Nisha had recovered from her first fuck and, conscious that there was less than an hour until the swap was due to end, she was keen for the action to resume. Stroking Sanjay’s cock and balls had been all it had taken to get him hard again, and Nisha knew she was ready for her moment of fulfilment. 

She retrieved a tube of lube from the bedside table and applied liberal amounts to her anus before smearing Sanjay’s cock with another thick pearl of jelly. 

“I’m ready for you now, Sanjay. I want to take every inch of you inside my arsehole. Promise to be gentle with me - at first anyway. Won’t you?”

Sanjay grunted an indistinct response and got to his knees, cock in hand and ready for action.

Nisha hadn’t planned to take Sanjay from behind at first, but she figured that if it was too much, she could always stop and take him on top until she loosened up enough to fuck him in other positions. Besides, Sanjay’s animalistic lust was turning her on, and she wanted him to feel that he was in control, mounting her like a bitch in heat and fucking her with none of the respect and unselfish concern for her satisfaction that Chris demonstrated in their lovemaking together. 

Nisha bent over on all fours, spread her legs, and planted the side of her face on a pillow. She gripped the sheets with both hands and steeled herself for the temporary pain she knew would soon follow. Even Chris entering her was uncomfortable sometimes, so Sanjay doing so was likely to be much worse. But, unlike anal sex with Chris, she hoped that once her anus had adjusted to the initial intrusion, Sanjay’s cock would continue to stretch her throughout their fuck and give her the anal orgasm she ultimately craved.

Needing no further encouragement, Sanjay again knelt behind Nisha and opened her bum cheeks wide. Then, placing the tip of his cock at Nisha’s entrance, he tried to enter her, but seemingly this position was not to his satisfaction. Finally, after two failed attempts to get his angle of entry right, she felt the bed rock and heard the mattress springs strain as Sanjay stood up and crouched astride her, pushing her knees together with his feet.

Sanjay again pulled Nisha’s buttocks open and lined his cock up at her expectant hole. Then, gripping the root of his cock firmly with one hand, he began to ease his way inside her. 

Nisha let out a small gasp as his tip broke through, but Sanjay didn’t pause to allow her body time to adjust. Instead, he just pushed harder, ignoring Nisha’s moans of discomfort as more and more of his twelve solid inches slowly disappeared into her bum hole. 

As he roughly pushed the thickest, mid-section of his cock inside her, Nisha realised Sanjay was becoming more and more challenging to accommodate, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. The discomfort was worse than anything she had experienced with Chris. Her moans quickly turned into yelps and cries of pain as Sanjay continued to drive himself into her, apparently unconcerned by her obvious distress. 

Instead, Nisha could hear Sanjay’s satisfied grunts behind her - it must have felt incredible for him to have her tightest hole wrapped around his dick - but the pain was becoming more intense, and she bit the pillow hard in an attempt to stave it off. 

Sanjay only paused to allow Nisha time to recover from his overzealous entry when he was three-quarters inside her.

As Nisha fought to override her body’s instinctive attempt to purge itself of the intrusion, her mind was in turmoil. She reminded herself that this was what she wanted - what she needed. The frustration of the past few months would soon be behind her if she could hold on a moment or two longer. All she needed to do was relax, and the pain would quickly ease. Then, she could look forward to the deep, hard arse-fucking she had yearned for all these months.

But the temptation to tell Sanjay to stop was equally compelling. She only had to say the word, and he would withdraw, and the pain would end. Then, of course, they would both be disappointed, and Nisha would be ashamed that she had failed to deliver her promise. But wasn’t that better than enduring this eye-watering agony and maybe even the risk of a severe injury?

In the end, the decision was made for her. The discomfort subsided slightly as Sanjay, obviously realising he had taken things far too quickly, made no further attempt to push himself deeper. Instead, he held his position, which belatedly gave Nisha the respite she needed to recover her breathing and adjust to his girth before she took more of him inside.

After a few moments, she cautiously pulled her bum cheeks apart again, inviting Sanjay to continue deeper.

Nisha now had no intention of stopping until she had taken all of Sanjay’s dick, and as he resumed his attempt to push himself inside, albeit more gingerly than before, she was pleased to feel her body become more accustomed to him. Her hole gripped him tightly, and it felt good - even more intense than when he was in her pussy - but she wanted to feel what it was like to take him to the root. 

Sometimes it felt like Nisha could take no more, but a slight change in her position appeared to clear the obstruction, and she felt his progress gradually advance. Eventually, she felt his short pubic hair pressing against her bottom and his balls brush her pussy, and she knew she had taken every inch of Sanjay’s enormous cock.

