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Hey guys, this one is fresh from last weekend and I am still processing how strange the whole experience was. I am 25, working in marketing in Lower Parel. I sometimes browse Reddit for couple posts when I am in the mood for something different. About two weeks back I replied to a post from a couple in Mumbai. We moved to TG quickly. I was mostly chatting with the husband at first. We exchanged normal pics, then some more revealing ones. The wife looked very busty even in the photos.

After a few days the husband asked if we could do a video call. I said sure. When we connected, he was there and then he handed the phone to his wife. She was sitting next to him. On the video call I could only see the top half but her boobs were enormous, heavy, round, and spilling out of her tight top, with deep cleavage that moved every time she breathed. The husband kept saying everything is chill, no pressure, and that his wife is also interested and excited. We talked for a while and it felt casual. He said he would book a place and all I had to do was show up. Last Saturday evening he messaged the hotel details, a small, shady-looking place in Andheri East, the kind with hourly rates, dim yellow lighting, and that typical cheap hotel smell mixed with old AC. It was brutally hot and humid outside, around 35-36 degrees even after sunset, the sticky April weather making everything feel sweaty. I reached there around 9 in the evening. The room was basic: creaky double bed, two old chairs, a small balcony, and the AC struggling against the heat. The husband had brought 10-12 cans of beer. We started drinking. The wife was more into vodka and was sipping it steadily, her cheeks getting flushed. This was my third time meeting a couple, but every couple is different, so I was not sure how to proceed. The husband was sitting on the bed scrolling his phone, while the wife and I were sitting on two chairs in the room. It felt a bit awkward at first. When the husband went to the toilet, I asked the wife if she was comfortable. She said yes. I asked if I could kiss her and she said sure, but then added "Let's wait for him, because all this is basically a show for him." I said okay.

Later things moved forward. The husband had already told me that she will not go down on me, but everything else is fine. I went down on her for about 20-25 minutes. She lay back on the bed, pulled her dress up, and spread her thick thighs. Her pussy was smooth, pinkish, and already glistening. I licked her slowly at first, long flat tongue strokes from bottom to top, circling her clit, then sucking gently on her swollen lips. She kept moaning softly and repeating "Oh I'm wet... oh I'm so wet..." in a husky voice, her massive tits heaving up and down with every breath. Her juices were flowing freely, coating my tongue and chin. When I finally slid inside her, she felt incredibly warm and slippery. We started in missionary. Her huge breasts bounced heavily with every thrust, soft, jiggly, with large dark nipples that hardened as I watched them. I grabbed them, squeezing the soft flesh while pounding deeper. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails digging into my back. Because I had masturbated earlier that day, it was taking me longer to finish. She started saying "Why are you not getting wet? Get wet faster..." in a desperate tone. That is when it clicked, she was actually saying she was cumming. Her pussy clenched around me tightly as she came, her whole body shaking, those massive tits jiggling wildly. We switched positions. She got on top, her heavy boobs hanging right in front of my face. I sucked on her nipples while she rode me hard, grinding her wet pussy down on my cock, her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs. The sound of skin on skin mixed with her moans and the creaky bed filled the room. Later the husband joined a bit, watching closely while I fucked her from behind, her big tits swinging like pendulums, her face buried in the pillow.

Afterwards the husband and I stepped out on the small balcony for a cigarette. He casually told me that next time maybe I should not go down on her so much because it turns him off. I did not really understand that comment. I also told him honestly that his wife's pussy tasted really good and fresh. He laughed and said "Yeah, she is a pure vegetarian, so it is much better." His wife was damn hot, very busty, curvy, with those massive tits that I could not stop staring at. But overall the vibe felt off and weird to me. The way everything was staged for him, the random comments, the mixed signals, it just did not click.

Now the husband has been texting me again and again, asking to meet this weekend or next. He keeps sending messages like "Bhai, when are you free? She really liked you." But I have not replied properly yet. I am not sure if I want to go again. The experience was hot in parts but too strange overall.

Sharing it here to get it off my chest.

Written by me but sort of used AI to refine it.

