I am Sapna, 29 years, married to Indraneel who is 31 years. We have been married for 3 years. Both Indraneel (Indra for short) and I work for a multinational bank in Mumbai. The story I am going to narrate is about our unique sexual experience while holidaying in Goa during Christmas / New Year vacations. All names changed for privacy. I am 5’5”, 65 kgs, fair complexioned with shoulder length natural golden brown hair and light brown eyes. I am neither skinny nor plump. Indra describes it as “curvy”. 34C.30.39 makes up my vital statistics. Indra is a hunk. 6’1”, 86 Kgs, cropped black hair and wheatish complexion. Very muscular. He looks more like a model for gent’s underwear than a banker. We had known each other for a year before we decided to get married. Our parents had no problems as they were good friends for years. After marriage I shifted base to Mumbai, where Indra was already working. Lucky that I got a job within a few months in the same bank as Indra. Although both of us have a rather conservative Bengali background, having lived in hostels during our post graduation, we are quite modern in our outlook and very free with each other. We share our deepest emotions, like and dislikes, sexual fantasies and live together more like friends than husband and wife. After spending a year getting settled down in the hustle bustle of Mumbai we decided to have a break. Indra used his position to arrange for the Bank’s holiday home in Goa. It was going to be my first visit to Goa. Indra had been there several times during his college days. My packing started almost a week in advance. Having heard of its exotic beaches and the bohemian atmosphere I packed in all my western dresses. Indra and I went shopping for beachwear and returned with the most exotic and sexy sets of bikini briefs for him and half a dozen two piece string bikinis for me. We arrived in Goa on 20th December at 2 p.m.. The drive from Dabolim airport to our Holiday Home in Candolim took almost 90 minutes. Indra had insisted that I wear a denim mini skirt and tank top. While I was busy soaking in the beauty of Goa during the drive, Indra was busy feeling me up. The cabbie kept glancing at the rearview mirror and mumbling something in Goan language. I knew Indra was a horny guy, but Goa made him go wild. Before we could reach the holiday home he had already given me two huge orgasms through his vigorous finger fucking me under the skirt. When we got off the cab I could see his huge hard on under the jungle shorts. The holiday home was a beautiful bungalow very close to the beach. It had 4 bedrooms on the first floor and the kitchen, dining room, living room and servants room in the ground floor. We were given a room facing the sea. The staff in the holiday home consisted of a caretaker-cum-cook, who was from Kerala and two young Goan boys who served as room boys. We were told that the other three bedrooms were occupied by couples from our New Delhi, Ahmedabad and Bangalore branches. None of them were in the holiday home when we checked in. Within seconds of having our bags delivered to the room and water bottles put in the mini bar by one of the room boys, we were on the bed. Something had to be done urgently to take care of the huge hard on that Indra was carrying since we landed in Goa. Indra insisted that I leave the window curtains open so that he could see the coconut groves and the sea while I worked on him. I decided that I will do something different for him today. I took off my top and skirt and invited him to the balcony. He was a bit surprised because the balcony overlooked the main entrance of the Holiday Home and people from the street across had a clear view of it. Seeing me walk towards the balcony, just in my bra and panty, he jumped out of the bed, picked up a beach towel from the shelf and ran after me to cover me up. By the time he could reach me I was already in the balcony and perched myself up on the railing. Guys from across the street would be getting a great view of my huge ass cheeks and the sleek g string running along the crack. Indra was at first shocked but then gradually understood the kick that I was getting by showing myself off to strangers. He walked up to me and started kissing me passionately. I slid my hand down to his crotch and pulled out his hard cock from the shorts. It was then that I realized that Indra had not worn any underwear. No wonder his hardness was so obviously visible all through the flight and drive. As I started to stroke him he had his hand behind me grabbing my ass cheeks and giving them a hard squeeze. We were lip locked for a while before I got off the railing and made Indra perch himself on it. I knelt down before him and started a very slow lick from under his balls, along the underneath of his shaft, up to the head and ending on his peehole. I repeated this a dozen times till he could stand it no more and insisted that I take him in my mouth. A couple of times I glanced at the street below from between his legs and noticed a few foreigners glancing at us while walking towards the beach. This made me really hot and I started sucking Indra like a hungry bitch in heat. Having been horny for hours, Indra could not hold much longer and shot his cum without warning. I was taken by surprise and swallowed the load in one big gulp. Later both of us confessed that having sex in public view was really very exciting for both of us. We decided to try it out more often while we are in Goa. At around 6 p.m, after having taken a short nap, we decided to go for a stroll to the beach. I wore a lemon yellow sheer cotton mini dress with a halter neck. Indra insisted that I don’t wear any underclothes. I felt a bit uneasy as the dress was quite transparent and the top part being body hugging, the bouncing boobs were quite visible when I walked. However, having decided to freak out, I did not object. When we reached the beach, the sun had just gone over the horizon. There were rows of beach shacks all along the beach and most of them were filled with foreigners. We decided to have a beer and went into one of the shacks. It was almost full and we were the only Indians there. Music was playing and some of the foreigners were dancing on small wooden floor in the centre of the shack. After having downed a bottle each, Indra and I decided to have a dance. As soon as we started dancing a couple of young guys started to whistle. Partly amused and partly embarrassed I stuck very close to Indra while we danced. But every time I moved away from him a little, the whistling would be more. It was then that I realized that there was a bright focus light behind us and every time Indra moved away from me the guys could see my naked body shape through the dress. I told this to Indra while dancing and he said lets give them a show