**********

Chris had needed very little recovery time after his first orgasm. Having swallowed his load, Meenakshi had immediately set about getting him hard again with her mouth. She restored his cock to its previous turgidity, its tip throbbing as she took it deep in her throat.

Meenakshi ran her lips up the length of his shaft and released it from her mouth.

“I think I’m ready, Chris,” she said coquettishly. “I think I’m ready to do what I’ve wanted to do for so long and take you inside my bottom. Would you like to do that? Would you like to be the man to take my anal virginity?”

Meenakshi didn’t wait for his response. She knew it was what they both wanted, and she rolled onto her front and opened her legs wide.

Meenakshi had often thought about how she would first like to be anally fucked and had narrowed it down to two positions. Initially, she had felt spooning would be the most comfortable, but she knew she would need to be fully relaxed as Chris entered her and had decided that it might be best if she lay face down and let him take her that way. She wanted to feel his weight on top of her, to feel his breath on her neck, and to be able to whisper instructions to him if she needed him to ease off or, more likely, speed up his thrusts.

“Take me like this, Chris. When you think I’m ready, get on top and ease yourself inside me. Teach me how to enjoy a man in my most private, sensitive place. But be gentle as you break me in.”

Meenakshi knew Chris would eagerly comply. He immediately got to his knees and shuffled down the bed, positioning himself between her open legs as he stroked his erection with his right hand.

“I think my bottom might need to be prepared first,” Meenakshi said coyly. “I don’t think it’s completely ready just yet.”

Meenakshi let her hands fall limply by her side and closed her eyes, deferring to Chris’s greater experience of anal sex by temporarily allowing him a little more control as he set about preparing her for his cock.

Chris lay on his front between her legs and pulled open Meenakshi’s firm bum cheeks, inspecting the small, tight hole at the base of her shallow cleft. Immediately she felt his tongue trace a circle around her opening, gently licking her rim with the same dexterity he had demonstrated when performing cunnilingus. 

She quickly became used to having her anus touched, moaning as Chris took his time, his tongue flicking over her opening and occasionally pushing inside her. She gripped the duvet tightly, delighting in the intense gratification of Chris pleasuring her in a new and electrifying way.

Rimming was something she had done for her husband many times, sometimes licking his arsehole during a sensual massage or as extra stimulation when giving him a sixty-nine, but he had never reciprocated. So feeling Chris eagerly undertake this most personal sex act with consummate skill and an unselfish commitment to her satisfaction made her momentarily resentful towards Sanjay. Why should she always be submissive when there was so much enjoyment in making a guy her supplicant?

Kneeling and reaching for the lube, Chris covered his index finger and slowly eased it inside Meenakshi. She gasped as she felt herself tighten around his finger. She needed to loosen up considerably before taking the much greater length and girth of his cock. 

After a short pause, Meenakshi relaxed, and Chris could move his finger deeper inside her. Occasionally she still felt herself involuntarily clam up, her anus gripping Chris’s finger tight as a wave of discomfort rendered any further penetration painful, but he would always relax her by pausing and whispering encouragement.

“Just give it a moment. Allow yourself to relax and enjoy it,” Chris would say. “That’s it - it feels good when you relax, doesn’t it?”

It did feel good. His long, thick index finger slid in and out effortlessly as Meenakshi’s anus eventually slackened. She now understood how Nisha must feel as she began to crave more length and girth inside her.

As if he had read her mind, Chris slid his middle finger inside her pussy, finger fucking her in both holes simultaneously. 

“Oh yes, I love that!” she cried. “Keep doing that, and I’ll cum again.” 

Chris found Meenakshi’s G-spot and concentrated on stimulating it with his fingers, reading her body language to gauge how she most liked to be touched. Pinching both fingers together and finger-fucking her hard to the knuckle elicited the most feverish response, and when Chris coupled that with some clitoral stimulation, Meenakshi reached her climax. She came noisily around his fingers, and a torrent of clear pussy juice splashed his fist and soaked the bed sheets with each of his firm thrusts.

“Oh God, no!” she moaned, but Chris continued stimulating her, apparently more concerned that Meenakshi was enjoying her orgasm than he was about any mess she was making on the bed.

Meenakshi could feel her wetness on the inside of her thighs and was appalled that she had squirted on someone else’s bed sheets, but Chris’s obvious pleasure at her response enabled her to relax and enjoy her climax. 

Eventually, her orgasm ebbed away.

“Sorry… I should have mentioned… I squirt sometimes,” Meenakshi said, gasping for breath.

