Real fake taxi

I’m a cab driver.

I’m not something else, driving cabs while I wait for my ‘big break’
at whatever it is that I claim is my ‘real’ job.

MY ‘real job’ is driving a hack.

I’ve been doing it for a long time, and I’ve had some pretty wild
experiences. This is one of them.

I’m out at the airport one time, and I get this couple that are
heading to one of the hotels downtown. The guy, he isn’t anything
special – mid 30’s maybe, average height, weight, looks, he’s Joe
Average. The woman, though, she’s something else. I figure she’s
Indian – from India, I mean – and maybe as old as her late 20’s. Long,
straight black hair that just gleams. Very light brown clear
complexion, absolutely beautiful brown eyes, a fine, straight nose,
and slightly full lips. She’s got a medium frame, but a set of
knockers that you can’t HELP but notice; they’re not the huge
stick-way-out kind like Pamela Anderson has. Instead, they’re more
rounded, and full on her chest. I can tell because she has on this
lightweight dress that makes it easy to see that she isn’t wearing a
bra underneath. The dress fits her close enough that I can see she’s
got a nice, trim waist and nicely curved hips. The dress only comes
down to about mid-thigh on her, and the legs sticking out the bottom
are trim and strong. She moves with this kind of poise and grace that
makes me think that if she should be a model, if she isn’t already. As
I’m putting their bags in the trunk, she turns around and squats down
to do something with one of her shoes – and the dress moulds around an
ass that even makes my TONGUE hard. When she stands up and comes over
to get in my cab, I see that she’s maybe four or five inches shorter
than me, and just a couple of inches shorter than he is.

I get their stuff in the trunk, and I head into town. The whole time
I’m driving, I can’t help but look back at her in the rear-view
mirror. I mean, she’s just THAT good-looking. But I’m being polite
about it, and not staring or anything; besides, she’s got her head
turned to look out the window, so I’m getting to see this beautiful
profile most of the time. A few times, I notice the guy with her is
looking at me when I check her out, but it isn’t often and he doesn’t
seem like he minds.

I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed when I get them downtown
and to their hotel; but when she gets out of the cab, I get the chance
to eyeball her a little more as I’m unloading the trunk. The guy pays
the fare, and gives me a nice tip, and I figure that’s the end of it.

Except that over the next couple of days, I end up getting them as
fares several more times. Sometimes, shit like that happens in this
business: somebody will come in from out of town and you’ll wind up
getting them two or three or even more times while they’re visiting.
It doesn’t happen all the time, of course, but it’s not all that
strange, either. It usually works out pretty good – they get to know
you a little bit, and if you’re a decent driver and friendly, the tips
go up real nice.

So anyway, these two keep ending up in my cab. And as I’m taking them
to one place or another, we kinda get to know each other a little. I
learn he’s Richard Thornton, and does some kind of work helping
companies find places to build factories overseas. The woman is his
wife, Jyota, and he met her when he was working in Bangalore – India,
just like I thought. He speaks some Hindi, and a little Chinese and a
couple of other languages, which is a big help in his line of work.
Me, I’m interested in learning about other places and people – I was a
philosophy major when I was still in college – so I ask him some
questions about the places he’s been. When I ask about India, though,
he suggests that she answer me; reasonable enough, since it’s where
she’s from. She speaks better English than I do most of the time, and
she’s got this voice and accent that go straight to my dick as she
answers my questions. This doesn’t happen all at once, of course; it
takes a half-dozen rides, but we get to the point where each time I
pick them up, we just kind of pick up the conversation from where it
left off. I also get to see her in a variety of different outfits
along the way, too: a simple white sundress that makes her an absolute
knockout because of the contrast with her hair and skin, to a black
shoulderless number that makes her look even MORE like a fashion model
or movie star, to what I suspect was a traditional Indian sari that
leaves her looking drop-dead gorgeous. She sees me looking at her
several times, and all she ever does is just smile, letting me know
she appreciates the looks I’m giving her. Richard sees them, too, and
tells me “It’s okay, Jim. I know she’s pretty, and guys like to look
at her – and you’re a hell of a lot more polite about it than most! If
she’s not offended, then I’m sure not going to be.”

It’s the night before they’re supposed to leave town, and almost the
end of my shift, and I’m hoping they think to ask for me to take them
to the airport the next day – not just for the fare, which is pretty
nice, but so that I can get one last look at Jyota before they leave –
when I get a dispatch to a local club. I get there, and I’m surprised
to see that it’s Richard and Jyota. He’s in slacks and a sports shirt
and she’s in this pale yellow jumpsuit looking thing that makes her
look stunning.

He tells me they’re headed for their hotel, and I get us moving in the
right direction when he asks me “Didn’t you tell us that you get off
work soon?”

I tell him that’s right – that they’ll be my last fare for the night,
and he tells me “Then Jyota and I would like to know if you could come
up to our room after you drop us off, and get your cab parked.”

I figure they just want to give me an extra tip, or something, and
tell him “Sure, I can do that. Take me a couple of minutes to find a
spot to park, though.”

He assures me that’s fine, and tells me what room they’re in; I look
back at them in the mirror and see the two of them look at each other
and smile. I don’t pay any attention to it, figuring that they’re just
happy from having a good time their last night in town.

We get to their hotel, and after Richard pays me – along with a hefty
tip – he reminds me “We’ll be expecting you. A couple of minutes, you
said?”

I tell him that’s right, and the doorman for the hotel closes the door
for them when he stands up. I find a spot to park my hack that’s not
too far away, and make my way to the hotel. I know the place, and I
manage to get an elevator up to their floor without being noticed by
any of the staff or guests – it’s a pretty fancy place, and I don’t
want to get any bad attention that might keep the doorman from letting
me pick up fares there.

