I’m Shyam, a regular reader of Indian sex stories & really love this site, it makes us to remind our darker side of sexual fantasies, never explored...sex and kinkiness still need to be discovered.I work for a mnc in Bangalore, during my B tech I was short of money for my own expanses, by grace of a man I somehow started earning some money as a body massager in his spa centre, though I never liked this job but for my expanses I don’t have any choice other than working as a massager. I did this. She reached up and tweaked my left nipple and licked my penis head and then slid her teeth down my shaft. Her eyes got big as I stood on my tip toes and fed it farther down her throat. She gagged at first and then relaxed her throat and smiled. I was feeling great when I turned and saw her second floor curtain move and wonder if some was watching us.I picked up the pace not wanting to be caught and she grunted and spit on my cock and I erupted on her face. There was cum on her forehead and eye. Sue led off, taking Steph by the arm and whispered, ‘I know a place down by the side of the old disused railway line. There’s loads of little clearings surrounded by bushes.’ The young man followed, not quite believing his luck, and watching two very shapely bums wiggling provocatively in front of him, knowing that under those thin strips of material they were naked. They soon found the place Sue was looking for and it was ideal. For a moment all three stood looking at each other,. It was the third time this week. For the last few weeks, she and Steve had been almost inseparable. She had seen Steve almost as much as her husband, and she had definitely been fucked by Steve more than her husband. Mike had been okay with this, and in fact had encouraged it.She admitted to herself that she enjoyed being with Steve. More than enjoyed it. Steve was great. He took her to so many great restaurants, shows, the opera, places Mike never took her. And he was so great in bed..