“Don’t worry - Nisha has squirted on this bed more times than I can remember. That’s why we have an under-sheet. It protects the mattress from all our messes,” Chris replied reassuringly. 

She didn’t doubt that it was true. On the contrary, she thought that if she had a husband who could pleasure her the way Chris could, she would squirt much more frequently too.

Meenakshi knew Chris wouldn’t be able to wait much longer to cum again. Kneeling between her open legs, she could see his cock leaking copious amounts of pre-cum as he pumped his shaft back to full turgidity. Meenakshi knew the moment had arrived. 

“I think I’m ready, Chris. Fuck me now. Make my bottom yours and fill me with your cum.”

She reached back and spread her bum cheeks wide.

Chris reached for the lube and covered his cock as Meenakshi wiggled her hips invitingly. Again, she gasped as she felt him press a small, cold globule of lube against her opening with his middle finger, and again her body momentarily fought against his attempt to insert a finger into her anus. Then, relaxing, she felt her body welcome him inside, and Chris was able to spread the lubricant they both knew would be essential if she was to enjoy her anal deflowering.

Chris pushed Meenakshi’s legs wider with his knees and assumed the press-up position above her prone body. With Meenakshi prising apart her cheeks, Chris didn’t need to use his hands to line up his cock at her hole. Instead, with a slight wiggle of his hips, Meenakshi felt his tip pressing on her opening, and with no further delay, he slowly and gently nudged his tip inside her. 

Meenakshi drew in a deep breath as Chris dropped to his elbows, firmly pinned her hands down either side of her head, and gradually eased his cock deeper inside her welcoming hole.

***********

At last, Nisha had what she wanted - a huge cock sliding in and out of her anus, and the feeling was incredible. Sanjay’s thrusts started with small, almost imperceptible movements, but they gradually became more pronounced as Nisha’s arsehole loosened and his cock became easier to take. Her previous discomfort had gone entirely, and now Sanjay withdrew completely before gradually filling her up again with each of his long, slow thrusts.

“Fuck me harder,” she ordered, tossing her hair back. 

Sanjay did as he was told, taking Nisha’s hips in his hands and pulling back hard. He spanked Nisha twice before resuming his grip on her and continuing his thrusts, this time harder and faster than before. 

Nisha knew how good it must feel for Sanjay to be balls-deep in a woman, to have every inch of his cock gripped and stimulated simultaneously by a tight, wet hole. His cock had always been too long for Meenakshi’s pussy to accommodate, and even Nisha hadn’t been able to take it all in her pussy. But now, he was taking full advantage of her ability to take every inch of his length in her anus. He slammed his hips against her cheeks as she took him to the root every time.

Pushing Nisha forward, Sanjay withdrew and told her to roll onto her back. 

She had no sooner done so than Sanjay grabbed her ankles, bent her in two and entered her again, his huge cock urgently fucking Nisha’s hole much harder than before, the sweat spilling from his brow as he threw back his head with every strong lunge.

Sanjay moved Nisha’s legs around his shoulders and leaned forward, taking his weight on his arms as he thrust as deep and hard as he could into her. He looked like an enraged animal as he pounded her furiously, panting and snorting with every thrust and grunting obscenities under his breath. 

Nisha had never been fucked as savagely in her life. She was glad her natural suppleness enabled her to bend into this position, even if it was uncomfortable to have her knees pressing against her ears and her toes on the pillow behind her.

************

Anal sex was everything Meenakshi had hoped it would be. It felt exciting and dirty to have her friend’s husband doing to her what her husband couldn’t, especially as she could hear Nisha’s moans and Sanjay’s grunts from next door as they also took their anal satisfaction from one another.

Any anxiety she had harboured had long since disappeared. Chris was an experienced and sensitive lover, and Meenakshi felt safe in his hands as he gently continued her anal deflowering. She whimpered softly as he partially withdrew, slowly fucking her with only his tip before sliding his cock deep inside her again, allowing her to feel his entire length and girth as he filled her up. 

All the time, he whispered in her ear, checking she was enjoying it and telling her how good it felt for him. 

Although Meenakshi loved her husband and his brand of urgent, rough sex, she thought how amazing it must be to have an adventurous, considerate, sensitive lover to guide her towards as yet undiscovered pleasures. Chris could be both dominant and submissive, and Meenakshi could only imagine the fun they could have if only they had more time together. Nisha was lucky to have such a good fuck for a husband! 

Chris rolled Meenakshi onto her back and, holding onto her ankles, spread her legs wide. Then, kneeling between her legs, he entered her again, closing his eyes as he started rhythmically fucking her again. 