I knock on the door to their room, and it opens right up – Richard is
standing there, and invites me in. They’ve got one of the suites, so
there’s a small living area separate from the bedroom. Richard asks me
if I’d like something to drink, and I figure I’ve still got the drive
home ahead of me, and ask for a beer. He pulls one out of the
mini-bar, and gestures toward the glasses to see if I want one.
Normally, I wouldn’t bother, but I figure I’d better put on my ‘class’
act, and nod that I’ll take one. He hands them to me, and I tilt the
glass and pour the beer down the side to minimize how much head there
is. I take a sip and then look at them – first her, then him. Both are
watching me, which makes me a little nervous, but since they asked me
to come up, I put it aside as best I can.

I’m looking at Richard, wondering what’s going on when he says “Jim,
you’ve been quite the cabbie since we got here. When we wanted to know
what places there were to visit, you didn’t just rattle off the local
tourist spots; you actually took the time to ask what we were
interested in, and then told us about some places that aren’t on the
local Chamber of Commerce list. You’ve been unfailingly polite and
cheerful, and far more helpful than either one of us would have
expected. And once you found out that I’ve traveled quite a bit, you
asked me questions that were much different than what I’m used to
hearing from people. You even thought to ask Jyota things that even I
had never considered. Both of us would like to know: with your obvious
intelligence, why are you driving a cab?”

I took a sip of my beer, and told them about how I’d been majoring in
philosophy, and been studying for finals when I realized that the
education I was getting wasn’t going to do me the slightest bit of
good out in the real world. I told them that I’d been interested in
philosophy since I first read Plato’s Republic in my Senior year of
high school, and that I was still interested in it; just not the stuff
that was being taught as ‘modern’ philosophy. There were too many
people asking questions without worrying about finding the answers;
and to me, that seemed too much like the intellectual equivalent of
playing with yourself: if you’re going to do it, see it all the way
through to the end.

We talked back and forth a little bit, and they finally understood
that I’d been asking questions because I really wanted to know
something about the places they’d been – things that weren’t in the
tourist books.

I’d finished my beer by that time, and waited as the two of them had
some kind of silent conversation with each other. When it was over,
both of them turned to look at me before Jyota said “We asked you up
here so that we could give you an extra payment for all that you’ve
done to make our stay here as pleasant and enjoyable as it has been.
But both of us were also curious to know why you were driving a
taxicab when you had the wit to ask some of the questions you did. We
also wanted to find out if you’re really the kind of person that you
seemed to be when you were taking us different places. We’ve decided
that you ARE that kind of person, and that you have a measure of
character and intellect that we don’t often see in others. So there is
something that we would like to ask of you.”

I look over to Richard to hear what he has to say, and he tells me “As
you might imagine, Jyota and I have a fairly active and happy sex
life. But both of us find that we enjoy our time together even more if
we occasionally let someone else share in it with us. Sometimes it is
a female, and sometimes a male; it doesn’t happen that often, since we
are extremely choosy about who we allow to join us. We believe that
we’ve gotten to know you well enough that we would like YOU to spend
some time with us. To calm any concerns you might have, your
participation would be with Jyota; it would likely happen that both
you and I would be involved with her, but certainly NOT with each
other. I have no interest in such things, and trust that you don’t,
either.”

Needless to say, I was more than a little surprised. I thought Jyota
was an absolute babe, and the idea of getting belly-to-belly with her
was appealing as all hell. It was the thought of her husband being
there, and joining us, that was throwing me off. I looked at them, and
both could apparently see that I was going to need a few moments to
decide. Jyota that told me “I do hope you’ll consider agreeing, Jim.
You’re quite the gentleman, and I should very much like getting to
know you better.”

I started to take a sip of my beer to lubricate the thought process
before I remembered that I’d already finished it. Richard simply got
up and fetched me another one; I absently took a swallow straight from
the bottle as I was running their offer through my mind. It took me a
couple of minutes before I got things straight in my head, and told
them “I would be honored.”

Both of them looked pleased – Jyota a little more than Richard –
before she suggested “Jim, it might help you to relax if all of us
were nude for a bit before we get involved.”

At that, both of them stood up and started undressing. They weren’t
doing it as any kind of strip-tease or anything like that; it was just
two people shedding their clothes. I was a little surprised by it, but
stood up to join them a couple of seconds later. I’ll confess to
having a look at Richard, but it was Jyota that I had my eyes on
almost the entire time.

The first thing I discovered was that her tits were as full and
rounded as they’d seemed the first time I saw them at the airport:
each was the size and shape of half a cantaloupe, covering nearly half
her chest, and capped with a dark brown areola about the size of a
quarter. From the center of that, she had nipples that were maybe the
same diameter as a pencil and probably a little short of a half-inch
long. Both breasts were the same shade of light brown as what I’d been
able to see with her dressed. Either she didn’t get any sun, or all of
her did; there wasn’t a swimsuit line to be found.

The next view I got was of her ass – and it was easily as nice as I’d
imagined it would be – a pair of small, rounded globes that were
smooth and obviously firm. I was looking forward to being able to get
my hands on it. Between her thighs, I could see part of her mons,
covered in a thick black hair. When she turned around to face me, I
could see that it ran up to roughly halfway between the top of her
mound and her belly button, the shape of it turning her lower belly
into a dark, luxurious forest.

I took a quick look at Richard, and was surprised to see that his was
a little smaller than my own average-sized penis. My first reaction
was one of relief; I’d been afraid that he was one of those super-hung
guys that would have stretched her too much inside for me to be able
to really enjoy.

When we were all naked, we sat down again; them next to each other on
the small couch, while I was in a chair facing them. Richard didn’t
say anything when Jyota draped one of her legs over his – not only
opening herself a bit for me to look at, but her leg serving as an
obstruction so that I wouldn’t have to look at Richard’s package.

I’ll admit to being more than a little nervous at first, but the view
I had of Jyota and the way they engaged me in some casual conversation
soon had me settled down again.

