Story 194 India - Part One - Wedding Invitation.

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Part One – A Wedding Invitation.

Hi from Betty.        
        I’m new at this. Been enjoying the stories but never tried writing one myself. Now Shanti and Amita want me to tell you about our trip to India. They are helping and advising me with it too, of course.
        I didn’t know where to start with this, so many things have happened, so many things I could tell you. Shanti suggested I start from the very beginning and build my story from there. She said, they would be happy with whatever I could write. Long or short, it wouldn’t matter. So if you enjoy my story then I wrote it. If you are bored out of your tree because it rambles and goes on like, forever, then it’s all Shanti’s fault.

       So before we get to India lets back-track to how Tom and I got involved in all this. My husband Tom is Mike’s, father’s brother, Mike’s uncle you would say. We have a small dairy farm just north of Warkworth. It doesn’t make us much but we are happy, comfortable here. We have a good life. We enjoy having visitors, particularly when Mike and his lovely wife, Shanti come to visit. They often bring their friends with them for camping, fishing and hunting which livens the place up a bit. 

       We have known for a long time that Shanti and Mike had sexual things going on with their friends. Once, long ago, they had all been camping on our farm. We took a walk down to see them one hot afternoon to find most of them down at the river, skinny dipping. They didn’t see us so we backtracked past their camp to go back home. As we passed, Shanti and the Indian man, Joseph emerged from a tent. They were also both naked and by the way she had her arm around him, more than friendly too. Again, lucky they didn’t see us. From then on, we warned them when we were going to visit their camp.

       When they turned up with a group of friends from India, Tom was sure these people were also involved in the sexual things too. He told me one of the Indian girls, Hansini rode behind him on the quad bike and had no problem pushing herself against his back. He also said she flirted with him a bit too. He had the impression she might even have been interested in taking it further. I had to admit she was a hot looking woman, so was her husband too. But interested in an old guy like him? I don’t think so!  (Story 107 Rabbit Hunting and Milking Cows.)
       The conversation went something like this.

       “Well, she’ll lose interest when she sees the size of you,” I told him.
       His face dropped a bit, saying, “I guess so.”
       “I like her husband too but he wouldn’t go for an old lady like me.”
       “You are not old honey,” he said. “Just well-matured. A fine vintage.”
       “Well, ‘vintage’ was not the best word to use, Tom.”
       “No,” he said with a grin. “I suppose not.”
       “Look at us, Tom. Having fantasies about those young people. We should know better, a pair of oldies like us.”
       He laughed with me and agreed.
       But I did like his ‘well matured, fine vintage’ remark. I made sure he got lucky later that night too.

       A week later we received word that Hansini and her husband Mootie wanted to pay us another visit, by themselves. I wondered about this. I even considered the possibility that they might even want to have some sexual fun with us. But we are a lot older. ‘Silly old woman,’ I told myself. ‘They’d never be interested in us.’ They were just coming because they enjoyed the farm.

      Well, I was wrong there. She was very interested in my husband all right and he was in her too. I could see it as soon as they arrived. Maybe that soaking wet blouse clinging to her chest helped a bit too. There was something between them but I was unsure what. A spark! ‘Let's hope the silly old man doesn’t get burnt,’ I laughed to myself.
      Then I caught them in the bathroom. She was naked in the shower putting on a hot show for him while he sat on the toilet seat wanking off. If I hadn’t walked in I’m sure they would have both got off. Maybe done more as well.
       At first, I was mad at him. It was not really that he was cheating on me, more that he started playing without telling me. Now down at the pool, I had noticed that her husband was a big man down there so decided I wanted some and my husband was going to arrange it. This led to that great sex session we had with them in front of the fire. That was a hot night and it wasn’t just the fire either. Getting taken be two men over the lounge chair like that was really a fantasy come true. (Story 133  Little Tom and Betty.)

       After that, we became involved in their letter writing. In fact, we actually helped with part of their story of their evening with us. As much as we could remember it, we gave them an account of the conversation Tom and I had after I caught them in the bathroom. When we wrote that, I didn’t realise the full extent of this letter/story writing. But, when Shanti brought up an entire set of volumes of this series of Letters and Stories, I realised what a big thing this was. I was also amazed that they would include us in it but as Shanti said we had helped with the story so we should receive a copy of the full story series. Still couldn’t follow her reasoning there but anyway, both Tom and I got a lot of fun reading them all and after that, she began sending us updates, new volumes and the stories kept arriving to keep our collection growing. Some of the stories we found were totally sexy too.