Meenakshi was pleased to see Chris enjoying their anal fuck as much as she was. He had a zen-like serenity on his face as he pistoned into her, evidently happy that his cock could give a woman anal pleasure, even if it was a woman other than his wife. And any concerns she had harboured that he might find her a disappointment or that she might prove unequal to his expectations had been misplaced, judging by the soft purr emanating from his throat.

“Oh my God, Chris. It’s incredible!” Meenakshi whispered. “Let me taste my arse. Put your cock in my mouth and let me taste my arse.”

She would never usually have been this bold but the intensity of the experience - and several glasses of wine - had lowered her inhibitions. She wanted to experience all that anal sex had to offer. She might never get the opportunity again.

Chris obliged. Pulling out and lying beside her, he allowed Meenakshi to reverse straddle him in the sixty-nine position and greedily lick their juices from his cock as he reciprocated, licking her pussy and twitching anus clean. 

“How does my arse look?” she asked him. “Is it gaping wide open yet?”

“Not yet,” Chris replied. “Would you like me to show you a different position that will do that? It will open up your arsehole for sure, as well as give you some pretty intense sensations,” he explained.

Meenakshi nodded as Chris rose from the bed. He placed a large cushion on the floor in front of the sofa and suggested she apply more lube. Then, telling her to lie on the cushion with her legs on the couch seat, Chris sat down between her open legs and pulled Meenakshi’s hips up towards him. He bent her almost double to get her in the correct position. Her head and shoulders were on the cushion; her lower back rested on the sofa’s edge. Once her bottom was level with his cock, she pulled her cheeks wide apart, offering her anus to him again. Almost immediately, Chris was inside her.

Despite the discomfort of sex in this position, Meenakshi found that Chris’s cock was now hitting all the right places. She felt her G-spot stimulated by his tip and her hole stretched wide by his shaft as Chris entered her almost horizontally. Meenakshi had thought it improbable that she would achieve orgasm through anal sex like Nisha had told her she did. But she knew that if she was going to cum that way, this was how it would happen.

Meenakshi touched her clitoris, moving her fingers over and around it using the excess lube from her anus to make her fingers slick. Then, as Chris increased the tempo and depth of his strokes, she placed two fingers inside her pussy, frantically fucking herself and relishing the double penetration she had so often enjoyed with Sanjay and her dildo. 

But this was much, much better. The ability to self-stimulate her pussy and clitoris as Chris worked his magic on her anus drew out sensations much more intense than Sanjay’s relentless pounding, and the passive, dull stretch of her dildo ever had. She had learned how to induce sublime feelings of pleasure in her pussy long ago but to have a guy simultaneously invoke equally powerful sensations in her anus was a moment of epiphany.

Chris took his weight on his feet and raised himself from the couch, crouching and gripping her legs firmly in his strong arms to gain more purchase as he fucked her with incrementally increasing speed, depth and power. He seemed to know how to vary every thrust to educe a rhapsody of sensations in her anus, and Meenakshi felt her whole body begin to respond.

She rested her head on the cushion and closed her eyes as her orgasm took over. Her legs began shaking uncontrollably as she again put two fingers in her pussy. Within moments, Meenakshi fingered herself to completion, squirting another clear stream of cum over her head and onto the laminate floor behind her.

**********

Nisha was flicking her clit as Sanjay continued to fuck her roughly, this time from behind. He withdrew his cock, held it tightly in his hand and drove it back inside her, this time into her pussy, making Nisha yelp in surprise. After five or six deep strokes, Sanjay pulled out again and plunged his entire length back inside her anus. He alternated between holes every few strokes as if trying to decide which he liked best. 

By now, Nisha was too turned on to care about hygiene. The sensations it generated were incredible, and she never wanted them to stop. Suddenly, she felt sexually fulfilled and complete, and a sense of wholeness she had never previously experienced or even thought possible quietened her mind. 

It wasn’t Sanjay alone giving Nisha this rare moment of bliss: she knew no one man could. She would always need Chris’s emotional connection, unique tongue, and creative cock. But it was apparent at that moment that it was only with the addition of Sanjay’s enormous size and his rough, peremptory approach to sex that Nisha could allow further facets of her complex sexuality to unfold. 

She needed to be assertive and submissive, experience pleasure and pain, and know love and physicality. Two hours with another man had brought about such a rare clarity in Nisha’s understanding of herself and her needs that she knew her relationship with her husband might never be the same again.

When Sanjay roughly entered her anus yet again, Nisha felt familiar sensations in her body quickly build, and she knew she was about to cum. Her knees buckled, and her legs trembled as she succumbed to the intoxicating onset of another orgasm. 

