooting his seed inside me. The same cock that went inside his wife.
Even though I met Stan twice a week, I was hungry for more. I met a stocky hairy blond guy in his 40s who came to repair my plumbing. He clearly had his wedding ring on. I stood over him admiring his ass crack. I asked if all plumbers had to have nice ass cracks to get their plumbing license. He laughed and said no, but his was the nicest. I said I thought he was right. He asked if I liked a nice ass. I said I did, but mine is pretty nice too. He asked if he was going to get to see my crack. He smiled and said it's only fair. I lowered my shorts and bent over. He felt my cheeks and ran his fingers up and down my hairy crack. I said it felt good. He slid his finger inside my ass and I moaned. He undid his pants and I felt his hard cock pressing against my hole. I pushed back onto his cock and felt it inside me. He held my hips and moved in and out of me he thrust his cock deep inside me as he reached around and stroked my cock. He said he was going to cum. I told him to cum inside me. He thrust hard as he shot his load inside me. When he was done, I sucked his cock clean. He didn't charge me for the plumbing, but said he might need to come back again. I said he was welcome any time. He said his name was Joe.
Joe came by several times a week. I enjoyed feeling his hairy body, and enjoyed him fucking me. He was usually pretty sweaty and I loved his scent as he lay on top of me thrusting inside me.
The next married guy I was with was Patel, an Indian man in his 30s. I used to see him in the park jogging. He had a pretty hairy chest and legs from what I could see from his tank top and shorts. We used to say hello as he would jog by, and then he'd stop by to talk when he was done. When I would sit closer to him, he didn't move away. He warned me that he smelled sweaty, but I said I don't mind. I commented that he was a pretty hairy guy and his wife was a lucky woman. He said most women don't like hairy guys including his wife. I rubbed my leg against his and said some guys do. He said yeah, but what can you do with a man? I smiled and said if he likes you, the same thing you can do with a woman. He rubbed my leg with his and asked if I liked him that much. I said I liked him very much, and asked if he wanted to come to my apartment. He smiled and said he would really love to. I lived nearby and he drove us there.
When we got in my apartment, I took off his shirt and felt his hairy chest and licked his armpits. He took off my shirt and felt my chest and sucked my tits. I slid down his shorts and briefs and sucked his big dark cock. His cock was hard and dripping. He had a very thick wide bush, and big low hanging balls. He said his wife complains his cock is too big to suck. I said it was perfect. I slid off my shorts and he stroked my cock and felt my ass. I bent over against the couch and he parted my cheeks and pressed his hard cock against my hole. I could feel the heat from it. He pressed slowly and his cock slid inside me. He loved how tight it felt. He leaned over me and I felt his hairy chest against my back. He asked if I liked it. I said I did, but would rather him fuck me face to face. He pulled out of me and we went to the bedroom. I got on my back and he got on top of me and slid his cock inside me. I felt his chest and armpits as we moaned together. He kissed me and said this was the first-time he fucked a man. I groaned as he pounded me. He said he was going to cum and shot a huge load inside me. He kept his cock inside me until he got soft. He lay beside me and said he really liked it. I told him I loved it and hoped we could do it again. He told me he jogs every morning, and would love to do it whenever I wanted.
I started meeting him every morning and he would come home with me. He was pretty passionate. I loved feeling his hairy body brushing against mine as he fucked me balls deep. He always made me cum just by fucking me. He started kissing me passionately and said he loved fucking me more than his wife. I started to have feelings for him.
As time went on my feelings for Patel grew more intense. It seemed his feelings were the same. He loved eating my ass and sucking my tits before entering me. While he moved in and out of me he loved me feeling his chest and playing with his bushy armpits. We kissed passionately as he shot his load in me.
He told me his wife knows about us. I asked if that meant we couldn't get together anymore. He said no. She knows and she's glad. I looked puzzled, so Patel explained that his wife didn't like having sex. She only wanted to have sex to have a baby. If he was fucking a woman, she'd have to worry about Patel wanting to marry me. This way, she didn't have to have sex with Patel, and Patel and I could fuck all we wanted with her blessing. I looked at Patel and said, "So I'm your mistress?" He smiled and said yes, if I would want the Job.
I hesitated. He asked what was wrong. I said I loved him and didn't plan on it, but his wife had a house and got to be with him, but if I agreed to this, I'm giving up a future of my own. Patel said that wasn't how he saw it.
He told me he and his wife owned a duplex house, lived in one side and rented out the other side. It was an inheritance from his parents. He wanted me to live in the other side, rent free, and he would live with me when he didn't have to be home.
I was surprised and intrigued by the idea of this. There was a time I never would have considered such an arrangement, but I really had fallen in love with Patel. It would mean moving into a nicer neighborhood, instead of the dump I was renting now. I'd have Patel with the blessing of his wife. It was almost too good to be true. Patel told me arrangements like this were not uncommon in the part of India his family came from. He said if his wife agreed, it would be official.
I was nervous meeting Patel's wife, but she was candid, and nice to me. Her name was Anita. We had coffee and she tried to put me at ease. She told me her marriage was arranged by their parents. She was fond of her husband but wasn't in love with him. She actually said I was doing her a favor so she didn't have to have sex with him. As we talked, she said she would like me to live next door.
I moved in, and was pretty surprised by Anita. She started coming over every morning for coffee and chatted with me about everything. There was a door between the houses through the kitchen, and treated me like I was her relative, not her husband's lover. She decided that she didn't like the shitty furniture I had, so she took me shopping and bought me some nice furniture for the house. I tried to tell her I couldn't afford it, but she said it was a gift.
