Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2016 17:55:38 -0400
From: Mike Loggerman <chatterman36@aol.com>
Subject: Married Indian Men

Married Indian Men
By mike loggerman
Chatterman36@aol.com
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I started having sex with married guys when I was in college.  I didn't
keep my sexual preferences a secret, just so everyone knew where I stood.
No one bothered me either.  I liked being with married guys because they
are horny and want no strings.

I was at a park near campus, and started chatting with a guy I met there.
He looked average, about 35.  He said he wasn't getting along with his
wife.  He said they almost never had sex anymore.  I was surprised and
asked what he did.  He made a jerking off hand motion.  I said that sucked
and he should find someone to suck his cock.  He said where was he supposed
to find someone like that.  I said I'd suck his cock if he wanted.  He said
he'd love that.  We walked into the woods and he lowered his shorts and I
got on my knees.  His cock was six inches and he had a strong scent and a
nice bush.  I played with his balls as I sucked his cock and he shot his
load in my mouth.  I swallowed and he pulled up his shorts.

As we walked out of the woods, he said it was great.  I told him I liked
his cock and would suck it any time he wanted.  He took my cell number and
started texting me when he was horny.  I was sucking his cock three to four
times a week.

We started meeting at his office after it closed for more privacy.  I liked
feeling his body and he would get naked for me.  I sucked his balls and ate
his ass, and played with his hairy pits.  One evening I was playing with
his pits, and he asked what else I liked besides sucking. I said if I like
a guy, I liked him to fuck me.  He said it sounds hot.  I said it's very
hot.  He asked if he could fuck me.  I said I'd love him to.  I got
undressed and he felt me all over.  He liked feeling me and said he didn't
know why he hadn't done it before.  He got between my legs and pressed his
hard cock against my hole.  He slid his cock inside me and we both moaned.
I felt his chest as he moved in and out of me.  There was something
exciting about a married guy fucking me.  I groaned as he pounded me and
shot his load inside me.  He pulled out and sucked my cock.  I shot my load
in his mouth.  He said it was really intense.

We kept meeting at his office for a few months, and he fucked me every
time.  After a while, he stopped texting me.

I became friendly with another married guy at a gym I go to. His name is
Stan. He's a pretty hairy guy, and I like that. I guess he's in his 40s.
He'd be standing naked in front of me while he was talking sports or
politics.  Sometimes he stood close enough for me to suck his cock.  I
looked up and told him to watch his distance unless he was offering me an
invitation.  He laughed and stepped back.  I actually wouldn't mind and
invitation from him.  He has a long dangling cock and big balls, surrounded
by a thick brown bush.

As I walked out of the gym, Stan caught up with me in the parking lot and
asked if I wanted a ride home.  I got in his car and he asked if he did
offer me an invitation, would I take it.  I said seriously, yes.  He told
me his wife was out of town and we could go to his house.  He seemed
nervous, so to reassure him, I said I'd been seeing him naked all this
time, and had wondered how big it gets.  He surprised me by telling me he'd
been admiring my body and couldn't wait to feel it.

We got in the house and he took me to the guest room.  We got undressed and
he felt me all over.  We lay on the bed and sucked each other's cocks.  His
cock had to be eight inches and thick.  He sucked my balls and turned me
over and ate my ass.  He parted my cheeks and I felt his hard cock pressing
against my hole.  I moaned as he moved in and out of me until I felt his
pubes brushing against my ass.  He rubbed my back as he slowly pounded me.
He groaned as he shot his load inside me.  I sucked his cock clean and he
got between my legs and sucked my cock until I shot my load.

Stan said it was great and asked if we could meet again.  I said
definitely.  As he drove me home, he said since his wife was gone all week,
I could come over every night.  He would pick me up and drive me home.

For the next week, I went to Stan's house.  He loved feeling my body and
sucking my cock, and I loved sucking his cock and being fucked.  He still
met with me after his wife got back into town, but not as frequently.