Hey guys, this one is fresh from last weekend and I am still processing how strange the whole experience was. I am 25, working in marketing in Lower Parel. I sometimes browse Reddit for couple posts when I am in the mood for something different. About two weeks back I replied to a post from a couple in Mumbai. We moved to TG quickly. I was mostly chatting with the husband at first. We exchanged normal pics, then some more revealing ones. The wife looked very busty even in the photos.

After a few days the husband asked if we could do a video call. I said sure. When we connected, he was there and then he handed the phone to his wife. She was sitting next to him. On the video call I could only see the top half but her boobs were enormous, heavy, round, and spilling out of her tight top, with deep cleavage that moved every time she breathed. The husband kept saying everything is chill, no pressure, and that his wife is also interested and excited. We talked for a while and it felt casual. He said he would book a place and all I had to do was show up. Last Saturday evening he messaged the hotel details, a small, shady-looking place in Andheri East, the kind with hourly rates, dim yellow lighting, and that typical cheap hotel smell mixed with old AC. It was brutally hot and humid outside, around 35-36 degrees even after sunset, the sticky April weather making everything feel sweaty. I reached there around 9 in the evening. The room was basic: creaky double bed, two old chairs, a small balcony, and the AC struggling against the heat. The husband had brought 10-12 cans of beer. We started drinking. The wife was more into vodka and was sipping it steadily, her cheeks getting flushed. This was my third time meeting a couple, but every couple is different, so I was not sure how to proceed. The husband was sitting on the bed scrolling his phone, while the wife and I were sitting on two chairs in the room. It felt a bit awkward at first. When the husband went to the toilet, I asked the wife if she was comfortable. She said yes. I asked if I could kiss her and she said sure, but then added "Let's wait for him, because all this is basically a show for him." I said okay.

Later things moved forward. The husband had already told me that she will not go down on me, but everything else is fine. I went down on her for about 20-25 minutes. She lay back on the bed, pulled her dress up, and spread her thick thighs. Her pussy was smooth, pinkish, and already glistening. I licked her slowly at first, long flat tongue strokes from bottom to top, circling her clit, then sucking gently on her swollen lips. She kept moaning softly and repeating "Oh I'm wet... oh I'm so wet..." in a husky voice, her massive tits heaving up and down with every breath. Her juices were flowing freely, coating my tongue and chin. When I finally slid inside her, she felt incredibly warm and slippery. We started in missionary. Her huge breasts bounced heavily with every thrust, soft, jiggly, with large dark nipples that hardened as I watched them. I grabbed them, squeezing the soft flesh while pounding deeper. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails digging into my back. Because I had masturbated earlier that day, it was taking me longer to finish. She started saying "Why are you not getting wet? Get wet faster..." in a desperate tone. That is when it clicked, she was actually saying she was cumming. Her pussy clenched around me tightly as she came, her whole body shaking, those massive tits jiggling wildly. We switched positions. She got on top, her heavy boobs hanging right in front of my face. I sucked on her nipples while she rode me hard, grinding her wet pussy down on my cock, her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs. The sound of skin on skin mixed with her moans and the creaky bed filled the room. Later the husband joined a bit, watching closely while I fucked her from behind, her big tits swinging like pendulums, her face buried in the pillow.

Afterwards the husband and I stepped out on the small balcony for a cigarette. He casually told me that next time maybe I should not go down on her so much because it turns him off. I did not really understand that comment. I also told him honestly that his wife's pussy tasted really good and fresh. He laughed and said "Yeah, she is a pure vegetarian, so it is much better." His wife was damn hot, very busty, curvy, with those massive tits that I could not stop staring at. But overall the vibe felt off and weird to me. The way everything was staged for him, the random comments, the mixed signals, it just did not click.

Now the husband has been texting me again and again, asking to meet this weekend or next. He keeps sending messages like "Bhai, when are you free? She really liked you." But I have not replied properly yet. I am not sure if I want to go again. The experience was hot in parts but too strange overall.

Sharing it here to get it off my chest.

Written by me but sort of used AI to refine it.