When I’d finished my beer – I’d remembered to pour the rest of it into
the glass – it was Richard that told me “If you think you’re ready,
Jim, we can go into the bedroom now. Of course, your interest is in
Jyota, so I’ll sit off to the side while you two get acquainted.”

I wasn’t all that sure that I was ready, but decided that I’d be old
and gray if I waited until I was a hundred percent sure, so I moved to
stand up. Jyota and Richard both stood, too, and held hands as they
led the way into their bedroom, which gave me the chance to watch her
ass moving as she walked. She turned her head to look at me and
smiled, knowing what I was doing.

When we get into the bedroom, he heads for a chair that’s off in one
corner, out of the way; she leads me to the side of the bed and turns
around to take my hands in hers. She looks into my eyes as she tells
me “You don’t have to be nervous, really. Richard knows that you want
ME, and it pleases both of us when he can watch me bringing another
man as much pleasure as I do him. He isn’t going to say anything while
we’re together, and he isn’t going to interfere with anything you want
to do – as long as I don’t mind, of course. Otherwise, he’s just going
to sit there quietly. If he gets inspired enough, he may want to use a
part of me that you aren’t; but he certainly won’t get in the way of
your pleasure. I should imagine that you’ll find this easier and more
enjoyable if you can simply act as though it were just the two of us,
and act as you normally would. I know that I shall certainly enjoy it
more!”, the last part delivered with a smile before she moves close
and kisses me.

When I say close, I mean close – I can feel her tits pressing into my
chest, and the soft, dark mat of her bush against my leg as she puts
her arms around me and pulls us even closer. And the kiss she’s giving
me is making it REAL clear that she’s looking forward to us getting to
know each other WAY better.

It takes me a bit, but I finally manage to put the idea of Richard
watching us out of my head and give Jyota my full attention, and start
kissing her back the way she’s kissing me. She likes that, and presses
herself against me even harder. I put my hands on her waist, then
start moving them up and down her back, caressing it, for a little bit
before I finally let them slide down so I can hold that marvelous ass
of hers. As I squeeze her ass cheeks, I feel them start clenching a
little as she starts kind of humping herself against my leg in slow
motion. I can also feel her nipples getting harder where they’re
trying to bore holes into my chest, and I think I can start to detect
the unique aroma of aroused female.

Our kisses keep going, getting longer and more intense, and it isn’t
long until I’m sure I can smell her.

She can feel my cock starting to respond to the feeling of her body
pressing against mine, and she starts this little side-to-side
wiggling thing, brushing the upper edge of her pubic hair against it.
It kind of tickles, but it also works to get me a little longer and
harder, too.

Holding and hugging and kissing her is nice, but I want to get to more
of the good stuff, too, so I finally pull back from her a bit and say
“Let’s get a little more comfortable…”

She gives me a delighted smile, and takes a step back before turning
to climb onto the bed and knee-walking her way across it to lie on her
back on the other side. I follow her example, and it’s only a few
seconds before I’m next to her on my side, propped up on one elbow so
I can look down into her beautiful dark eyes. I reach out and put my
hand on her belly, holding it there for a few seconds just so I can
enjoy the coolness of her skin before I start caressing her. I lean
forward a bit and lower my head so the two of us can start kissing
again. About the time she gets her tongue in my mouth, I’ve got my
hand on one of her breasts and I’m finally getting to really check her
out the way I’ve wanted to since I first saw her.

Her tit more than fills my hand, and as I give it a gentle squeeze, I
find out that it’s wonderfully firm, yet slightly spongy. When I get
my fingers to the peak of it, I find that her areola is already
slightly puckered, and her nipple is standing tall. As I softly run my
fingertips across her breast, I feel its apex become even harder, and
her nipple get longer as her desire increases.

When I’ve got the one breast taken care of, I shift my attentions to
the other, and begin bringing it to the same level of arousal as the
other while Jyota and I continue dueling tongues. I feel her take my
semi-erect cock in her cool, soft hand and start caressing it with her
slender, nimble fingers – not so much to get me hard, apparently, but
simply because she like the feel of it in her hand, much as I’m
enjoying touching her breasts.

By the time I get both of her nipples standing out as much as I can,
she’s starting to pant slightly, and releasing an occasional moan – so
I know she’s enjoying what I’m doing as much as I’m enjoying doing it.
I pull my lips away from hers so she can have her tongue back, and
start kissing her face: tip of her nose, her eyelids, forehead,
cheeks, and even the corners of her mouth before I expand my range to
include her throat, then her earlobes, neck, and shoulders. The kisses
are soft, and every so often, I use my lips to gently ‘nibble’ her
smooth skin. I even softly bite and suck on her earlobes, which earns
me a deep groan of pleasure for each of them. As I’m doing all of
that, I’ve been caressing her lower and lower on her body; when I
finally get my fingertips into the soft, luxurious thicket of her
pubic hair, I feel her spread her legs, inviting me to touch her there
next.

I certainly don’t plan to ignore the area between her thighs, but I’m
enjoying checking out her bush too much just then. I’m somewhat amazed
at how thick the hair is, yet still so soft under my fingers.

I haven’t given up on kissing her while the tips of my fingers have
been delighting in running barefoot through her pubic meadow; I’ve
been slowly kissing her lower and lower, working my way toward her
breasts. When I get to the bottom of one slope, I finally tell my hand
it’s time to move on, and start caressing her thighs as I slowly blaze
a trail of gentle kisses and soft bites as I spiral my way up her
breast and toward her nipple.

I finally get my lips on the prize, and softly take the puckered mound
at the end of her breast into my mouth and suck on it – accompanied by
a moan of pleasure from her as she arches her back. Lower down, I’ve
been softly caressing the insides of her thighs, from knee to pelvis,
but never quite reaching the treasure between them. But with my lips
fastened on her nipple, I finally relent and let the caress of one
thigh end with my hand cupping her mons. The contact makes her moan
again, and open her legs even more, giving me easy access to the core
of her sex.