With little time left before the swap ended, she knew this would be one of her final moments of pleasure, and she completely surrendered herself to her body’s need to orgasm. She moaned loudly as the rush took hold of her entire body; the exquisite feeling of abandonment as every thought, emotion, and ounce of her stamina, was directed into one final, tumultuous climax.

“Yes, cum on my cock,” Sanjay grunted without slowing his cadence. “Cum on my fucking cock as I fuck your tight little hole.” 

Still feeling the pulsing of her orgasm and capable of little else, Nisha looked over her shoulder at Sanjay, still gripping her hips hard as his cock repeatedly cleaved her anus. He wanted to make the moment last, and the look of concentration on his face told Nisha he was desperately trying to stave off his orgasm.

But watching Nisha cum had brought Sanjay to the point of no return. Seeing her limp, spent body below him passively enjoying his cock in both holes was such a turn-on that he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Sanjay cursed as he dumped one load into Nisha’s anus before, pinching his cock to stem the flow; he pulled out and forced himself into her pussy, squirting a second strong blast of semen onto her cervix. Then, pulling out again, he slowly wanked the rest of his milk over Nisha’s glowing bum cheeks, grunting his satisfaction as he flicked the final drops into her gaping hole.

As the throbbing in his cock eventually abated, Sanjay shuffled backwards to look at the considerable mess he had left. He seemed pleased with his handiwork, smiling as a large droplet of his seed appeared at the entrance of Nisha’s anus before tricking over her perineum and joining up with a similarly thick white flow escaping her pussy. The combined stream of jism continued to drip downwards over her pussy lips and onto the sheet.

Nisha rolled onto her back, eyes closed, unable to move at first. Her leg was still twitching uncontrollably, and her chest heaved as she tried to get some air into her lungs. She could feel the warm wetness of Sanjay’s cum in and around both her holes but didn’t have the energy to open her eyes, much less to deal with the copious amount of semen gently seeping from her body. 

Slowly, her senses returned, and she wiped her brow with her arm; she opened her eyes to see Sanjay still looking at her cum-soaked pussy and anus, apparently delighted that his cum was still oozing from both her holes. 

Knowing their time together was almost up, she decided to leave Sanjay with a final tawdry image to remember the evening by. Scooping up the cum from her pussy and anus with her fingers, she opened her mouth and let it slowly drip from her fingers onto her tongue. Then, having swallowed his cum - to his apparent delight - she licked her fingers clean.

“Thank you, Sanjay,” she said casually. “You can return to your wife as soon as my husband has finished fucking her.”

***********

Meenakshi couldn’t wait to feel Chris cum inside her. She had often wondered what it would be like to have a guy finish off in her anus. To feel him slow his cadence as the moment arrived, and he submitted to instinct, injecting everything he could into her as hard as his failing stamina would allow. Would she feel the warmth of his semen as he ejaculated inside her? Would she be able to discern the pulsing and throbbing of his cock during his release? Would she leak cum for hours afterwards?

She wouldn’t have long to wait until she found out.

Meenakshi was crouching above Chris’s cock as he reclined on the sofa and continued his relentless pumping of her tightest hole from beneath. She remembered what Nisha had said - that Chris wanted anal with a woman who appreciated his cock - so she decided to let Chris know how much she was enjoying his efforts.

“Oh God, that is so fucking amazing,” she whispered. “I can feel every vein in your cock as it slides in and out. Don’t stop fucking me, Chris. Keep fucking me until you cum. Don’t pull out this time. I want to feel you explode inside me.”

Chris had no intention of stopping or pulling out. Meenakshi knew his orgasm must be approaching and that he would only be able to hold off for a few moments before he felt the compulsion to empty himself into her. She knew her dirty talk would make it more difficult for him to postpone his orgasm, and she urged him on lewdly. 

“Yes, that’s it! Flood my arsehole with your seed! Fill me up!”

Meenakshi’s first experience of anal sex had been beyond her wildest imaginings, and all that remained was for her to know that she could satisfy a man anally as much as he could pleasure her. Moreover, she needed his cum as evidence of her deflowering.

Reaching down, Meenakshi took hold of Chris’s tightening ball sack and gently massaged it between her fingers. 

“Oh God, keep doing that! Keep squeezing my balls!” Chris cried.

“I want you to stop holding back. Instead, I want you to let your cum flow into me. I want to feel your cock throbbing as you release all your remaining cum into my bum hole. Do it, Chris!”

Meenakshi began squeezing more firmly on Chris’s sack, trying to draw out as much of his spunk as she could, and his response showed that her efforts were not in vain.