His business had a warehouse that was used for storage.  He set up a
mattress in a back area, and we met there twice a week.  I loved feeling
his hairy body, and he spent a long time feeling me before he fucked me.
He told me he had fucked a lot of women, but fucking another man was more
satisfying.  When we were at the gym, it was like we were just casual
friends.  I'd laugh to myself, knowing within an hour, his cock would be
shooting his seed inside me.  The same cock that went inside his wife.

Even though I met Stan twice a week, I was hungry for more.  I met a stocky
hairy blond guy in his 40s who came to repair my plumbing.  He clearly had
his wedding ring on.  I stood over him admiring his ass crack.  I asked if
all plumbers had to have nice ass cracks to get their plumbing license.  He
laughed and said no, but his was the nicest.  I said I thought he was
right.  He asked if I liked a nice ass.  I said I did, but mine is pretty
nice too.  He asked if he was going to get to see my crack.  He smiled and
said it's only fair.  I lowered my shorts and bent over.  He felt my cheeks
and ran his fingers up and down my hairy crack.  I said it felt good.  He
slid his finger inside my ass and I moaned.  He undid his pants and I felt
his hard cock pressing against my hole.  I pushed back onto his cock and
felt it inside me.  He held my hips and moved in and out of me he thrust
his cock deep inside me as he reached around and stroked my cock.  He said
he was going to cum.  I told him to cum inside me.  He thrust hard as he
shot his load inside me.  When he was done, I sucked his cock clean.  He
didn't charge me for the plumbing, but said he might need to come back
again.  I said he was welcome any time.  He said his name was Joe.

Joe came by several times a week.  I enjoyed feeling his hairy body, and
enjoyed him fucking me.  He was usually pretty sweaty and I loved his scent
as he lay on top of me thrusting inside me.

The next married guy I was with was Patel, an Indian man in his 30s.  I
used to see him in the park jogging.  He had a pretty hairy chest and legs
from what I could see from his tank top and shorts.  We used to say hello
as he would jog by, and then he'd stop by to talk when he was done.  When I
would sit closer to him, he didn't move away.  He warned me that he smelled
sweaty, but I said I don't mind.  I commented that he was a pretty hairy
guy and his wife was a lucky woman.  He said most women don't like hairy
guys including his wife.  I rubbed my leg against his and said some guys
do.  He said yeah, but what can you do with a man? I smiled and said if he
likes you, the same thing you can do with a woman.  He rubbed my leg with
his and asked if I liked him that much.  I said I liked him very much, and
asked if he wanted to come to my apartment.  He smiled and said he would
really love to.  I lived nearby and he drove us there.

When we got in my apartment, I took off his shirt and felt his hairy chest
and licked his armpits.  He took off my shirt and felt my chest and sucked
my tits.  I slid down his shorts and briefs and sucked his big dark cock.
His cock was hard and dripping.  He had a very thick wide bush, and big low
hanging balls.  He said his wife complains his cock is too big to suck.  I
said it was perfect.  I slid off my shorts and he stroked my cock and felt
my ass.  I bent over against the couch and he parted my cheeks and pressed
his hard cock against my hole.  I could feel the heat from it.  He pressed
slowly and his cock slid inside me.  He loved how tight it felt.  He leaned
over me and I felt his hairy chest against my back.  He asked if I liked
it.  I said I did, but would rather him fuck me face to face.  He pulled
out of me and we went to the bedroom.  I got on my back and he got on top
of me and slid his cock inside me.  I felt his chest and armpits as we
moaned together.  He kissed me and said this was the first-time he fucked a
man.  I groaned as he pounded me.  He said he was going to cum and shot a
huge load inside me.  He kept his cock inside me until he got soft.  He lay
beside me and said he really liked it.  I told him I loved it and hoped we
could do it again.  He told me he jogs every morning, and would love to do
it whenever I wanted.

I started meeting him every morning and he would come home with me.  He was
pretty passionate.  I loved feeling his hairy body brushing against mine as
he fucked me balls deep.  He always made me cum just by fucking me.  He
started kissing me passionately and said he loved fucking me more than his
wife.  I started to have feelings for him.