Patel would come home through Anita's side of the house, and go through the kitchen to my side and close the door. I liked him to lounge around in shorts without his shirt so I could enjoy his hairy chest and pits. He enjoyed sliding off my shorts as key sucked my tits, before entering me. I was being fucked between two and three times a day, and everyone was happy.
The situation worked well, but still seemed bizarre. I felt like a kept woman, and was treated like a second wife. Patel's brothers all knew about the arrangement and were happy for Patel. They were friendly to me, but a bit distant.
When I explained my confusion to Patel, he said I am like his second wife. I said yeah, but if anything happened to him, I would be out on my ass the next day. He said that wasn't true. His brothers were obligated to take care of me and Anita is very fond of me. I didn't find that very comforting. He said I had the same rights as a wife. I talked to Anita about it, and she had no problem with Patel having me as a second wife. While Bigamy wasn't legal, we had a Hindu religious ceremony, and I became Patel's second wife. He added me on his will, and gave me a living allowance. It may not have been legal, but I felt more legitimate, and that Patel was a life partner.
Since Patel and Anita weren't having sex, Patel's youngest brother Achal started having sex with Anita. She confided in me that he wasn't as hairy, and his cock wasn't as big, and she enjoyed sex with him. I was even more surprised that Patel knew, and he didn't mind. He said his brother loved fucking Anita, and Anita loved being fucked by Achal, so everyone was happy. I asked what would happen if Anita got pregnant. Patel said him and his brother have the same seed. The baby would be counted as Patel's. He said he will have to fuck Anita one night so he could claim the baby. I said what if when he is ducking Anita, Achal wants to fuck me. Patel said he probably will want to, but it was up to me. I asked how he would feel about it. He said it would prevent bad feeling with his brother, and was okay with him.
The night Patel spent with Anita, Achal came to visit me. He said he really liked Anita, and had been enjoying her, but since I became part of the family, he had been wanting to try it with me. I said he was welcome and watched him undress. He had a smooth brown body with hairy pits and a thick bush like Patel's. His cock was smaller than Patel's, about six inches. I sucked his cock as I undressed. I lay on my back and spread my legs. Achal got between them and thrust his cock inside me. He felt good in me and I played with his pits as he pounded me. He thrust hard as he shot his load inside me. He hugged me and said now he felt like I was his brother in law. Patel came into the bedroom and said they were done. Achal got up and Patel watched him dress as he went to sleep with Anita. Patel put his arm around me and asked how it went. I said it was okay, but he didn't satisfy me like Patel does. He kissed me and said he's sorry, but it's how things work in his family.
Anita got pregnant, and there was a 95% chance Patel was not the father, but officially the child was his. Achal was excited, and he kept having sex with Anita.
Something about Patel had changed. He didn't seem as interested in me.
One morning, I was having coffee with Anita, and she told me that Dinesh, the youngest brother, had a crush on me, and asked Patel if he could sleep with me. That night, I asked Patel about it and he said he told Dinesh it was ok, but since I wasn't Indian, he had to get my permission.
Patel and his brothers all worked in their family retail business and the family was wealthy. They were close at work, and at home. The next day, Patel was working late. Dinesh came over about 3pm. He was wearing short gym shorts and a tank top that showed off his hairy body. His body was more like Patel's than Achal's. He sat on the couch and put his hands behind his head, showing me his hairy pits. I said he had really nice pits. He smiled and said he was glad I liked them. I sniffed them as I ran my fingertips through them. He said it felt good, and I noticed he had a huge bulge in his shorts. He told me Patel said I liked body hair. I said I love it. He said the rest of his body is pretty hairy, and he wants to share it with me. He said he asked Patel if he could, but he said it was ok with him if it was ok with me. I said I would like that very much. Dinesh kissed me as he removed my clothes. He said he loved my curvy body and sucked my tits. He got undressed and let me feel him all over. He was almost as hairy as Patel and his cock was as long, but not as thick. I sucked his cock and he sucked mine. Dinesh had the most beautiful, hairy ass. I felt his cheeks and he bent over, and I ate his hairy ass. He said he wanted to feel me inside him, and I slid my cock in his hole. I rubbed his back as I pounded him. I shot my load inside him. He was doing more than a brother in law using his right to me. He was making love. He ate my ass and kissed it, and got on top of me and slid his cock inside me. I groaned as he moved in and out of me. I felt his hairy chest and armpits as he fucked me. He said he wanted to have me for a long time. I told him I loved feeling him inside me. I told him I was going to cum. He said he was going to cum too. We exploded together. I asked him to spend the night with me and he did. He held me and sucked my cock. He said he loved me and wanted me for his wife. He said his father wanted to arrange a marriage for him, but he wanted to have sex with me before he agreed. He said he loved me and wanted to be with me. I said we would have to talk with Patel.
Patel was actually very understanding. He said the dual relationship was difficult, and with the baby coming, I would be a complication for him. Achal was getting married. He said the best thing would be for me to be with Dinesh. He formally gave me to him.
Their father was not happy that Dinesh was not marrying a woman, but he was happy that Dinesh would not be another man's woman.
Dinesh moved out of his parents house and moved in with me. He was my age, and of the three brothers, he was the one who was openly gay. When he wasn't working, he hung around the house in shorts and a tank top, because he knew it excited me. When he fucked me, I felt cherished.
We bought our own house not too close to his family.