of their lives. After having another round of beer we were back on the floor and this time Indra went a little more wild, squeezing my boobs and ass from over the dress, in full public view. The whistling had now increased tenfold and a couple of guys joined us on the floor. After a while Indra said he was tired and asked the guys to keep me company. Two of them circled me and while holding my waist started to give me the grind. One on my ass and one in front. Wow, what a great experience it was. Having two young white guys giving me the hard grind. I could feel my nipples going erect and my pussy starting to dilate and get filled with juice. The guys were getting bolder as two more joined on the floor and kept brushing against my boobs and ass. I saw Indra having another beer and enjoying the show. I think he was really enjoying seeing me, his wife, getting palmed by four guys in public. The atmosphere was getting very very raunchy as one of them lifted me up in his arms and started to swirl around. He had held me around the thighs which made my dress drift up and every swirl made it fly above my waste, exposing my bare shaved pussy and plump ass cheeks to all. A couple of swirls later he handed me over to another guy. This chap straightaway held me on my hips with the dress curled around my waist. There I was, naked from waist down, being showcased to around 20 odd foreigners (mostly men) while Indra chatted up with the Goan shack owner. This would have gone on and on had we not heard the siren of a police jeep which patrols the beaches. Immediately the music stopped and the guys put me down and went back to their respective tables. I joined Indra and the shack owner at the table. They both had a very naughty smile on their faces. Anthony, the shack owner told me that it was very rare for an Indian woman to be so fearless and allow guys to touch them in public like I did. He said many girls from Mumbai come during this season to befriend foreigners and make a quick buck. Most of them are a part of a prostitution racket but many are also normal college girls and housewives. Jokingly I asked, how much do they make. Anthony shocked me with his answer, “ on an average about Rs.15000 per night, but with those amazing pair of tits and juicy ass that you have you could get more than Rs.25,000” I felt very angry at Anthony and asked him to shut up. But deep inside me a strange feeling came over. What it would be to be a paid slut for a night. I glanced at Indra and he pointed towards one of the guys who had danced with me. I looked at him questioningly and he replied that the guy had enquired with Anthony if we were willing to spend the night with him for a threesome. I was about to object when the guy came over to our table and sat in the chair next to me. He chatted with us for a while wanting to know where we were from and how long we will be staying in Goa. His name was Bruno and he was from Spain, he said. He had a live-in girl friend back home and had come to Goa on her recommendation. She could not join him since she was busy with her project thesis. While chatting with us I saw him quite unabashedly looking at my boobs and semi erect nipples which were pushing out through the fabric. He would at times look down and look at my upper thighs which were exposed as the short dress had ridden up. Like all the guys around, he also knew I was stark naked under the dress and I guess that made him horny as hell. Finally he could not hold out any longer and very casually kept his hand on my upper thigh and asked me if I would mind sleeping with him. I was too shocked to respond and just stared back at him. “Your hubby has told Anthony he has no problems. So baby what’s your say?” I looked in shock towards Indra and he just smiled back with a “go ahead” nod. I cannot describe the myriad thoughts and emotions that ran through me but suddenly I decided that I must get the best out of the situation. I took his hand off my thighs and put it between my legs and said “look how wet I am already imagining your hard white cock fucking me all night, while my hubby watches”. He burst out laughing and before I could stop him, he had lifted my dress and had his middle finger deep in my moist pussy. I was too turned on to care about the guys in other tables watching us and started to raise and sway my hips to the rhythm of his finger fuck. He had by now used his other hand to unzip his shorts and I saw the hugest cock of my life leap into view. He must have been around 9 inches and was very very thick. The Purple head was already glistening with pre-cum. When my hip swaying got wilder he withdrew his finger from my pussy and holding me by the waist lifted me off the chair and put me on his lap with my legs spread wide. With a plop, in went his huge cock head and I could feel a stab of pain as it tried to penetrate deeper. I was just too tight for his thick cock so he lifted me up a bit and spat on his cock head and placed some of the spit on my pussy lips. Then with one huge push he had slid it all up my pussy. I let out a mild scream in pain and pleasure. A few of the guys got up from their tables and moved in towards us. One had his cock out of his jeans and was stroking it close to my face while another one took my hand and placed it on his semi erect cock urging me to give him a hand job. Bruno was humping me ruthlessly like a wild animal. More guys had encircled us and I noticed at least eight of them stroking their cocks around my face. I continued to stroke two of them. One of them brought his cock very close to my mouth and asked me to give him a blow job. It was then that I realized that it was Indra. I readily took him in my mouth and started to suck him. In the meantime Bruno had increased his pace and while giving me the pussy tearing strokes he was kneading my boobs like a mad man. Finally Indra exploded inside my mouth and simultaneously I could feel streams of cum being jerked all over my face and boobs by one guy after another. Bruno was also now ready to explode. He removed his cock from my reddened pussy and made kneel between his legs. Asking me to open my mouth he stroked himself till he shot his hot thick cum straight down my throat and ordering me swallow every bit of it. It took me quite a while to get rid of all the cum that I had on my hair, face, boobs and tummy. Indra and Anthony joined in to clean me with a towel. It was 9.30 p.m. by the time we had dinner and left for the rented house that Bruno was living in. He had a hired bike. I sat between Bruno and Indra while riding to the house. My boobs crushing against the muscular back of Bruno and Indra’s cock pressing hard against my ass crack. By the time we reached the house, all three of us were horny all over again. But that part of the story some other day……