Hey guys, this one is fresh from last weekend and I am still processing how strange the whole experience was. I am 25, working in marketing in Lower Parel. I sometimes browse Reddit for couple posts when I am in the mood for something different. About two weeks back I replied to a post from a couple in Mumbai. We moved to TG quickly. I was mostly chatting with the husband at first. We exchanged normal pics, then some more revealing ones. The wife looked very busty even in the photos.

After a few days the husband asked if we could do a video call. I said sure. When we connected, he was there and then he handed the phone to his wife. She was sitting next to him. On the video call I could only see the top half but her boobs were enormous, heavy, round, and spilling out of her tight top, with deep cleavage that moved every time she breathed. The husband kept saying everything is chill, no pressure, and that his wife is also interested and excited. We talked for a while and it felt casual. He said he would book a place and all I had to do was show up. Last Saturday evening he messaged the hotel details, a small, shady-looking place in Andheri East, the kind with hourly rates, dim yellow lighting, and that typical cheap hotel smell mixed with old AC. It was brutally hot and humid outside, around 35-36 degrees even after sunset, the sticky April weather making everything feel sweaty. I reached there around 9 in the evening. The room was basic: creaky double bed, two old chairs, a small balcony, and the AC struggling against the heat. The husband had brought 10-12 cans of beer. We started drinking. The wife was more into vodka and was sipping it steadily, her cheeks getting flushed. This was my third time meeting a couple, but every couple is different, so I was not sure how to proceed. The husband was sitting on the bed scrolling his phone, while the wife and I were sitting on two chairs in the room. It felt a bit awkward at first. When the husband went to the toilet, I asked the wife if she was comfortable. She said yes. I asked if I could kiss her and she said sure, but then added "Let's wait for him, because all this is basically a show for him." I said okay.

Later things moved forward. The husband had already told me that she will not go down on me, but everything else is fine. I went down on her for about 20-25 minutes. She lay back on the bed, pulled her dress up, and spread her thick thighs. Her pussy was smooth, pinkish, and already glistening. I licked her slowly at first, long flat tongue strokes from bottom to top, circling her clit, then sucking gently on her swollen lips. She kept moaning softly and repeating "Oh I'm wet... oh I'm so wet..." in a husky voice, her massive tits heaving up and down with every breath. Her juices were flowing freely, coating my tongue and chin. When I finally slid inside her, she felt incredibly warm and slippery. We started in missionary. Her huge breasts bounced heavily with every thrust, soft, jiggly, with large dark nipples that hardened as I watched them. I grabbed them, squeezing the soft flesh while pounding deeper. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails digging into my back. Because I had masturbated earlier that day, it was taking me longer to finish. She started saying "Why are you not getting wet? Get wet faster..." in a desperate tone. That is when it clicked, she was actually saying she was cumming. Her pussy clenched around me tightly as she came, her whole body shaking, those massive tits jiggling wildly. We switched positions. She got on top, her heavy boobs hanging right in front of my face. I sucked on her nipples while she rode me hard, grinding her wet pussy down on my cock, her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs. The sound of skin on skin mixed with her moans and the creaky bed filled the room. Later the husband joined a bit, watching closely while I fucked her from behind, her big tits swinging like pendulums, her face buried in the pillow.

Afterwards the husband and I stepped out on the small balcony for a cigarette. He casually told me that next time maybe I should not go down on her so much because it turns him off. I did not really understand that comment. I also told him honestly that his wife's pussy tasted really good and fresh. He laughed and said "Yeah, she is a pure vegetarian, so it is much better." His wife was damn hot, very busty, curvy, with those massive tits that I could not stop staring at. But overall the vibe felt off and weird to me. The way everything was staged for him, the random comments, the mixed signals, it just did not click.

Now the husband has been texting me again and again, asking to meet this weekend or next. He keeps sending messages like "Bhai, when are you free? She really liked you." But I have not replied properly yet. I am not sure if I want to go again. The experience was hot in parts but too strange overall.

Sharing it here to get it off my chest.

Written by me but sort of used AI to refine it.

