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… I was stunned. I could not believe my eyes and ears.

All the wives in the world who cheated on their husbands would act innocent, but here was a lady who was gloating. I was prepared for the husband to fetch the gun or meat cleaver, and was wondering how I could escape or defend myself. Then I experienced the second shock. Rabbit asked her ‘Did he come in your pussy?’

Vijaya smiled’ No, that honour went to Jehangir. (She told his name, but I think Jehangir suits him better). He filled Mandakini's hole. Rabbit picked up news paper. There was no anger or anguish in him. He was quite cool; it was as if his wife was telling him about her shopping list.

‘I see, OK, show him his room and don't tax him. He has to go to see the bride. He hid behind his paper. I walked as if in a trance as Vijaya took both my hands and cupped them over her breasts and led me to the guest bedroom.

Two adult teenage housemates, Ravi and Ram, were watching TV in the hall. They looked curiously at me. She told them. ’Greet uncle’. Both of them stood up, joined hands together, and greeted me, ‘ Namaste uncle’.

Vijaya was laughing as she lifted my hands from her tits and held them up in blessing mode, and asked me to bless them. I said ‘ Ayushman bhava (May you live long).’

The touch of her breasts and sharp nipples caused an erection that poked her buttocks.

The guest bedroom was comfortable with a fan and an attached bath. She told me that she would have loved to bath me but she was behind schedule in the kitchen due to the romp. I took a leisurely hot water bath, put on a pyjama and a shirt, and came out.

I was ravenously hungry. I went into the front hall. No one was there. The housemates must have gone out. I went into the drawing hall and, though by now, I should have been immune to the shock of any nature, still I had another big jolt. Vijaya was standing near a table and arranging food items. She had only anklets, black beads, mangalasutra, and bangles on her body. That was not what surprised me. In the hall, Rabbit was lying on his back, fully naked. Another naked lady was jumping on him. He was mauling her breasts. They saw me.

‘Hello, you look fresh, have you had a nice bath?’ Rabbit asked me.

I nodded dumbly. ’He is the groom I was telling you about. She is Vanaja, the bride's aunt.’

Rabbit conducted introductions as if we met on the street.

I said 'Namaste’ and dropped into a dining chair, as my knees gave way.

Without breaking stride or slowing down, Vanaja returned the greetings and smiled at me. She started inquiring about my job, city, etc., and told me that her niece was a gem of a girl. She was very slim, not an inch of fat on her. She had luxurious, thick, long black hair. She let loose, and it was a treat to watch her tresses bouncing.

Vanaja was also endowed with heavy breasts, which were bouncing merrily. Rabbit was giving powerful thrusts from down.

‘Are we in time?’ Ravi and Ram came and sat on the floor as if to watch an interesting TV serial.

‘You would have missed it if you were late by a few minutes. Food is ready. Finish your act fast. Our guest must be hungry. While saying this, Vijaya sat on my lap, took one of my hands, and placed it on her breast, and another in her pussy. My dick was straining under her buttocks. She smiled and shifted a little to give it freedom to rise in revolt.

‘How long?’ one of the housemates looked at us and complained. Ravi was neither shocked nor troubled by the sight of Vijaya's pussy being fondled by a stranger nor Rabbit enjoying sex with another lady. It seemed as routine a job as if Vijaya was giving tea to a guest and her hubby was playing a guitar.

‘Why don't you ask Vanaja to show the trick?’ Vijaya asked them fondly. Both of them pleaded with Vanaja.

Vanaja smiled at them and asked Rabbit if he was ready. He nodded.

‘Now watch this, you are never going to believe if anybody told you. Vanaja is an expert. She tried to teach us, but only she can do it. Now I was losing my control and was squeezing her nipples and inserting three fingers in her wet, flowing pussy.

‘What, is she going to blow a whistle with her pussy, or open a bottle cap? I have seen it all.‘  I said, as I was trying to suck her tits. She stood up, stood to one side, pushed her tit into my mouth, lifted one leg, and rested on my thigh to give more access to my fingers.

‘This is the only way to shut you up. Now watch’ Vijaya pressed my head to her breast, and was stroking my hair. I was sucking like a hungry baby and watched the drama as it unfolded.