I take my time letting my fingertips explore her womanhood; her pussy
lips are long and thin, the area between them wet with her oils. I
gently press the very tip of one finger against her opening, and find
it hot, wet, and – as I’d thought – slightly small. My investigations
continue, and at the top of her slit I discover that her clit is
exposed – and feels to be the size of a small marble. It’s easily the
largest clitoris I’ve ever found, and I’m looking forward to becoming
more familiar with it. In the mean time, I’ve transferred my mouth
over to her other breast, and I’m trying to see if I can get that
nipple as hard and long as the other while I put my hand to work
trying to memorize the way her pussy feels.

When I’ve got both of her nipples fully erect and glistening with my
saliva, I figure it’s time to head south – particularly since she’s
moaning almost continuously, and arching her pelvis up toward my hand
with little noises of frustration that I’m not doing more with it.

I move myself to where I’m over her, and my legs between hers before I
start slowly kissing my way down her body. As I do, I’ve got both
hands busy caressing her, from tits to knees. When I get to her navel,
I have to stop and give it the attention it deserves by dipping my
tongue into it, and kissing and licking the area around it, before
continuing my journey. My lips finally get to her bush, and I spend
some time just kissing it so I can feel how soft it is on my lips.
It’s only when I think about what’s waiting for me am I able to pull
myself away from it. When I finally get low enough, I start using my
lips to softly nibble the insides of her thighs, first one and then
the other, as I work my way up to where they come together. I
eventually reach her pussy, and I plant a kiss right on her lips –
then open my mouth and run my tongue between them from bottom to top.
I finish it by circling her clit a couple of times, which earns me a
deep groan of pleasure as she arches her hips up and tries to spread
her legs even more.

The first taste of her I get is great – her juices are almost as thin
as water, but still oily; and they’ve got a little bit of a tang to
them that’s real nice on my tongue. I go back and give her another
pass with my tongue, only I dip a little deeper to brush across her
opening along the way; and when I get to her clit, I spend a little
more time teasing it.

I reach up and get my hands on her tits, squeezing them and teasing
her nipples while I’m feasting on fresh pussy. She’s definitely
aroused, and I spend some time enjoying the hell out of eating her
before I settle down to trying to get her off: putting my mouth over
her opening and trying to suck her juices out; seeing just how much of
my tongue I can get inside her; taking each of her pussy lips into my
mouth and softly sucking on them; trying to see if I can get both of
them licked clean of her oils; and my favorite, finding out just what
I can do to and with her clit that gets her going the most. I’m doing
little designs on her clit with the tip of my tongue when I feel her
getting close to a climax; as she gets closer and closer to it, I’m
gradually slowing down, and applying less and less pressure, knowing
that I’m teasing her into one HELL of an orgasm when it finally
happens.

And sure enough, it does happen: I’m doing real light, slow circles
around her clit when I feel her start to tense up with the start of
her climax. That’s when I increase the pressure and start fluttering
my tongue across her clitoris, effectively throwing her into the deep
end of the orgasm pool.

She practically screams something in what I assume was Hindi as she
tries to slam her thighs together. My head is in the way, of course,
and I’m wondering if she hasn’t broken an eardrum as she starts
writhing on the bed. I’m starting to worry that she’s having some kind
of seizure when her thighs open up again, and I can hear the noises
she’s making as I’m massaging her clit with my tongue in time with the
spasms I feel going through her. She’s still talking in Hindi, but
from the tone of it, I figure I’m pretty safe in assuming that she
isn’t calling me names. Or if she is, they’re nice names, at least.

It sounds like she says something to me, but it’s in Hindi, and I
don’t understand a bit of it. A second later, she tells me in English
“Please, stop! I can’t take much more of that – it’s FAR too intense!”

I get my tongue off of where her clit has disappeared under its hood,
but I can’t resist getting another taste of her juices before I lift
my head from between her thighs.

I look her over, and I can see that she’s panting, and that there are
little shudders going through her every so often. I ease my way out
from between her legs and move up to lie on my side next to her and
put an arm across her. To my surprise, she wraps her arms around me
and gives me a hug before telling me “That was quite good, dear Jim. I
hope you aren’t disappointed that I made you stop, but what you were
doing was far more intense that I’m used to. I don’t know where you
learned to do that so well, but I daresay the women you practiced on
were left rather pleased!”

I couldn’t help smiling at her before I said “Well, I like doing it” –
“I should say so!” she interjected – “and you tasted pretty good to
me, so I wanted to make it good for you, too.”

She turned loose of me to lie back again and looked up at me to say
“That was rather naughty of you to tease me that way, when I was
getting so close – but then just as it started for me, you did that
extra bit and made it ever so much better! You made it more than just
good for me; you made it wonderful.”

The two of us just lie there for a little while as she gets her breath
back; every so often, I lean over and give her a little kiss, which
she happily returns. I’m sure she can taste herself, but she doesn’t
seem to mind it a bit; I can’t help wondering how involved she gets
when she and Richard bring another woman into their bed.

That makes me think to look over to where he is; he’s just sitting
there, and when he sees me looking at him, just smiles and nods
without saying anything.

I turn my attention back to Jyota, who’s starting to move next to me.
She looks up at me to say “You gave me such a wonderful climax, and
now I should like to do the same for you”, smiling.

I smile back and tell her “I’d like that”, and her smile gets even
bigger before she answers “I rather thought you might.”

She sits up and gives me a little nudge to let me know she wants me to
lay on my back. I do, and she moves to straddle my waist before she
lowers her body so the two of us can kiss. I can feel her breasts
pillowed against my chest, and her pubic hair is brushing against my
lower belly as our kiss lengthens and deepens. When her lips pull away
from mine, I look into her eyes and see her desire in them. She gives
me a mischievous smile, and lowers her head to begin kissing me much
the same way I did her: my face and neck and shoulders were all
blessed by her soft, warm lips. When she got to my ears, she didn’t
bother with my earlobes – she went straight for sticking her tongue in
my ear, instead, with predictable results.