Hey guys, this one is fresh from last weekend and I am still processing how strange the whole experience was. I am 25, working in marketing in Lower Parel. I sometimes browse Reddit for couple posts when I am in the mood for something different. About two weeks back I replied to a post from a couple in Mumbai. We moved to TG quickly. I was mostly chatting with the husband at first. We exchanged normal pics, then some more revealing ones. The wife looked very busty even in the photos.

After a few days the husband asked if we could do a video call. I said sure. When we connected, he was there and then he handed the phone to his wife. She was sitting next to him. On the video call I could only see the top half but her boobs were enormous, heavy, round, and spilling out of her tight top, with deep cleavage that moved every time she breathed. The husband kept saying everything is chill, no pressure, and that his wife is also interested and excited. We talked for a while and it felt casual. He said he would book a place and all I had to do was show up. Last Saturday evening he messaged the hotel details, a small, shady-looking place in Andheri East, the kind with hourly rates, dim yellow lighting, and that typical cheap hotel smell mixed with old AC. It was brutally hot and humid outside, around 35-36 degrees even after sunset, the sticky April weather making everything feel sweaty. I reached there around 9 in the evening. The room was basic: creaky double bed, two old chairs, a small balcony, and the AC struggling against the heat. The husband had brought 10-12 cans of beer. We started drinking. The wife was more into vodka and was sipping it steadily, her cheeks getting flushed. This was my third time meeting a couple, but every couple is different, so I was not sure how to proceed. The husband was sitting on the bed scrolling his phone, while the wife and I were sitting on two chairs in the room. It felt a bit awkward at first. When the husband went to the toilet, I asked the wife if she was comfortable. She said yes. I asked if I could kiss her and she said sure, but then added "Let's wait for him, because all this is basically a show for him." I said okay.

Later things moved forward. The husband had already told me that she will not go down on me, but everything else is fine. I went down on her for about 20-25 minutes. She lay back on the bed, pulled her dress up, and spread her thick thighs. Her pussy was smooth, pinkish, and already glistening. I licked her slowly at first, long flat tongue strokes from bottom to top, circling her clit, then sucking gently on her swollen lips. She kept moaning softly and repeating "Oh I'm wet... oh I'm so wet..." in a husky voice, her massive tits heaving up and down with every breath. Her juices were flowing freely, coating my tongue and chin. When I finally slid inside her, she felt incredibly warm and slippery. We started in missionary. Her huge breasts bounced heavily with every thrust, soft, jiggly, with large dark nipples that hardened as I watched them. I grabbed them, squeezing the soft flesh while pounding deeper. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails digging into my back. Because I had masturbated earlier that day, it was taking me longer to finish. She started saying "Why are you not getting wet? Get wet faster..." in a desperate tone. That is when it clicked, she was actually saying she was cumming. Her pussy clenched around me tightly as she came, her whole body shaking, those massive tits jiggling wildly. We switched positions. She got on top, her heavy boobs hanging right in front of my face. I sucked on her nipples while she rode me hard, grinding her wet pussy down on my cock, her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs. The sound of skin on skin mixed with her moans and the creaky bed filled the room. Later the husband joined a bit, watching closely while I fucked her from behind, her big tits swinging like pendulums, her face buried in the pillow.

Afterwards the husband and I stepped out on the small balcony for a cigarette. He casually told me that next time maybe I should not go down on her so much because it turns him off. I did not really understand that comment. I also told him honestly that his wife's pussy tasted really good and fresh. He laughed and said "Yeah, she is a pure vegetarian, so it is much better." His wife was damn hot, very busty, curvy, with those massive tits that I could not stop staring at. But overall the vibe felt off and weird to me. The way everything was staged for him, the random comments, the mixed signals, it just did not click.

Now the husband has been texting me again and again, asking to meet this weekend or next. He keeps sending messages like "Bhai, when are you free? She really liked you." But I have not replied properly yet. I am not sure if I want to go again. The experience was hot in parts but too strange overall.

Sharing it here to get it off my chest.

Written by me but sort of used AI to refine it.

