Baljeet Has Sex with Her Two Husbands
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
The super powerful descendant of a Hindu goddess has sex with first one husband and then the other!>

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This is part 6 of my "India" series. It picks up pretty much right where part
5 (Baljeet: India Story, Part Five) left off, and the title pretty much tells
it all. I hope you like it. These stories are about the lives of three
sisters from India who are descendants of a Hindu goddess and who possess
superhuman strength as a result. I wrote them so that they could be enjoyed
separately or as part of a larger whole.

If you enjoy my writing style and you have an idea that you'd like me turn
into a story, let me know. I write stories on commission, and I'm always
looking for a new challenge.

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Baljeet was determined to show both of her husbands a good time in bed. When
she married Kiran and Sunil she did so thinking that most of the time she
would fuck both of them at the same time. As their three-way relationship
progressed, she found that more often than mot she preferred to fuck them one
at a time - usually one right after the other. Needless to say, if Baljeet
preferred it that way, that's how it was because she was the supreme master of
their shared household.

Her main reason she usually preferred to fuck them one-on-one was that she
found that they had different tastes sexually, and Baljeet liked pleasing her
men. They both liked for Baljeet to use her vastly superior strength to
dominate them, but they liked for her to do so in different ways.

On this occasion Baljeet decided she would fuck Kiran first. She was carrying
him over her shoulder to her bedroom. Meanwhile, she left Sunil back in the
weight room to rest up and wait for her.

When Baljeet got to the bedroom door, she lowered Kiran to the floor and
walked inside. When he began to follow, she reached out her arm and with just
the power in two fingers pushed Kiran in the chest. He flew back several feet
and slammed against the wall at the opposite side of the hall.

"Who said you could enter MY bedroom?" she asked.

"No one," he admitted, his head bowed.

"What makes you think that you're worthy to come in here with me?"

"Please, Goddess, I KNOW that I'm not worthy - NO man is - but...well, I AM
your husband. At least, I'm one of them."

Baljeet rolled her eyes. "You'll have to do better than that," she scoffed.

Kiran was born into an upper middle class family and his upbringing had been
one of privilege. His excellent soccer skills also created many opportunities
for him. As a result, most things had come pretty easily to him. That's why
it turned him on when Baljeet made him work a little harder for her
affections.

Kiran was out of his mind with lust for his wife. She looked SO sexy in the
tiny, green string bikini she was wearing. Her flawless dark olive skin, her
shapely, toned legs, her amazingly supple, sexy body with those big, full tits
that looked like they were dying to spill out of her bikini top.

As a top professional athlete in India, Kiran had had the opportunity to have
sex with many beautiful women, but none of them came close to stirring his
passion like Baljeet did.

"Please, Goddess, I'll do anything, only please, let me enter your bedroom."

"Okay, you can come in, but first you have to get naked and then get down on
your hands and knees and crawl in like a dog," she said with a wicked,
superior smile.

Kiran quickly got undressed and down on his hands and knees and crawled over
to his mistress. She dropped her bikini bottoms and stuck her beautiful round
ass in his face. Her ass cheeks were SO round and tight. "Since you're
crawling like a dog, why don't you lick my ass cheeks like a dog would?"

Kiran began to lick Baljeet's ass just as he was told. He pressed his face
right into Baljeet's amazing, sexy, round bootie and began licking and kissing
it. As he did, he could feel his dick getting harder and harder.

Baljeet turned around and said, "Lick my pussy, Dog!" Kiran lapped Baljeet's
pussy like he was kid licking an ice cream cone. "Are you my dog?" Baljeet
asked. Kiran stopped licking just long enough to bark in reply. Baljeet
giggled. "For a dog, you sure like licking pussy!" Kiran was much too
engaged in his current activity to appreciated Baljeet's little joke.

Kiran continued eating Baljeet's pussy for twenty minutes. During that time
she had three earth shattering orgasms. The entire lower half of Kiran's face
was drenched in Baljeet's love juices with the surplus running down his neck
and onto his chest. Baljeet's inner thighs were similarly coated with a
mixture of Kiran's saliva and her own pussy fluid.

After her third orgasm, Baljeet decided it was only fair for her to take care
of Kiran as well. She reached down and lifted him up into the air with the
ease of a mother picking up her newborn infant. She tossed him gently into
the air and caught him with his ass cheeks resting gently in the palms of her
dainty hands. Her grip on his ass was so soft that he felt almost as if he
was floating.