As she worked her way down my body, I’m positive that she was
deliberately dragging her erect nipples across my skin whenever she
moved her body over me. I was almost completely erect by the time she
was positioned to where her head was hovering over my pelvis.

Our eyes locked, and I watched as she slowly lowered her head and
wrapped her lips around the head of my cock – then proceeded to take
almost my entire length into her mouth before she started running her
tongue along the underside of it. It didn’t take much of that before
she had me as hard as I’d ever been, and that’s when she got serious
about trying to make me feel as good as I had for her.

I don’t know how or where she learned to give head, but she needs to
open schools – lots of them – to teach it to other women. She
deepthroated me. She used her teeth to softly nibble literally every
square millimeter of my cock. She gave my balls a bath with her
tongue. She massaged my dick with her lips, from base to crown. She
sucked – soft, and hard. She blew: after coating me with her saliva,
she pulled her head off and softly blew across my cock, cooling it.
She used the tip of her tongue to tickle the bottom of it, right
behind the head. And every damn time I got close to blowing my load,
she’d back off and let the sensation fade a bit before she’d start in
on me again.

I knew I was in for a terminal case of blue balls when she finally had
mercy on me – sort of.

Her head was bobbing up and down on me while she was running the tip
of her tongue along the bottom when I felt myself getting ready to cum
(again). She had my balls cupped in her hand, and was gently squeezing
them when she felt them start to pull up next to my body (again). She
started twisting her head as she also began sucking on me, and taking
more of me into her mouth. As I got closer and closer to to the point
of no return, her actions slowed, too. My cock tightened, and right
before I started cumming, she buried her nose in my pubic hair,
deepthroating me. The sensation of her throat muscles massaging the
head of my dick made the first spurt of my cum erupt with even more
force and pleasure than I thought was possible; she simply swallowed
it, and kept herself in place as I groaned in pleasure with the second
surge of my semen into her welcoming mouth and throat. It was the
hardest I’d cum in a long, long time, and it felt DAMN good.

When I’d emptied my balls, she lifted her head and kept me in her
mouth as she took a couple of deep breaths through her nose; then she
proceeded to gently suck on my cock as she used her lips to ‘milk’ it,
ensuring that she got every drop she could of my semen. After she let
my rapidly-deflating penis slip from between her lips, she gave me a
satisfied smile before asking “I presume you enjoyed that?”

I didn’t bother to think about what I was saying before I answered
“Out-fucking-standing!” – and was relieved when her smile only got
wider.

As she moved up toward the head of the bed, I managed to get myself
sitting up and resting against the headboard. When she got close, I
reached out for her, but she shook her head and said “Just a moment,
if you will…” before reaching out for a bottle of fruit juice I
hadn’t noticed on the night stand. She opened it up and took a
mouthful of it and swished it around in her mouth before swallowing,
then took a long drink of it before sealing the bottle again. When she
turned to me, she could see that I’d been watching her, and she looked
mildly embarrassed as she told me “I like the taste of a man’s semen,
but I don’t think it’s something the men themselves would appreciate.
So whenever I do that, I make sure and rinse my mouth out properly
afterwards – particularly when I think that we’ll be kissing.”

I cupped her face in my hands and told her “You didn’t have to do that
on my account; I’ve tasted my own cum before, and it doesn’t bother
me. But if it makes you feel better, then that’s fine, too.” before I
leaned in and kissed her. The kiss I got back was enthusiastic, and we
spent a minute or so letting our tongues get re-acquainted before she
let me guide her to sit next to me in a way that allowed me to put my
arms around her.

Jyota saw me glance over to where Richard was sitting, and told me
“Really, it’s quite all right for you to hold me like this. Richard
and I both understand that there’s going to be a certain amount of
affection shown when we’re with someone else; it’s that personal
involvement that we like, as much as the physical part of it.
Otherwise, mechanical toys would be so much more safe and sanitary,
wouldn’t they?”

I suppose that if I’d thought about it the way I really SHOULD have,
I’d have realized that a guy that’s willing to let another man go to
bed with his wife isn’t likely to get upset if they snuggle a little.
After that, I really didn’t worry too much about what reaction Richard
might have to how I behaved with his wife – as long as I didn’t hurt
or offend her, of course.

For the next hour or so, Jyota and I talked to each other – she told
me about what it was like growing up in Bangalore, and I told her what
my childhood experiences had been like. There were certain coarse
similarities, since all kids play with their friends and have certain
experiences on the way to adulthood; it was the differences due to our
different cultures that both of us found amusing and entertaining. As
we talked, we shifted positions a few times, and I was lying on my
back with Jyota on her side with her head resting on my shoulder when
I felt her reach down and softly grasp my penis. I had an arm around
her, and was softly caressing her back and side with my hand; I patted
her on the butt before asking “Ready to continue, are you?”

She tilted her head back to smile at me before she answered “QUITE
ready, if you’re up to it.”

I couldn’t help grinning as I answered “As you can tell, I’m not ‘up
to it’ at the moment, but I expect that’s a problem easily corrected.”

She laughed at my bawdy pun, and said “Yes, I think that’s something I
can take care of for you” – then laughed again when I said “I was
hoping you could…”

When she sat up in preparation for reversing her position, I told her
“Of course, I’d be delighted to return the favor.”

She gave me a pleased smile and answered “I think I should like that
very much.” before turning and moving to her hands and knees. She got
herself positioned over me – fore AND aft – and I felt her take my
penis in her hand as I kissed the insides of her thighs before lifting
my head far enough to slip my tongue between her labia again.

The things she did to get me hard were effective, and she was
interrupted only once – by the relatively small orgasm she had as a
result of the tongue-lashing I gave her clitoris.

When both of us were ready, she slid her lips off my cock, then moved
herself from over me. I sat up and suggested “How about if we start
with me behind you?”