There was a Sari tied like a rope from a hook in the ceiling. Vanaja held it in both hands and slowly turned round and round, rotating her pussy around Rabbit's rod. While turning, she was using her feet to cross over him. Once the Sari was twisted like a coiled spring, she suddenly lifted both her feet and let go, and she was a blur as she revolved in the opposite direction with her pussy rotating with astonishing speed with Rabbit's rod as the axis. By the time she slowed and came to a stop, Rabbit ejaculated, and his cum was flowing all over her pussy. It was obvious she also had several orgasms by the way she was screaming.

All of us stood up, clapped, and gave a standing ovation. Ravi and Ram were jumping. Vanaja rolled over Rabbit and lay on her back, breathing heavily. Her bosom was heaving. Vijaya pushed me, and knelt over her husband, and licked, and sucked his dick off Vanaja's juice, and her husband's remnants of cum. Then she parted the legs of Vanaja and gulped her flowing juices, and cum. She crawled over to Vanaja's face and kissed and transferred all contents.

‘We are getting late, our cricket match starts in forty-five minutes,’ Ram complained.

Vanaja pushed Vijaya off her and told her to attend to them.

I proceeded to the drawing room and sat on the sofa. After a few minutes, Rabbit also came and was seated in adjacent sofa. He was beaming like a man who won a jackpot. He wore shorts and a vest.

‘It was wonderful.  No one can surpass Vanaja’ he was gushing accolades. Vanaja came and took a seat opposite me in four-seater sofa. She was glowing with a radiance that emanates from women after they are royally pounded and have climaxed to their satisfaction. Of course, she was naked. I did not word it correctly; she did not sit; she just collapsed exhausted like a rag doll on the sofa. Her legs were parted, giving a glorious view of the pink inner walls of her pussy. She smiled at me.

‘Just bear with us for a few minutes more. Once Ravi and Ram leave, we can have lunch.

I told her it was OK, but it was not. I was so hungry that I could hear rumbles from my stomach and wondered why they could not hear. I gave up any efforts to conceal my massive hard on. It was like a tent in my lap, and it was jumping.

Vanaja smiled at it and was resting on one elbow with one hand raised behind her neck. Her smooth skin of underarm, pushed up breast and her unique nipples, which had a way of looking up arrogantly in your face, were too much for me to handle.

I dragged my eyes away from her and focused on Rabbit.

Vanaja asked me ‘If you have any questions about the bride, please ask. We have to get to know each other well. Do you wish to know anything about her?’

I told them that I had thousands of questions but did not know where to begin.

‘OK, I will help you. You are shocked and puzzled by all you see. As you observed, ours is a free sex village’ Rabbit said.

‘You mean any man can screw any woman any time, is that it?’ I asked.

‘Only condition is that only if the lady also wants,’ Vanaja replied.

‘That is my question. Any man would die to ram you and Vijaya. But what about some plain, not very good-looking women? A handful of women cannot satisfy the entire male population of the village?’ I was puzzled.

Rabbit got up and gestured to me to the window and asked me to see at the house opposite. I looked and saw two ladies standing in the warm November sun, brushing their hair. One lady was painfully thin but with an hourglass figure, large eyes, and was almost flat-chested. She had small protrusions like Idlis on her chest. The other was short, dark, and plump with very generous hips and a lovely smile.

‘They are the ones in high demand. Not Vanaja and Vijaya,’ Rabbit coolly told me. I did not believe him. I thought he was joking.

‘No, seriously,’ Vanaja told me.’ The thin one has excellent vaginal muscle control. She can massage, pull, and squeeze your dick in a hundred ways. You will go mad with pleasure. The dark one is in stiff competition; she can give a blow job that will show you heaven. She can swallow the biggest cock.’ Vanaja was laughing at my disbelief.

Rabbit was also smiling.

‘See, in your world, you have a fixation about facial beauty and traditional desire for tits and buttocks and hour glass figure. Every woman is unique. You are missing the real beauty of all women in a mad rush for beauty. A woman's beauty may be in her well-rounded buttocks, others may have it in her navel, and even tits are in numerous shapes and sizes; we enjoy love and beauty...’

His words were interrupted by Ravi and Ram, who gave a hug to Vanaja and told us bye-bye and went to play cricket.

Vijaya came and closed the door after they left. She was also like Vanaja, nude.