Hey guys, this one is fresh from last weekend and I am still processing how strange the whole experience was. I am 25, working in marketing in Lower Parel. I sometimes browse Reddit for couple posts when I am in the mood for something different. About two weeks back I replied to a post from a couple in Mumbai. We moved to TG quickly. I was mostly chatting with the husband at first. We exchanged normal pics, then some more revealing ones. The wife looked very busty even in the photos.

After a few days the husband asked if we could do a video call. I said sure. When we connected, he was there and then he handed the phone to his wife. She was sitting next to him. On the video call I could only see the top half but her boobs were enormous, heavy, round, and spilling out of her tight top, with deep cleavage that moved every time she breathed. The husband kept saying everything is chill, no pressure, and that his wife is also interested and excited. We talked for a while and it felt casual. He said he would book a place and all I had to do was show up. Last Saturday evening he messaged the hotel details, a small, shady-looking place in Andheri East, the kind with hourly rates, dim yellow lighting, and that typical cheap hotel smell mixed with old AC. It was brutally hot and humid outside, around 35-36 degrees even after sunset, the sticky April weather making everything feel sweaty. I reached there around 9 in the evening. The room was basic: creaky double bed, two old chairs, a small balcony, and the AC struggling against the heat. The husband had brought 10-12 cans of beer. We started drinking. The wife was more into vodka and was sipping it steadily, her cheeks getting flushed. This was my third time meeting a couple, but every couple is different, so I was not sure how to proceed. The husband was sitting on the bed scrolling his phone, while the wife and I were sitting on two chairs in the room. It felt a bit awkward at first. When the husband went to the toilet, I asked the wife if she was comfortable. She said yes. I asked if I could kiss her and she said sure, but then added "Let's wait for him, because all this is basically a show for him." I said okay.

Later things moved forward. The husband had already told me that she will not go down on me, but everything else is fine. I went down on her for about 20-25 minutes. She lay back on the bed, pulled her dress up, and spread her thick thighs. Her pussy was smooth, pinkish, and already glistening. I licked her slowly at first, long flat tongue strokes from bottom to top, circling her clit, then sucking gently on her swollen lips. She kept moaning softly and repeating "Oh I'm wet... oh I'm so wet..." in a husky voice, her massive tits heaving up and down with every breath. Her juices were flowing freely, coating my tongue and chin. When I finally slid inside her, she felt incredibly warm and slippery. We started in missionary. Her huge breasts bounced heavily with every thrust, soft, jiggly, with large dark nipples that hardened as I watched them. I grabbed them, squeezing the soft flesh while pounding deeper. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails digging into my back. Because I had masturbated earlier that day, it was taking me longer to finish. She started saying "Why are you not getting wet? Get wet faster..." in a desperate tone. That is when it clicked, she was actually saying she was cumming. Her pussy clenched around me tightly as she came, her whole body shaking, those massive tits jiggling wildly. We switched positions. She got on top, her heavy boobs hanging right in front of my face. I sucked on her nipples while she rode me hard, grinding her wet pussy down on my cock, her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs. The sound of skin on skin mixed with her moans and the creaky bed filled the room. Later the husband joined a bit, watching closely while I fucked her from behind, her big tits swinging like pendulums, her face buried in the pillow.

Afterwards the husband and I stepped out on the small balcony for a cigarette. He casually told me that next time maybe I should not go down on her so much because it turns him off. I did not really understand that comment. I also told him honestly that his wife's pussy tasted really good and fresh. He laughed and said "Yeah, she is a pure vegetarian, so it is much better." His wife was damn hot, very busty, curvy, with those massive tits that I could not stop staring at. But overall the vibe felt off and weird to me. The way everything was staged for him, the random comments, the mixed signals, it just did not click.

Now the husband has been texting me again and again, asking to meet this weekend or next. He keeps sending messages like "Bhai, when are you free? She really liked you." But I have not replied properly yet. I am not sure if I want to go again. The experience was hot in parts but too strange overall.

Sharing it here to get it off my chest.

Written by me but sort of used AI to refine it.