She nodded her assent, and pretty much just had to lean forward, since
she was already kneeling on the bed. I quickly got to my knees and
moved behind her, where I took a few seconds to enjoy the view of her
tight ass sticking in the air, the dark smudge of her pubic thatch
accented by her shiny, parted labia. I got closer, and levered the end
of my cock down to slip between her pussy lips, wedging it against her
opening. Holding myself in position, I pushed my hips forward and
began sinking myself into her. She was certainly wet enough inside,
but she was also pretty snug inside – as I’d thought, Richards cock
was smaller than mine, even when erect. I certainly didn’t want to
hurt her, and there wasn’t any reason to hurry, so I took my time
about getting inside. I’d press in until there was a little ‘drag’,
slide myself in and out of her to get her oils spread along my length,
and then press into her again. It didn’t take long, since she was
fairly enthusiastic about wanting it to happen, too.

So there came the time when my last thrust into her ended with the
head touching the deepest part of her while the tight ring of her
opening was wrapped around the base of it, my balls resting against
the soft cushion of her pubic hair.

As small as she’d been inside, I thought she might need a little time
to get used to having me in her, and waited until I felt her press
herself back against me before I started moving in her. Even then, I
began with slow, short motions so that she could tell me if she was
having any difficulty. I was certain she wasn’t when she kept pressing
herself back in response to each of my thrusts, and finally turned her
head to tell me “You needn’t be so gentle with me; I’m quite enjoying
having you inside me like this.”

For a few moments, I was amused at hearing what must have been a
proper British way of telling me “fuck me harder”.

So I did. I figured if she could tell me I was being too gentle, then
she could tell me if I was being too rough, too – and went about
trying to find a way of fucking into her that was satisfying for both
of us.

It didn’t take much, either. She was, so to speak, pretty easy: it
seemed that she was agreeable to just about anything I did, as long as
I was moving in her. Once that was settled, I just got into a rhythm
that would let me enjoy pumping into her for as long as possible. She
felt pretty nice around my cock, I didn’t have any trouble reaching
around her to play with her tits, and I wasn’t in a position that was
particularly tiring – so why hurry to get off?

I’d been pistoning in and out of her for several minutes when she
surprised me by having an orgasm – and not a small one, either.

I’d leaned forward and had her tits in my hands so I could kind of
pull and pinch her nipples when she suddenly froze under me and
started crying out something in Hindi as I felt her vagina tighten
around me. The thing was, I sure as hell wasn’t prepared for the
sensation of HOW her vagina was tightening as she climaxed. The first
thing was that she’d clamp down on me pretty hard, followed by her
relaxing for the briefest of moments, then she’d tighten around me
again – but not quite as much. Relax, tighten a little less, and so
on. And the whole time, she’s crying out in Hindi, and her pussy is
getting wetter and wetter. The almost-yelling and wetness part, those
I was familiar with; it was the way her vagina was clenching around me
that was so damn stimulating: TIGHT tIGHT tiGHT tigHT tighT tight –
then repeat, and repeat, and repeat, and… It was an incredible
feeling, and I started really looking forward to being ready to cum in
her while she was climaxing.

I continued thrusting in her while she was having her climax, knowing
that I was making it last longer, and more intense. After the last of
the spasms had faded, I could see that she was a little tired. She
wasn’t going to fall on her face, or anything, but it was still a
little bit of an effort for her to hold herself up.

I stopped my thrusts into her, and when she turned her head to say
something, I told her “I know you’re a little tired. Why don’t you lie
down, and I’ll be on top of you while you rest a bit?”

She opened her mouth to object, then thought better of it and nodded
her agreement. She groaned in disappointment when I slid my hard cock
out of her, but let me help her to lie on her back. She spread her
legs and lifted her knees, and I could see the desire – and
appreciation – in her eyes as I got myself situated. She reached down
between us and used one hand to hold herself open while the other got
me positioned at her entrance. A single slow thrust of my hips, and I
was buried in her again as she released a loud moan of pleasure.

In less than a minute, I was once again sliding my hard cock in and
out of her womanhood to our mutual pleasure.

Though the change in position was a little harder on me, it did have
its advantages: with us face-to-face, it was possible for me to arch
my back enough that I could get my mouth on the dark points of her
nipples, so I could lick and suck on them for short periods before I
had to straighten up again. I could also lower my body far enough that
the two of us could kiss – not just each other’s lips, but faces,
necks, and shoulders, too. And if I rested on my elbows, both of us
could feel the ends of her nipples dragging across my chest in time
with my thrusts into her. It was a pleasant, arousing experience for
both of us – her more so than me, since she had another orgasm after
we’d been in that position for several minutes. It wasn’t as powerful
of a climax as the previous one, but she certainly seemed to enjoy it
– just as I did.

I was starting to get tired some time later when it happened again.
When she’d gotten her breath back, she saw what kind of shape I was
in, and reached down to hold my hips still before she told me “Now
it’s time for YOU to take a rest, I believe.”

I couldn’t help but grin before I answered “And I believe you’re
right”, earning me a smile.

I got myself unplugged – she didn’t make any noise, just looked
disappointed – and the two of us got our positions reversed. She got
herself settled onto my dick easily, and started rocking her hips back
and forth as she leaned forward to put her hands on the bed. That gave
me the opportunity to reach up and start giving them the attention I
thought they deserved: gently squeezing and caressing them, running my
thumbs and fingertips across her nipples, and generally acting like an
adolescent – something she didn’t have any objections to.

We hadn’t been in that position for long when she leaned forward so
that her breasts were pillowed against my chest. A couple minutes
later, I realized that Richard was on the bed with us when I felt
another pair of (hairy) legs outside of mine. I felt Jyota pause for a
few moments, then start rocking back and forth – shortly followed by
the sensation of something pressing against the bottom of my cock. It
took me a bit before I realized that he’d apparently applied some kind
of lube to her ass, and was then starting to fuck her there. Well,
he’d warned me that he was ‘likely’ to join us, and she HAD said that
he might use a part of her that I wasn’t; so there wasn’t anything for
me to do but grin and bear it, so to speak.