Chris’s grunts and slow thrusts told her he was about to ejaculate. She gripped his cock firmly with her anus, milking him for as much of his cum as she could as her hand rhythmically squeezed on his balls. 

“Yes, Chris, now! I want to feel your warmth as you fill me up. Do it for me now!”

With a few short stabs, Chris released all his remaining pent into Meenakshi’s anus.

Meenakshi felt every wave of Chris’s orgasm as his cock twitched erratically inside her. She knew that for every thrust and pulse, she was getting more and more of his spunk, and she loved to think of his tip spraying her soft folds with ropes of his hot, thick ejaculate. 

She moved her fingers upwards from his balls to the base of his cock. She could already feel his wetness flowing from her anus and down the length of his shaft.

“Yes,” she said. “Pump it all inside me. Fill my dirty bum hole with all your fucking seed.” 

Chris moaned, as if in pain, as he thrust twice more into Meenakshi. Eventually, his balls empty, she felt him slow to a stop and flop back on the sofa, exhausted. 

Meenakshi leaned back, allowing all her weight to bear on Chris’s chest as she slowly drew her knees back. She felt his cock slide from her hole and flop, semi-flaccid, onto his abdomen, the tip still smeared with semen and lubricant. She could feel his heart beating quickly through his chest as he held her tightly under each breast, clearly unwilling for her to move and for his moment of bliss to end.

She started straining to push out Chris’s cum until, with a series of loud, wet, farting sounds, his load slowly dribbled out of her anus and onto his softening cock. 

“Oh my God, that was amazing!” Meenakshi said as she rolled off Chris’s chest, grabbing a towel to wipe away the semen still dripping from between her legs. “How was it for you?”

Chris was too drained to reply, but Meenakshi suspected she knew the answer.

**********

Resting on the bed next door, Nisha and Sanjay giggled as they heard the unmistakable sound of Meenakshi farting out Chris’s cum. 

“It sounds like your husband has damaged my wife’s bum,” Sanjay laughed. “I hope she’s not too sore.”

“If anyone’s going to be sore, it’s me; being mercilessly fucked by this bad boy.” Nisha squeezed his now-flaccid cock and smiled. 

She went quiet for a moment, thinking hard before she spoke.

“Sanjay… I know we said this was going to be a one-off swap and that you were a bit reluctant to do it at first, but what do you think? Should we do it again if the other two have enjoyed it as much as we have? I think I’ll go crazy otherwise: seeing you all the time but not getting fucked by your amazing cock.”

“Of course, I would,” Sanjay replied without hesitation. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever been with who has been able to take every inch of my dick - and in your arsehole too! It was amazing! I’d love to do it again, but we’ll have to discuss it with the others first.”

**********

“God, yes!” Meenakshi couldn’t have been more sure. “As long as Nisha and Sanjay are happy about it, I’d love for this to become a regular thing.” 

She was lying on her front next to Chris as he puffed on his vape, his cock still leaking thick drops of residual cum onto his abdomen.

With only a few minutes until their two hours of fun were due to finish, Chris had also tentatively raised the idea of making their arrangement more than a one-off. He was surprised and delighted at Meenakshi’s enthusiastic response. 

“Good. There’s so much more we can do with this tight little arse of yours.” He slapped Meenakshi’s bottom appreciatively.

“And is there anything else Nisha doesn’t like that I can, er… help you with?” Meenakshi asked. “There’s something else I’d like you to do with me.”

“Really? What?” Chris was surprised. 

“Well, Sanjay’s quite a dominant guy, as you know, so he’s never allowed me to express my dominant side much, especially in bed. So how would you feel about exploring that with me next time?”

Chris’s night was getting better and better.

***********

When 12.30 came around, Nisha’s phone sounded an alarm, and both husbands sheepishly left their rooms to return to their wives. Passing on the landing, each caught the other’s eye and broke into a wide grin. They said nothing to one another, but their satisfaction was clear from the high five they exchanged as they passed on the landing.

***********

Nisha was texting as Chris returned to the bedroom. He guessed she would be messaging Meenakshi to check she had had a good time. She looked so sexy with her glasses on and her hair ruffled. It seemed that Sanjay had given her a thorough seeing-to. 

Chris sat beside Nisha as she pressed ‘Send’, put down her phone, and removed her glasses. She welcomed her husband with a long, deep kiss and held him in a firm embrace for several minutes.

“Thank you, Chris,” she eventually said. “That was everything I hoped it would be, but I’m happy to have my amazing, wonderful husband back now. Did you have a good time too?”