"How does it feel to have a beautiful wife who has the strength to hold you
like this in midair?" she asked.

"It f-feels g-g-great," Kiran replied.

"But it's also a little frightening, isn't it?" she asked.

"Y-yes, a l-little bit," he admitted.

"And why is that," she asked.

"You are SO much more powerful than me. If you wanted to you could easily
beat me up with one hand," Kiran replied. When she heard this, Baljeet looked
displeased.

"Did I say something wrong, Goddess?" Kiran asked with true fear in his heart.

"You said I could easily beat you up with one hand," Baljeet reminded him.

"Yes, Goddess," Kiran agreed still not sure what he had done wrong.

"My weak and inferior little husband," Baljeet began, "You know that I could
beat you with ridiculous ease with just one little finger!"

"Yes, yes, of course, my darling," Kiran stated emphatically.

"Then why didn't you say that?" Baljeet asked. She enjoyed tormenting her
husband this way. Baljeet was a master at fucking with Kiran in more ways
than one!

"I'm sorry, Goddess, I SHOULD have said that I know you could beat me with
ridiculous ease with just one tiny finger."

"You do believe that I could effortlessly defeat you no matter how hard you
tried to fight against me with just one little finger don't you?"

"Yes, Goddess, that's why I fear you, but it's also why I worship, love and
need you so much," Kiran explained. "I have no doubt that you could crush me
with just one of your super powerful fingers."   

"And what must you ALWAYS remember to keep that from happening?" Baljeet
asked.

"I must remember that you are my wife-master and that I must devote my life to
pleasing you above all else."

"That is correct, Slave-Husband," Baljeet said.

As a reward, she began licking the underside of his aching balls. Kiran could
feel the warm moisture of Baljeet's tongue as it coated his balls with her
saliva. She gently began sucking on his balls. Feeling her soft lips lightly
caressing the most sensitive spot on his body as he almost seemed to float in
midair was indescribably blissful.

She slowly lowered his body taking care to lick his long shaft as she did.
When she got to the head of his dick, she paid special attention the ultra
sensitive spot at the very tip. She then coated his entire shaft with her
spit. "So that your cock is fully lubricated," she informed him.

Before he could even asked, "Lubricated for what?" she dropped him down so
that his dick slid naturally between her big, firm, round tits. She easily
lifted him up and down, up and down while she flexed and squeeze her full tits
together around his steel hard cock.

"How does that feel?" she asked, "Do you like having my big tits wrapped
around your big, hard dick? Do you like having a wife that can lift you like
this and let you fuck her big tits in midair?"

"Yes, Goddess, yesss," Kiran moaned as his super-strong, incredibly sexy wife
continue to pump his dick up and down between her firm, tight tits.

"Does it turn you on knowing that I could hold you like this all night long if
I wanted - that you're as light as a feather in my powerful arms? Do you like
knowing that my muscles are so big and strong?"

"Yesss, Goddess, yeesssss," he whispered breathlessly. Kiran could not
believe how good it felt to have his dick massaged this way between Baljeet's
large tits. As she slid his tool between them she flexed her breasts and he
could feel her muscles ripple up and down the length of his shaft. Every day
with Baljeet was like an audacious sexual adventure, and Kiran knew that if he
lived for a thousand years he would never grow tired of being her slave. He
felt unworthy and so lucky that she had chosen him to be one of the objects of
her limitless affection.

"Who is the sexiest, most powerful, most desirable woman in the world?"
Baljeet asked.

"You are," Kiran replied.

"And who is one of the only two men in the entire world who gets to experience
the honor and joy of fucking me?" she asked.

"Me! I am?" he replied.

"And doesn't it make you feel special to be a husband to such a beautiful,
desirable and impossibly strong goddess? Don't you feel sorry for all other
men who don't get to fuck big tits like mine while being held in the hands of
their own super-strong wives?"

Hearing his supremely desirable and powerful wife talk this way made him feel
completely helpless and out of control with hunger for her. He knew that
other men could only dream of the experiences that he had almost daily with
his wife who was also the ultimate goddess of his innermost secret fantasies.
 

"YEEEESSSSS, GODDESS, YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Kiran screamed as he sprayed
Baljeet's tits with a huge load of his milking white sperm. He sprayed and
sprayed until Baljeet's tits, neck, chin and lips were covered in sperm. She
stuck out her tongue and slowly licked her lips and swallowed hard.
"Delicious!" she said enthusiastically.