It was an entirely new experience for me, and one that I wasn’t
entirely sure I liked. In fact, it made me distinctly uncomfortable –
but how do you ask a man that’s sharing his wife with you not to fuck
her while YOU are? Answer: you don’t. Or at least, I didn’t. I simply
focused on what I could feel of Jyota, and tried to ignore the feeling
of another mans dick sort-of rubbing against mine through the tissues
between her vagina, where I was, and her bowels, where he was.

Fortunately, he seemed to enjoy what we were doing to her more than I
was – it was only a few minutes before I heard him start to groan as
he held himself inside her, and she said something that sounded fairly
passionate in Hindi. Not long after that, I felt him leave the two of
us alone again – much to my relief.

With Richard’s cock out of her ass, Jyota was ready to get
enthusiastic about sliding herself up and down my erection – something
I found to be a much more pleasant activity than what I’d just
experienced.

I was surprised when it took only a few minutes of her bouncing
herself on my hard cock for Jyota to have another climax – and a
fairly powerful one, judging from the sounds she made, and the way her
wet pussy felt around me. I helped intensify and prolong it as best I
could by pressing myself up against her, applying pressure to her
clitoris, while pinching and pulling on her nipples. By the time it
was mostly over for her, the sensations she’d created on my cock had
gotten me to the point where I knew my own climax wasn’t so far off.

After the last wave of release had coursed through her, she leaned
forward to put her hands on the bed to support herself. I was
caressing her back and sides – with an occasional side trip to play
with her ass – when she told me “If you’re feeling up to being active
again, there’s something I’d like you to do, if you would be so kind.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“After Richard has had me there, I always climax hardest when another
man uses my bottom. Would you?”

Needless to say, it was another unique experience for me: having a
woman ask me to fuck her in the ass – particularly after her husband
had just done so. Still, the idea had a certain appeal to me; she must
have felt my cock twitch inside her, because she got a delighted smile
on her face before she said “I should take that as a ‘yes’, then?”

I couldn’t help smiling back, and answered “Yes, that’s a ‘yes’.”

It was just a matter of a few seconds before she’d slid herself off my
cock, and was positioning herself on her hands and knees again. I got
to my knees, too, and asked “Uh, do we need to add more lubricant, or
anything?”

She seemed pleased by the question, and answered “Oh, no. I can feel
that what’s there is quite sufficient, and I’ve already been loosened
up, as you know. Everything will be quite all right.”

Well, it was her ass – literally and figuratively – so I just moved
behind her and got myself into position. When I looked down, I could
see that there was still plenty of some gel-looking lube around her
anus, which didn’t look all that ‘loosened up’ to me. I pressed the
end of my cock down, and rubbed it around to get the head coated with
the gel before pressing the end of it against her sphincter. Holding
myself steady, I began to push my way into her – and was surprised
when I slipped in fairly easily, accompanied by a deep groan of
obvious pleasure from Jyota. Still, I held myself still once the head
was through; I was a bit larger than Richard, and I didn’t know if
she’d need time to adjust.

Apparently, she did, because it was a few moments before I felt her
push herself back at me. With my cock firmly in place, I put my hands
on her hips and held her steady as I began pushing myself into her
most intimate opening. As I did, she began muttering in Hindi, the
volume increasing more and more as I got deeper and deeper into her.
By the time my pubic hair was wedged into the crack of her ass, she
was almost yelling; her arousal was clear, even if the words weren’t.

As snug as her pussy had been at first, her ass was even tighter; and
where my balls were resting against her pussy, I could feel her
opening almost radiating heat, she was so excited at having my cock in
her.

I eased my hips back, and slid myself out of her until the rosette of
her anus was clenching me right behind the crown before sliding myself
back into her. I looked down at her hands, and saw that both were
white-knuckled and full of the bed covers. The next time I moved in
her, it was a little faster, and when my cock was fully embedded in
her ass, I felt her press back against me again. The next cycle was a
little faster – and a little more forceful when I entered her, causing
her to moan in pleasure. That was all the guidance I really needed on
what she wanted me to do, and I quickly increased the pace and force
of my thrusts into her back passage. It wasn’t long before she was
calling out in Hindi again between grunts and groans that were clearly
the result of her increasing excitement.

When she’d climaxed around my cock that last time, it had been enough
to arouse the hell out of me; then to be sliding my cock back and
forth through the tight ring of her anus – well, it wasn’t all that
long before I could feel myself getting close to emptying my balls
into her. As I got closer and closer, the speed and force of my
thrusts into her increased, which only seemed to arouse her even more.

I’d hit the point of no return, and was almost slamming myself into
her nether hole when I felt my jism start rocketing through my cock; I
tried to bury myself as deep in her ass as I could just before the
first surge of my cum erupted deep in her bowels. Even as my dick was
preparing to fire another salvo of semen into her, she literally
screamed her pleasure as her anus clamped down around my manhood. She
was so tight around me that I couldn’t unload the next wad of my cum
in her until the pressure had built up enough that it came out more as
a high-pressure stream than a sudden surge – the feeling was truly
incredible. Apparently, she could feel the difference, too, because
the next noise she made was almost as loud as the first before she had
to take a deep, gasping breath – which made her relax around me
slightly, and gave me time to spray her bowels once more before she
tightened around me again.

By the time I’d emptied my balls in her, the base of my cock was
feeling the effects of how she kept clamping down on it with each wave
of her release. Happily, her orgasm faded fairly quickly after I
stopped spraying my cum into her.

Though shaky, she was able to support herself as I carefully extracted
my softening cock from the tight embrace of her anus; once I was free
to move from behind her, I quickly got to where I could help guide her
to lie on her stomach on the bed before resting on my side next to
her. Both of us were panting, she more than I was, and it was all I
could do to simply put an arm across her to let her know that I was
still there with her. Her head was turned my direction, and I could
see the gratitude in her eyes, even though she wasn’t in any condition
to speak.