“Yes, I did. But there’s only one woman I want to snuggle down with tonight, even if it is in these sheets….” Chris’s face expressed mock disgust as he pointed out various wet patches on the bedding. “Although I think Sanjay might find that their bed is in an even worse state than ours. I’m glad we put some spare bedding out for them, just in case.”

Nisha laughed. “Yes, but we’re not going to change our sheets, are we? Someone requested that we don’t if I remember correctly?” She gave her husband a knowing smile.

“And you’ve not taken a shower, have you?” Chris asked, checking Nisha had remembered his other unusual request.

“No. I know you’ve been looking forward to this bit.” 

“Yes, I am,” Chris replied with a grin.

“Good,” Nisha said, visibly getting horny again. “Then let’s bring the evening to a close. Take off your boxers.”

Chris removed his boxer shorts, and Nisha began stroking his dick again, watching as it regained its previous turgidity. Apart from a small amount of semen that still glazed his tip, there was no visible evidence that Chris had been balls-deep inside Meenakshi only a few minutes ago. Instead, his cock seemed clean and fresh, but it excited Nisha to think it was still smeared in Meenakshi and Chris’s shared juices. 

Chris lay down on the bed, and Nisha knelt astride him, ready to go into the sixty-nine position. “You’re sure you still want to do this? She asked over her shoulder.

“Yes,” Chris replied. “It’s important I make sure my wife is clean after being fucked by another man. So I will remove every drop of his cum from my gorgeous wife.” 

Nisha lowered her pussy onto his mouth and leaned forward to take his cock into hers. She paused for a moment as she felt Chris’s tongue begin to lick her pussy, tentatively at first but with increasingly broad and deep strokes. To her knowledge, it was the first time her husband had taken another man’s semen into his mouth. Although she knew there would only be traces of Sanjay’s load remaining inside her pussy, she wanted to check Chris was okay with cleaning her up before she did the same to him.

Hearing Chris moan contentedly as his tongue scooped out the entrance of her pussy, Nisha turned her attention to his cock. She began by licking up and down his shaft, enjoying the spicy mix of arse and pussy juice, lube and cum that, while not visible, was certainly discernible to the taste buds.

She pulled back his foreskin and closed her mouth over his glans, knowing that much of Chris and Meenakshi’s mess would have collected there. It felt dissolute and perverted, seeking out another woman’s juices on her husband’s cock. Nisha felt herself getting wet at the thought. 

She paused and climbed off Chris, turning around to give him another deep kiss, bringing together the fluids of both couples in one intoxicating osculation.

“Mmm… one kiss, four people’s cum,” Chris said as if reading her mind.

When she resumed the sixty-nine position, Nisha felt Chris move his tongue to her anus. She felt him gently lick her rim, and she purred at the soothing feeling of his warm tongue on her still-raw hole. She knew there was still likely to be much of Sanjay’s load trapped deep in her soft inner folds, and, as Chris’s tongue probed further, she knew he might be getting a mouthful of it. 

She was surprised at his enthusiasm to engage in this act which would have been repulsive and utterly degrading for many men, and she resolved to question him about it afterwards. Was this a sign that there were other fantasies her husband had never previously shared with her that she could help him actualise?

Eventually, satisfied that they were clean and with Chris stiff again, Nisha climbed off her husband and bent over, ready to be fucked from behind. 

“Come on, Chris - reclaim what’s rightfully yours,” she said, waving her bum in the air. “Replace his seed with yours and make your wife your own again.”

Chris moved behind Nisha and gently eased his cock into her pussy.

It felt slutty to be fucked by two cocks in one night, and Nisha knew she would harbour the semen of two men in both holes in a few moments. Then, as it leaked out overnight, she wouldn’t be able to say which man’s mess it was dirtying her panties.

Nisha could hear Meenakshi moaning next door and knew she was being fucked by Sanjay, his cock probably still covered in Nisha’s juices. Soon, Meenakshi would be full of the sperm of the same two men as Nisha, and the situation’s tawdriness aroused Nisha even more.

“Yes, Chris! It feels so good to have your cock inside me again! Fuck me harder and cum in both my cheating holes!”

It did feel good to be fucked by Chris’s cock again. Sanjay had felt amazing in her anus, but only Chris’s cock could expertly navigate every contour of her pussy. His superior knowledge of Nisha’s body was evident as he reached forward and grabbed her swinging breasts before pulling her upright and allowing his tip to stimulate her G-spot. 

As Chris fucked her hard and fast, as she had requested, Nisha knew that for all Sanjay’s size and authoritative presence, he would never wholly replace her husband when it came to fantastic sex. 