Hey guys, this one is fresh from last weekend and I am still processing how strange the whole experience was. I am 25, working in marketing in Lower Parel. I sometimes browse Reddit for couple posts when I am in the mood for something different. About two weeks back I replied to a post from a couple in Mumbai. We moved to TG quickly. I was mostly chatting with the husband at first. We exchanged normal pics, then some more revealing ones. The wife looked very busty even in the photos.

After a few days the husband asked if we could do a video call. I said sure. When we connected, he was there and then he handed the phone to his wife. She was sitting next to him. On the video call I could only see the top half but her boobs were enormous, heavy, round, and spilling out of her tight top, with deep cleavage that moved every time she breathed. The husband kept saying everything is chill, no pressure, and that his wife is also interested and excited. We talked for a while and it felt casual. He said he would book a place and all I had to do was show up. Last Saturday evening he messaged the hotel details, a small, shady-looking place in Andheri East, the kind with hourly rates, dim yellow lighting, and that typical cheap hotel smell mixed with old AC. It was brutally hot and humid outside, around 35-36 degrees even after sunset, the sticky April weather making everything feel sweaty. I reached there around 9 in the evening. The room was basic: creaky double bed, two old chairs, a small balcony, and the AC struggling against the heat. The husband had brought 10-12 cans of beer. We started drinking. The wife was more into vodka and was sipping it steadily, her cheeks getting flushed. This was my third time meeting a couple, but every couple is different, so I was not sure how to proceed. The husband was sitting on the bed scrolling his phone, while the wife and I were sitting on two chairs in the room. It felt a bit awkward at first. When the husband went to the toilet, I asked the wife if she was comfortable. She said yes. I asked if I could kiss her and she said sure, but then added "Let's wait for him, because all this is basically a show for him." I said okay.

Later things moved forward. The husband had already told me that she will not go down on me, but everything else is fine. I went down on her for about 20-25 minutes. She lay back on the bed, pulled her dress up, and spread her thick thighs. Her pussy was smooth, pinkish, and already glistening. I licked her slowly at first, long flat tongue strokes from bottom to top, circling her clit, then sucking gently on her swollen lips. She kept moaning softly and repeating "Oh I'm wet... oh I'm so wet..." in a husky voice, her massive tits heaving up and down with every breath. Her juices were flowing freely, coating my tongue and chin. When I finally slid inside her, she felt incredibly warm and slippery. We started in missionary. Her huge breasts bounced heavily with every thrust, soft, jiggly, with large dark nipples that hardened as I watched them. I grabbed them, squeezing the soft flesh while pounding deeper. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails digging into my back. Because I had masturbated earlier that day, it was taking me longer to finish. She started saying "Why are you not getting wet? Get wet faster..." in a desperate tone. That is when it clicked, she was actually saying she was cumming. Her pussy clenched around me tightly as she came, her whole body shaking, those massive tits jiggling wildly. We switched positions. She got on top, her heavy boobs hanging right in front of my face. I sucked on her nipples while she rode me hard, grinding her wet pussy down on my cock, her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs. The sound of skin on skin mixed with her moans and the creaky bed filled the room. Later the husband joined a bit, watching closely while I fucked her from behind, her big tits swinging like pendulums, her face buried in the pillow.

Afterwards the husband and I stepped out on the small balcony for a cigarette. He casually told me that next time maybe I should not go down on her so much because it turns him off. I did not really understand that comment. I also told him honestly that his wife's pussy tasted really good and fresh. He laughed and said "Yeah, she is a pure vegetarian, so it is much better." His wife was damn hot, very busty, curvy, with those massive tits that I could not stop staring at. But overall the vibe felt off and weird to me. The way everything was staged for him, the random comments, the mixed signals, it just did not click.

Now the husband has been texting me again and again, asking to meet this weekend or next. He keeps sending messages like "Bhai, when are you free? She really liked you." But I have not replied properly yet. I am not sure if I want to go again. The experience was hot in parts but too strange overall.

Sharing it here to get it off my chest.

Written by me but sort of used AI to refine it.