As time went on my feelings for Patel grew more intense.  It seemed his
feelings were the same.  He loved eating my ass and sucking my tits before
entering me.  While he moved in and out of me he loved me feeling his chest
and playing with his bushy armpits.  We kissed passionately as he shot his
load in me.

He told me his wife knows about us.  I asked if that meant we couldn't get
together anymore.  He said no.  She knows and she's glad.  I looked
puzzled, so Patel explained that his wife didn't like having sex.  She only
wanted to have sex to have a baby.  If he was fucking a woman, she'd have
to worry about Patel wanting to marry me.  This way, she didn't have to
have sex with Patel, and Patel and I could fuck all we wanted with her
blessing.  I looked at Patel and said, "So I'm your mistress?" He smiled
and said yes, if I would want the Job.

I hesitated.  He asked what was wrong.  I said I loved him and didn't plan
on it, but his wife had a house and got to be with him, but if I agreed to
this, I'm giving up a future of my own.  Patel said that wasn't how he saw
it.

He told me he and his wife owned a duplex house, lived in one side and
rented out the other side.  It was an inheritance from his parents.  He
wanted me to live in the other side, rent free, and he would live with me
when he didn't have to be home.

I was surprised and intrigued by the idea of this.  There was a time I
never would have considered such an arrangement, but I really had fallen in
love with Patel.  It would mean moving into a nicer neighborhood, instead
of the dump I was renting now.  I'd have Patel with the blessing of his
wife.  It was almost too good to be true.  Patel told me arrangements like
this were not uncommon in the part of India his family came from.  He said
if his wife agreed, it would be official.

I was nervous meeting Patel's wife, but she was candid, and nice to me.
Her name was Anita.  We had coffee and she tried to put me at ease.  She
told me her marriage was arranged by their parents.  She was fond of her
husband but wasn't in love with him.  She actually said I was doing her a
favor so she didn't have to have sex with him.  As we talked, she said she
would like me to live next door.

I moved in, and was pretty surprised by Anita.  She started coming over
every morning for coffee and chatted with me about everything.  There was a
door between the houses through the kitchen, and treated me like I was her
relative, not her husband's lover.  She decided that she didn't like the
shitty furniture I had, so she took me shopping and bought me some nice
furniture for the house.  I tried to tell her I couldn't afford it, but she
said it was a gift.

Patel would come home through Anita's side of the house, and go through the
kitchen to my side and close the door.  I liked him to lounge around in
shorts without his shirt so I could enjoy his hairy chest and pits. He
enjoyed sliding off my shorts as key sucked my tits, before entering me.  I
was being fucked between two and three times a day, and everyone was happy.

The situation worked well, but still seemed bizarre.  I felt like a kept
woman, and was treated like a second wife.  Patel's brothers all knew about
the arrangement and were happy for Patel.  They were friendly to me, but a
bit distant.

When I explained my confusion to Patel, he said I am like his second wife.
I said yeah, but if anything happened to him, I would be out on my ass the
next day.  He said that wasn't true.  His brothers were obligated to take
care of me and Anita is very fond of me.  I didn't find that very
comforting.  He said I had the same rights as a wife.  I talked to Anita
about it, and she had no problem with Patel having me as a second wife.
While Bigamy wasn't legal, we had a Hindu religious ceremony, and I became
Patel's second wife.  He added me on his will, and gave me a living
allowance.  It may not have been legal, but I felt more legitimate, and
that Patel was a life partner.

Since Patel and Anita weren't having sex, Patel's youngest brother Achal
started having sex with Anita.  She confided in me that he wasn't as hairy,
and his cock wasn't as big, and she enjoyed sex with him.  I was even more
surprised that Patel knew, and he didn't mind.  He said his brother loved
fucking Anita, and Anita loved being fucked by Achal, so everyone was
happy.  I asked what would happen if Anita got pregnant.  Patel said him
and his brother have the same seed.  The baby would be counted as Patel's.
He said he will have to fuck Anita one night so he could claim the baby.  I
said what if when he is ducking Anita, Achal wants to fuck me.  Patel said
he probably will want to, but it was up to me.  I asked how he would feel
about it.  He said it would prevent bad feeling with his brother, and was
okay with him.