Several minutes went by before I had enough energy to sit up and move
to rest against the headboard; she’d recovered enough that she was
able to provide at least minimal assistance in helping me get her
moved to where she was resting against me. I happened to look over and
saw the bottle of fruit juice she’d used to rinse her mouth, so I
reached over and took it; a few moments later, I had it open and was
holding it to her lips so she could drink from it. After she’d had a
few swallows, she nudged my hand away and managed to tell me “Thank
you, Jim. That helps, but I need something a bit more substantial”,
then, to her husband, whom I’d forgotten about, she said “Richard, I
believe both of us would benefit from something a bit stronger than
juice. Would you be a dear?”

I heard him say “But of course”, and from the corner of my eye, saw
him leave the bedroom. He was back in just a minute or so, setting a
mixed drink and another bottle of beer on the night stand before going
back to the chair he’d been in.

Jyota was able to sit up a little more, and used me as a backrest
while she reached out for the drinks Richard had brought in. Never
before or since has something as simple as beer tasted so good to me.
I think I must have gone through half the bottle in less than a
minute; Jyota killed a full quarter of her drink the first time the
glass touched her lips.

Probably half an hour went by with the two of us just sitting there; I
was perfectly content to have an arm wrapped around Jyota and take an
occasional sip from my beer as I tried to get myself back together.

Jyota was the first to speak when she finally told me “That was
quite… something.”

“Yeah, it was. I’m not sure what, but it was definitely something”, I replied.

“You did a perfectly marvelous job of finding what I wanted, and then
doing it. You are indeed quite the gentleman!” – the last with a small
laugh.

I gave her a small hug and responded “After you asked me to, what else
could I do?”

“Well, thank you, sir!” she said, lifting her glass in toast.

“It was my pleasure, I assure you” I answered, touching my beer bottle
to her glass before the two of us drank.

It was perhaps another half hour before each of us had finished our
drinks; I was done first, and Jyota quickly took the last swallow of
hers before setting her glass and my bottle on the night stand before
she told me “If you’d like to clean up a bit, a shower perhaps, I
would be delighted to keep you company. Richard will wait until after
you’ve left, of course.”

That was an offer I couldn’t refuse, and I said so. She turned to look
at me, and I could see that she was pleased when she said “Shall we,
then? I should imagine that you would like to get to your own bed and
get some sleep tonight.”

I had the feeling that the two of them weren’t done for the night, and
that I was being dismissed after having provided them with whatever
service or inspiration they needed or wanted from me – but Jyota was
being so thoughtful and polite about it that I didn’t really mind.
They’d gotten something from me, and I sure as hell had gotten
something from them (well, her, anyway), and wasn’t inclined to try
and renege on the deal. Besides, I could think of worse things to end
a workday than spending a little time in the shower with her.

We spent a good twenty minutes in the shower together, nineteen of
which were spent with my hands on her as she laughingly took care of
washing me off. She didn’t mind her hair getting wet, and I got the
chance to find out that it made a heavy, sensuous rope in my hands
before she took it away from me.

As we were getting dried off, she told me “There are some things I
wouldn’t say before Richard, of course, so I should like to thank you
again, Jim, for being with us tonight. You’re quite the lover, and
you’ve brought me no small amount of pleasure. More, in fact, than
I’ve felt in quite some time. You’ve every reason to feel pleased with
yourself!”

I reached out to cup her face in my hands and answered “If I was a
good lover, then it was because I had you to inspire me. You’re a very
lovely and sexy lady, and if I brought you that kind of pleasure, then
THAT is what I’m pleased about.”

She gave me a delighted smile, and the brief kiss the two of us shared
was somehow more intimate than the ones before. We finished drying
off, and went back out to the bedroom to get dressed before going back
to the living area. Richard was sitting there, waiting for us, dressed
and as friendly and sociable as when I’d first walked into the room. I
made an excuse about having to leave, and he stood up to shake my hand
and tell me they’d enjoyed my company before handing me an envelope. I
didn’t bother opening it, knowing that it was the bonus she’d said
they wanted to give me; besides, I’d learned enough by then to know
that it wasn’t considered ‘proper’ to do so. Jyota escorted me to the
door to their suite, and gave me a kiss on the cheek while tolerating
the soft pat I gave her ass.

Back down in my cab, I opened the envelope to see that they’d tipped
me a thousand bucks: ten crisp new $100 bills. Between that, and the
time I’d had with Jyota, I figured I must have done one hell of a job
of driving them around. I got my rig fired up and headed home, where
my cat Demosthenes chewed me out for making supper late.

The next day, I got the call to take Richard and Jyota back to the
airport. I didn’t say or do anything to indicate that I knew anything
about them that I hadn’t learned in my cab. But as I drove, I noticed
that while Richard was looking out the window, Jyota was looking at me
– and when she saw me looking at her, smiled in a way that I knew was
just for me.

When we got to the airport, I got their stuff unloaded for the skycap,
and made sure they had all of their stuff. Richard gave me a nice tip
on top of the fare, and after he’d gone over to tip the skycap, Jyota
told me “Thank you again, Jim, for all you’ve done.”

The skycap and I both watched them (okay, HER) walk away until they
were lost in the crowd.

I’ve never seen or heard from them since then – though there have been
a few times that I thought it was Jyota when I saw a woman with long,
black hair, or another tallish Indian woman with the right shape.

Those few hours that I spent with Jyota have remained sharp and clear
in my memory, and I know that I’ll always treasure them. I don’t know
what the deal was with them, and probably don’t WANT to know – it’s
enough for me that I was able to have that little bit of time with
her. One lasting thing that came out of the experience was that after
getting to talk to Jyota, I was inspired to get a few books and learn
something about India, and the religions and cultures there, and what
I learned has given me even more to think about and learn from.

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