‘I am sorry; you must have been very hungry. Come, we will have lunch in the kitchen.’ I was about to get up when Vanaja told her.’ He is from the city, and he cannot sit on the floor. Why don't we bring all items and keep them on the coffee table? We will have a buffet. Rabbit also seconded the idea.

We went and brought all the items and kept them on the table. I was about to help myself when it struck me as odd that only ladies were sans cloths. I took off my pajamas and shirt, and Rabbit followed suit.

We took all the items on our plates and started eating. Items were piping hot and absolutely fabulous. I complimented the ladies and saw that they had not started their lunch yet.

‘You carry on, we will join you in a minute,’ Vanaja said, and they disappeared into the kitchen and came a few minutes later with boiled carrots and potato slices. I was shoveling the food unashamedly. Vanaja and Vijaya sat on opposite sofas.

My hand with food stopped midway in the air as I saw what they were doing. Looking and smiling provocatively, each was shoving a carrot or potato piece into their pussy, rubbing it in for some time, and removing the glistening, moist piece and putting it on our plates. They were smiling at my jumping jacks. I put one in my mouth and savoured the taste. It was pungent and had a peculiar taste.

‘So, keep asking. Before you marry my niece, I don't want any misunderstandings’ Vanaja told me, putting one carrot piece that had been coated with Vijaya's juice in my mouth.

‘What is the necessity of marriage, if you have free sex?’ I asked.

‘Our forefathers who started this wanted to have a village with no rape, divorce, or Infidelity and no sex behind a spouse's back. So, they laid down rules. No sex behind closed doors; it has to be in the presence of others. So rape and coercion are ruled out. No man can have sex if a woman says ‘No'. A lady cannot refuse indefinitely. She has to agree to have sex, but in others' presence. Married couples' kids have to be their own.

‘They can indulge in free sex only after having kids and getting operated on. Are you with me so far?’ Vijaya asked me serving vegetable in my plate. Her heavy breasts rubbed my forehead. I took one nipple in my mouth, chewed, and left.

‘Yes, but how does it prevent divorce, infidelity?’ I asked her.

‘Because everyone is happy. It is like a man has a hundred wives and a hundred husbands. You have so many friends to share feelings with, and there is no frustration. No infidelity because there is no need. Anyway, our village has not seen one divorce.’

‘But how are you dealing with jealousy? I saw Vanaja's act. Suppose I want to have her only for myself and don't like her pleasing others?’ I asked.

‘Once you live here, you will understand the happiness we have in sharing. You like Vanaja's act, OK, you stand in the queue again for the next turn. Meanwhile, you explore next door woman's vaginal acrobatics, fellatio, there are so many options, and there is no room for jealousy. By the time you complete one round, fixation about Vanaja leaves you’ Rabbit told me.

‘ Until marriage, boys and girls remain virgins. They indulge in petting and masturbation, but don't indulge in sex, and they learn to be patient and wait for their time to enjoy sex to the full.

‘But we educate children about the outside world. For those who go out after 19, we give exception. People from our village go and stay with them and have sex with them in turns.’

'Now, if I marry your niece and take her to the city, if she wants a new dick every day, I will be in a soup,’ I asked Vanaja point-blank.

‘Until you have one or two kids, you have to manage with each other. After you or she gets operated on, some men and women will stay with you in turns to keep our tradition going.

‘But I assure you, within a few months, you will leave everything and settle down in this paradise. With the internet, you can do your work from a village. My niece's father is so rich; he can provide you with the latest gadgets.’ Vanaja said as she was clearing the plates.

Vijaya was checking the muhurat (auspicious time)from a book for my visit to the bride's place, sitting cross-legged on the sofa and leaving nothing to imagination about the contours or beauty of her pussy. She frowned and asked me ’How many days leave do you have?’

I asked why.

‘There is no auspicious muhurat for the next two days. Best muhurat is at four pm on Thursday.’

Before I could answer anything, Vanaja gave a happy cry and, with effortless ease, sat astride, positioning her pussy on my dick, taking it all the way in, in one stroke.

‘Thank you, Vijaya, I was so sorry that I would miss riding him if we were to go to see the bride today,’ she said as she kept pumping me, as I was trying to catch her nipple in my mouth…