The night Patel spent with Anita, Achal came to visit me.  He said he
really liked Anita, and had been enjoying her, but since I became part of
the family, he had been wanting to try it with me.  I said he was welcome
and watched him undress.  He had a smooth brown body with hairy pits and a
thick bush like Patel's.  His cock was smaller than Patel's, about six
inches.  I sucked his cock as I undressed.  I lay on my back and spread my
legs.  Achal got between them and thrust his cock inside me.  He felt good
in me and I played with his pits as he pounded me.  He thrust hard as he
shot his load inside me.  He hugged me and said now he felt like I was his
brother in law.  Patel came into the bedroom and said they were done.
Achal got up and Patel watched him dress as he went to sleep with Anita.
Patel put his arm around me and asked how it went.  I said it was okay, but
he didn't satisfy me like Patel does.  He kissed me and said he's sorry,
but it's how things work in his family.

Anita got pregnant, and there was a 95% chance Patel was not the father,
but officially the child was his.  Achal was excited, and he kept having
sex with Anita.

Something about Patel had changed.  He didn't seem as interested in me.

One morning, I was having coffee with Anita, and she told me that Dinesh,
the youngest brother, had a crush on me, and asked Patel if he could sleep
with me.  That night, I asked Patel about it and he said he told Dinesh it
was ok, but since I wasn't Indian, he had to get my permission.

Patel and his brothers all worked in their family retail business and the
family was wealthy.  They were close at work, and at home.  The next day,
Patel was working late.  Dinesh came over about 3pm.  He was wearing short
gym shorts and a tank top that showed off his hairy body.  His body was
more like Patel's than Achal's.  He sat on the couch and put his hands
behind his head, showing me his hairy pits.  I said he had really nice
pits.  He smiled and said he was glad I liked them.  I sniffed them as I
ran my fingertips through them.  He said it felt good, and I noticed he had
a huge bulge in his shorts.  He told me Patel said I liked body hair.  I
said I love it. He said the rest of his body is pretty hairy, and he wants
to share it with me.  He said he asked Patel if he could, but he said it
was ok with him if it was ok with me.  I said I would like that very much.
Dinesh kissed me as he removed my clothes.  He said he loved my curvy body
and sucked my tits.  He got undressed and let me feel him all over.  He was
almost as hairy as Patel and his cock was as long, but not as thick.  I
sucked his cock and he sucked mine.  Dinesh had the most beautiful, hairy
ass.  I felt his cheeks and he bent over, and I ate his hairy ass.  He said
he wanted to feel me inside him, and I slid my cock in his hole.  I rubbed
his back as I pounded him.  I shot my load inside him.  He was doing more
than a brother in law using his right to me.  He was making love.  He ate
my ass and kissed it, and got on top of me and slid his cock inside me.  I
groaned as he moved in and out of me.  I felt his hairy chest and armpits
as he fucked me.  He said he wanted to have me for a long time.  I told him
I loved feeling him inside me.  I told him I was going to cum.  He said he
was going to cum too.  We exploded together.  I asked him to spend the
night with me and he did.  He held me and sucked my cock.  He said he loved
me and wanted me for his wife.  He said his father wanted to arrange a
marriage for him, but he wanted to have sex with me before he agreed.  He
said he loved me and wanted to be with me. I said we would have to talk
with Patel.

Patel was actually very understanding.  He said the dual relationship was
difficult, and with the baby coming, I would be a complication for him.
Achal was getting married.  He said the best thing would be for me to be
with Dinesh.  He formally gave me to him.

Their father was not happy that Dinesh was not marrying a woman, but he was
happy that Dinesh would not be another man's woman.

Dinesh moved out of his parents house and moved in with me.  He was my age,
and of the three brothers, he was the one who was openly gay.  When he
wasn't working, he hung around the house in shorts and a tank top, because
he knew it excited me.  When he fucked me, I felt cherished.

We bought our own house not too close to his family.