Hey guys, this one is fresh from last weekend and I am still processing how strange the whole experience was. I am 25, working in marketing in Lower Parel. I sometimes browse Reddit for couple posts when I am in the mood for something different. About two weeks back I replied to a post from a couple in Mumbai. We moved to TG quickly. I was mostly chatting with the husband at first. We exchanged normal pics, then some more revealing ones. The wife looked very busty even in the photos.

After a few days the husband asked if we could do a video call. I said sure. When we connected, he was there and then he handed the phone to his wife. She was sitting next to him. On the video call I could only see the top half but her boobs were enormous, heavy, round, and spilling out of her tight top, with deep cleavage that moved every time she breathed. The husband kept saying everything is chill, no pressure, and that his wife is also interested and excited. We talked for a while and it felt casual. He said he would book a place and all I had to do was show up. Last Saturday evening he messaged the hotel details, a small, shady-looking place in Andheri East, the kind with hourly rates, dim yellow lighting, and that typical cheap hotel smell mixed with old AC. It was brutally hot and humid outside, around 35-36 degrees even after sunset, the sticky April weather making everything feel sweaty. I reached there around 9 in the evening. The room was basic: creaky double bed, two old chairs, a small balcony, and the AC struggling against the heat. The husband had brought 10-12 cans of beer. We started drinking. The wife was more into vodka and was sipping it steadily, her cheeks getting flushed. This was my third time meeting a couple, but every couple is different, so I was not sure how to proceed. The husband was sitting on the bed scrolling his phone, while the wife and I were sitting on two chairs in the room. It felt a bit awkward at first. When the husband went to the toilet, I asked the wife if she was comfortable. She said yes. I asked if I could kiss her and she said sure, but then added "Let's wait for him, because all this is basically a show for him." I said okay.

Later things moved forward. The husband had already told me that she will not go down on me, but everything else is fine. I went down on her for about 20-25 minutes. She lay back on the bed, pulled her dress up, and spread her thick thighs. Her pussy was smooth, pinkish, and already glistening. I licked her slowly at first, long flat tongue strokes from bottom to top, circling her clit, then sucking gently on her swollen lips. She kept moaning softly and repeating "Oh I'm wet... oh I'm so wet..." in a husky voice, her massive tits heaving up and down with every breath. Her juices were flowing freely, coating my tongue and chin. When I finally slid inside her, she felt incredibly warm and slippery. We started in missionary. Her huge breasts bounced heavily with every thrust, soft, jiggly, with large dark nipples that hardened as I watched them. I grabbed them, squeezing the soft flesh while pounding deeper. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails digging into my back. Because I had masturbated earlier that day, it was taking me longer to finish. She started saying "Why are you not getting wet? Get wet faster..." in a desperate tone. That is when it clicked, she was actually saying she was cumming. Her pussy clenched around me tightly as she came, her whole body shaking, those massive tits jiggling wildly. We switched positions. She got on top, her heavy boobs hanging right in front of my face. I sucked on her nipples while she rode me hard, grinding her wet pussy down on my cock, her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs. The sound of skin on skin mixed with her moans and the creaky bed filled the room. Later the husband joined a bit, watching closely while I fucked her from behind, her big tits swinging like pendulums, her face buried in the pillow.

Afterwards the husband and I stepped out on the small balcony for a cigarette. He casually told me that next time maybe I should not go down on her so much because it turns him off. I did not really understand that comment. I also told him honestly that his wife's pussy tasted really good and fresh. He laughed and said "Yeah, she is a pure vegetarian, so it is much better." His wife was damn hot, very busty, curvy, with those massive tits that I could not stop staring at. But overall the vibe felt off and weird to me. The way everything was staged for him, the random comments, the mixed signals, it just did not click.

Now the husband has been texting me again and again, asking to meet this weekend or next. He keeps sending messages like "Bhai, when are you free? She really liked you." But I have not replied properly yet. I am not sure if I want to go again. The experience was hot in parts but too strange overall.

Sharing it here to get it off my chest.

Written by me but sort of used AI to refine it.