       Later Hansini was back to visit us again. This time she brought Amita and Jeevan with her although she still insists that Jeevan invited himself. Remember that classic reply when she asked what he was doing in the car, “Sitting, waiting for you to stop talking and start driving.” Don’t you just love the way these people play and tease each other?

       This time the sex was expected and welcomed by all of us. We even went nude swimming together at the hot water stream nearby and then came back here for a fun evening with them. Again this story has been recorded in the albums.  (Story 186  Visiting Betty and Tom.)
        The main point I want to make about this visit was Amita invited us to travel to India for Katrina’s wedding. We both knew Katrina, the pretty single girl who had been travelling with them. I heard she was supposed to have been a nanny or something.  Neither Tom nor I had ever been overseas and while we would have loved to go, we both knew with the small income from our farm it would be impossible. Tom thanked them and politely declined. Even when Amita said her husband, a wealthy businessman from India, would be happy to pay for us, we still couldn’t accept their offer.

        A few days later Steve rang to ask if he and Sharon could stay for the weekend. I wondered why they wanted to come but agreed they could anyway. Friends of Shanti and Mike are always welcome here. While they were here the subject of India came up again. Steve said his exporting business was doing very well so he wanted to pay our trip. They wanted to have everyone from the Letters there in India, us included. Again Tom said we couldn’t accept his offer. I was a bit surprised when they never pressed us further like they seemed to accept our decision. 

        Things developed in front of the fire that evening. I was sitting on the sheepskin by the fire, as I often do and I invited Steve to join me. I was admiring the muscles of him arms and chest and soon got him to take his shirt off for me. As I’ve heard, he enjoys taking his shirt off for the ladies! Naughty boy! I also hear the girls enjoy it too. This one certainly did! Oh well, he is a fine looking man and I couldn’t resist touching him, running my hands over his body as he posed for me. This was soon becoming sexy and I hoped it would lead to some fun with him. I just wasn’t sure if he’d want an old lady like me.
        Anyway, my naughty husband asked, “Can I feel your muscles, Sharon?”
       I knew where he was going with this, it has become a joke among the men, hasn’t it? Been in enough stories too, but somehow, she seems to have missed it. She works out at the gym too so she must have thought he really meant muscles so she moved closer to him pulling up her sleeve and invited him to feel her biceps but to her surprise, his hands went straight for her chest.
      “Hey, naughty boy! Those aren’t muscles!”
      “I know,” he laughed. “But they feel nice.”
      “Well, you better get them out, feel them properly then.”
       That was bold of her but then I’ve also heard, Sharon likes showing off her chest for the boys too. Tom didn’t need telling twice. He soon had her blouse and bra off and was playing with her tits, happy as a sand-boy. Sharon has massive tits and I know my naughty husband goes for those too. Soon he was doing more than feeling them with his head buried between them. That was the end of them for a while.
       Now returning to me. 
       “Well, do I get to see your tits?” Steve asked me.
       “Sure. If you want,” I replied.
       “Get them out, then!”
       “You want to look. You get them out,” I told him.
       He smiled at that, maybe thought it was funny but I was serious.
       "Come on, then," I said presenting my chest to him. "Get them out."
       And he did too. He soon had my blouse and then my bra off. Then his hands went straight for them. All over my tits followed by his mouth and tongue. His hands were squeezing and fondling the swelling of my breasts while he worked my nipple, sucking, then licking, then sucking again. God, it was good, making me so horny!
        His hand had moved lower, rubbing my pussy through the fabric of my jeans. That felt good too. Oh, did it feel good! His hands feeling me, the pressure of his hands, his fingers rubbing over my horny pussy. My automatic response was to hump back at him.
       “Are we horny?” he laughed.
       “I want you!” I gasped. “I want you to fuck…..”
       “Well if that’s what Betty wants.”
       His hands went for the belt of my jeans, then the clip. Soon he had the zipper down and was pulling them off me. I lifted my bum to help him, knowing he was going to take them off and soon get me naked. I wanted to get naked for him. I wanted him to enjoy my body, enjoy fucking me. I just hoped he could overlook my sagging breasts and stretch marks on my belly.
        There I was, sitting on the floor in front of the fire, resting back on my hands totally naked. Yes, everything I had was open and on display, all my blemishes too but he didn’t seem to notice. His hands and no doubt his eyes, went straight for my pussy, that wild unkempt forest between my legs. First, he had my thighs open, and then his fingers rubbed over me. He must have felt how hot and wet I was. After just a few moments of playing, his fingers pulled my swollen pussy lips apart. His head went down and he was in. His tongue licking over me, sucking my engorged outer lips, his tongue and fingers thrusting into me. It was good, well, I must confess, very good actually.
           But I wanted him, wanted some more. I reached down and pulled him away from what he was doing. Pulled him up towards me.
         “I want you….. want you in me.”
         He smiled. “I want you too, honey.”
         There was a rush to get his jeans off, get him naked too. Then I pulled him down on top of me again. There was not more foreplay now. My body was ready for him. I knew he was too. I reached for him, grasping his shaft and guiding him to my pussy. I felt his weight come down on top of me as he slipped into me.
         He started moving, well we started moving together. His thrusting into me, met with me humping back at him. He felt good, that hard rod driving into me, I could feel him going in deep. Then the pulling back, sliding out of me with a more gentle pull, the next drive thrusting back into me again.
         Almost from his moment of first entry, the sexual energy had begun building in my body. His cock inside me felt good, too good, and so I realised I was heading for my climax. It built fast and quickly overcame me. I gasped and bucked around under him, against him. I think I cried out as I struggled under him. But still, he continued driving into me with strong steady strokes.
        Now I wanted his release as well. I tried to work with him again. I wanted him to cum, to enjoy what I had just enjoyed. But that hard shaft driving in, pulling back, rubbing through the swollen lips of my pussy was getting to me again. I was sensitive there now and open to his continued stimulation. I began to realise I was building again. This surprised me as normally I never had a second orgasm. I still wanted him to cum too.
        I couple of big humps at him, caught him by surprise. For a moment he lost rhythm but it was enough. I felt his cock jerking as he pumped into me. That was what sent me over too, the feeling of this man in me, the jerking of his penis filling me and the thought of it. I was over and into my second orgasm. It was not a big one, more a gentle rolling than an explosion but I was pleased I’d achieved it.  
        We fell apart with me still breathing from our labours. He looked at me, I smiled back at him.
        “Well?” said Steve to me.
        “What?” I replied, looking at him.
        “What about accepting our offer for India?”
        When I hesitated he continued.
        “There’ll be a lot more of what you just had too.”
        The thought of that sent a surge of excitement through my body. I looked over at my husband. Yes, my husband and Sharon had been sitting on the couch watching us. I'm surprised they hadn't done anything. He must have seen my two orgasms, seen the shudder my body had just taken with the promise of more.
       He smiled. He knew me, knew I really wanted to go.
       “Yes, Steve,” Tom said, quietly. “We’ll be happy to accept your offer.”
       “Well, come on, Tom,” Sharon said to him. “Let’s go and celebrate.”
       Soon they were up and gone, leaving us on the floor in front of the fire. We soon followed them and discovered they had left our room for us.  