“Can you feel Sanjay’s cum in my hole?” she asked. “Does it feel good getting sloppy seconds in your wife’s used pussy?” 

“Yes, I can feel it inside you,” Chris replied. “I can feel it dripping from my balls as I fuck you.”

He pulled out and moved to show Nisha the unmistakable sight of two long strings of Sanjay’s semen stretched along the length of his cock and over his ball sack. 

“Now reclaim my arse too,” Nisha demanded, looking Chris directly in the eye. “I don’t want Sanjay to be the last man to have fucked me there - I want it to be my husband. So take back what’s yours, Chris. Fuck my arsehole too.”

Chris moved behind Nisha and prepared to enter her. She didn’t need him to apply any lube. Although still sore after Sanjay’s pounding, her anus had been stretched to breaking point only minutes earlier so Nisha could easily take Chris’s shorter, thinner cock where Sanjay’s massive member had recently been. Besides, Sanjay’s cum would be all the lube she would need. 

Chris eased his way inside Nisha. Then, getting to his feet, he crouched over his wife and began thrusting deep into her slackened hole. 

Nisha knew Chris wouldn’t last long. She could tell he was enjoying taking his wife this way, especially knowing how willing she was to have him inside her anus for once. 

She accepted that she wouldn’t be the one to cum this time. This fuck was her ‘thank you’ to her husband for allowing the swap to take place. But moreover, she wanted him to be selfish, to repossess his wife by marking his reclaimed turf with his seed while denying her the pleasure of her climax.

Nisha was surprised at how unusually satisfying it felt to have Chris fuck her that way. Perhaps it was the sluttiness of taking her second cock of the night? Maybe it was the discomfort she could feel as her stretched hole was submitted to yet more punishment? She couldn’t be sure, but Chris felt incredible as he enthusiastically fucked her increasingly puckered hole, driving himself deep with every masterful thrust.

As Nisha had suspected, it quickly became too much for Chris.

“I’m going to cum,” he grunted.

Nisha felt him slam his hips against her bottom as he ejaculated once before withdrawing entirely and continuing to drain his balls into her pussy in a series of long, deep, languid strokes. 

His orgasm over, Chris again reached for Nisha’s breasts and pulled her upright, sitting her on his lap with his cock still firmly ensconced inside her pussy. 

Nisha felt a series of gentle licks and kisses on her neck, and her goosebumps rose. Even after sex, Chris always made her feel desirable and sexy.

“I love my beautiful, sexy, dirty, cheating wife,” Chris whispered in her ear.

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Next door Meenakshi and Sanjay had fucked, showered, and were now discussing the evening’s events.

“I know you can’t tell me about what happened,” Meenakshi asked, “...but did you get what you came for?”

“Let’s just say that’s one more thing I can cross off my bucket list,” Sanjay replied. “Did you?” 

“Absolutely. Your wife is no longer an anal virgin; you’ll be pleased to know.” 

Sanjay laughed. “Nor your husband!” 

Sanjay hesitated, then raised the elephant in the room. 

“I don’t know what you think, Meenakshi, but Nisha seemed keen to do this again, maybe regularly. If you’re not happy to, it’s fine, but…”

“Absolutely!” Meenakshi cut him off. “Chris and I had the same conversation. It’s not fair to give ourselves a taste of pleasure only to deny ourselves of it afterwards - it doesn’t make sense! We all had fun tonight; nobody was disappointed or hurt, so why not? Is there anything you’d like to do differently next time?”

“Not really. I want a bit more of Nisha’s arse, nothing else,” Sanjay laughed. “Although, maybe it would be fun to all be in the same room next time. Would you be up for a foursome? I’d love to be there when Chris fucks you. It would be such a turn-on to watch you both.”

“Hmmm… that sounds like fun, naughty boy. I’d like to see Nisha take your cock in her arse too. I don’t think I will believe she managed it until I see it with my own eyes! I’ll suggest it to Nisha at breakfast and see what she says.”

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Nisha and Meenakshi met again for drinks the following Friday to arrange their next husband swap. It was the first time they had met since Meenakshi and Sanjay had left the weekend before.

There was much to discuss. 

As Meenakshi arrived - late again - the two friends hugged and kissed one another on the cheek.

Pouring Meenakshi a glass of wine, Nisha didn’t even wait for her to take off her coat and sit down before quizzing her about the previous weekend. 

“Okay, fuck confidentiality. I seem to remember the rules said that the couples couldn’t talk to each other about it afterwards, not that we couldn’t, as friends. You start. Tell me everything you and Chris got up to last weekend, and don’t leave out any details.”

They were both still chatting as the barman rang for last orders. 

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