She then tossed him onto the bed and pounced on him like a tigress. She
pinned his arms down over his head with her own powerful arms. "Now I've got
you right where I want you. Try to get up!" she commanded.

He made a token effort and said, "I can't."

"Try harder!" she demanded.

Kiran pushed with all of his might, but it was like a flea trying to overcome
the strength of a lioness. "I can't do it," he insisted.

"That's right, you weakling, you can't, and you'll never be able to. No
matter how hard you try I'll always be a hundred times stronger than you - or
a thousand times!" She leaned her big tits into his face. At the same time
she slid her tight, wet pussy over his cock. "Now I'm going to ride you hard
for the next hour or so. Try to enjoy it, but enjoy it or not, I'm going to
ride you. I know that even if you pass out that your dick will stay hard
because with my pussy tight around it, it has no choice! That's one of the
privileges of being descended from a goddess."   

True to her word, Baljeet rode Kiran hard for the next hour. He DID pass out
shortly after his fifth orgasm. Baljeet lost count of the number of orgasms
she had, but she knew that when the hour was through, she was still hungry for
more.

She looked down on the sleeping form of Kiran with adoring eyes. "You made a
valiant effort," she said, "Poor baby just couldn't keep up." She kissed him
on the forehead. "Lucky for you I have someone else to turn to right now.
You get some sleep. I'll be back for some more in a few hours."

She got off Kiran, slipped a silk robe over her otherwise naked body and went
to look for Sunil. It didn't take her long to find him. Just as she
suspected, he was still in the weight room sleeping on the weight bench. He'd
used up a lot of energy there earlier trying to impress her.

She looked down at her other husband and thought about how cute and vulnerable
he looked. Sunil grew up in a poorer neighborhood, and had a rougher
childhood than Kiran had. He had to fight for most of what he got in life.
As a result, he put up a wall and acted tough in front of others. When it was
just he and Baljeet alone, however, he let down his guard.

She gently lifted him off the weight bench and cradled him in her strong
arms. She gently rocked him back and forth. "Sunil," she whispered softly,
"Wake up, little one, Mommy is here."

Sunil opened is sleepy eyes. He gazed up at his beautiful wife and smiled.
"Hi, Mommy," he said like a little boy. "Mommy" was Sunil's pet name for
Baljeet, but it was one that he only used when the two of them were alone. He
would never call her that and risk looking so vulnerable in front of Kiran.

"Did you miss Mommy while she was gone?" Baljeet asked.

Sunil stuck out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout, "Yes, Mommy, I missed
you very much."

"Well, Mommy's here now," she said. Baljeet lowered Sunil gently to the floor
which was padded and laid down beside him. "I know what Baby wants now, don't
I?" 

"Yes, Mommy," Sunil said. He slid back her robe, lowered his head and began
sucking on one of Baljeet's big tits. She placed her arms behind his head and
tenderly pulled it into her breasts.

"That's right, Baby, suck on Mommy's big tits," she instructed. "Mommy will
take care of you and protect you." She knew that a lot of Sunil's tough guy
act was for show. She understood better than anyone that deep inside, part of
him was an insecure little boy who just wanted to feel loved.  

As for Sunil, he was only too happy to suck on Baljeet's dark brown nipples.
He sucked on one for several minutes and then switched to the other. Once
Baljeet was convinced that Sunil felt safe and secure, she decided to turn up
the heat. "Take off all your clothes," she commanded as she slipped off her
robe.

Soon they were both naked. "Do you feel safe with Mommy?" Baljeet asked.

"Yes, Mommy," Sunil replied.

"And why is that?" Baljeet asked.

"Because Mommy is so strong."

Baljeet sat up. "That's right, I am strong. I'm very, very strong. But
aren't you afraid of Mommy's incredible super-strength? Aren't you afraid
that Mommy might decide to spank your cute little tushie?"

"Yes, but I know that Mommy will would never hurt me as long as I'm a good boy
and do as I'm told," he replied.

Baljeet raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?" Baljeet asked with just
the slightest hint of danger.

"Please, Mommy, don't spank me," Sunil whimpered.

"Don't worry, Baby, Mommy isn't going to spank you as long as you do whatever
Mommy tells you to do like the good little slave-husband you are." 