        I spent that night with this fit, a strong younger man, Steve. It was a good night, a very physical night for me. His stamina, his fitness was amazing. We did it using a number of positions, some I knew, a couple I’d not done for a long time and one I didn’t even know was physically possible. It was great sex, my passion and desire driving me, my old body doing things I’d had never believed my body was capable of doing. It must have been very late before we got any sleep.

         I woke up late, the bed was empty beside me, it was nearly ten. That was not like me, always an early riser. It was only when I moved that I realised how hard the workout had been the night before. There were aches and pains in parts of my body I never knew existed.  I got out of bed, sort of a clumsy roll on to my feet actually and stumbled to the bathroom. The hot water, pouring over my body and I began to feel better. Suddenly I was feeling hungry.
         Just putting on the robe I went downstairs to discover breakfast was over, Steve and Sharon were at the door. Their bags were with them and they were about to leave.
         “Here she is,” Steve laughed.
         “Have a hard night, honey?” my husband asked laughing.
         I managed a smile saying, “Yes a bit.”
         “Steve, I told you to go easy with Betty. You should know…..”
         “Sharon! Sharon! It's ok,” I said.
         I looked over and Steve and said to her, “Don’t be hard on him. It was good last night. Well, great actually. I wouldn’t have missed a moment of it.”
         Sharon looked at me, still a bit concerned. “You sure you’re ok?”
         “Yes! Yes! I’ll be fine.”
         “Well ok, but he should have been more careful.”
         I watched while they loaded their bags. Steve appeared to show no sign of last night. ‘Oh, to be young again,’ I thought. Soon they were in their car and as he turned the car, the cheeky guy blew me a kiss. Tom and I stood together, arm around each other watching them drive down the driveway and disappear up the road.

         About a week later a courier arrived at our farm and gave us a small envelope. It contained our air tickets and an itinerary. There were also a couple of brochures on the hotel in Singapore and some attractions in India. We were on our way, well soon to be anyway.

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