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.