Sunil snuggled his head back into Baljeet's breasts and said, "I like being
your slave-husband; I love you very much, Baljeet, my goddess.

Baljeet sat up and flexed her arms causing her biceps to expand into perfect,
round mountains of flesh and power. "What do you think of my big muscles?"
she asked.

"They turn me on," Sunil replied.

Baljeet leaned over and flexed her arm so that her huge right bicep was right
in Sunil's face. "Would you like to kiss my muscle?" she asked.

"Yes, please," he responded enthusiastically.

"Mmmmmmm, I'm not sure...do you REALLY want to kiss Mommy's big strong
muscle?" she asked.

"Yes, Mommy, more than anything," he replied.

"Beg," she said, "Beg me like a little boy to kiss Mommy's great big strong
muscles."

Sunil said in a little boy's voice, "Pwease, Mommy, pwease wet wittle Sunil
kiss your gweat big stwong musctles. Pwease, Mommy, pweeeeease."

"What if I don't let you kiss my big, sexy super-strong muscle?" she asked.

"Then willte Sunil will cwy," Sunil replied, his eyes beginning to fill with
real tears.

"Well, Mommy sure doesn't want her little boy to cry, so I suppose I'll let
you kiss my awesome, powerful muscle." Sunil put his hands on his wife's
strong arm and pulled himself up and began kissing Baljeet's bicep. He'd seen
that very muscle grow while Baljeet lifted weights that weighed thousands of
pounds. As he kissed and licked her power he thought about how impossibly
strong his beautiful wife was, and he felt his dick getting bigger and harder
by the second.

"Would you like to fuck my bicep?" Baljeet asked.

"Oh God, yes, please, let me fuck your powerful bicep," Sunil begged.

"You have my permission," Baljeet said, "Stand up."

Once Sunil was on his feet, Baljeet got on her knees and pulled her husband
towards her. She slathered his cock with so much of her saliva and by the
time she was through, it was dripping wet. "There! Now you're all nice and
lubricated."

Baljeet made a muscle with her right arm and pulled Sunil over to her. She
tenderly placed his dripping wet dick into the crook of her right arm between
her forearm and her bicep. He began to thrust back and forth. Feeling his
gorgeous wife's super-powerful muscles rubbing against his dick was sheer
ecstasy.

Baljeet placed her left and on Sunil's ass to steady his as she slowly got up
off her knees into a standing position. Baljeet could feel his feet leaving
the ground as Baljeet stood up. He continued to thrust his cock in and out of
the crook of her arm.

"Do you see how strong I am?" Baljeet asked. "Lifting you up with one hand
while you fuck my big muscle is nothing to me."

Sunil couldn't form any word in response. He as too far lost in the sheer joy
of the moment. He knew that he was a lucky man to have a wife who could lift
him while he fucked her muscle this way. Just as he was on the verge of
shooting his wad, Baljeet stopped flexing her right arm, quickly grabbed Sunil
with both of her hands by his hips and pulled his cock into her open mouth.

Just as Sunil felt her warm mouth enclose around his hard cock, he shot his
wad. Despite the abundance of spunk that shot from his balls and out of his
dick, Baljeet swallowed it and didn't lose a drop.

Baljeet then tossed Sunil up into the air three or four times catching him on
the way back down just because she could.

Next, she placed both of her hands under his ass and pulled him into her
body. She spread her leg and pulled his dick into her awaiting vagina. Any
thought his dick had of going limp after cumming in Baljeet's mouth went away
once it was enveloped inside her warm, moist pussy. His dick sprang back to
attention, and he wrapped his legs around his Goddess's powerful, thick
thighs.

Baljeet fucked him standing up. No cowboy trying to tame a bucking bronco
ever had a harder ride than Sunil did during the next hour. Luckily he didn't
have to rely on his own strength to hold on. Instead he relied on Baljeet's
infinitely stronger arms to hold him in place. By the time she was finished,
every part of him except his still rock-hard dick was as limp and lifeless as
a wet wash rag.

Baljeet wasn't sure how many additional orgasms Sunil had as a result of his
wild ride, but she was sure that it was less than half of the number she'd
had. As she lowered him gently to the padded floor, she covered as much as
she could with her silk robe. She kissed his cheek and said, "Rest for awhile
my brave little warrior. When I come back, I'll give you that foot job that I
promised you earlier today."

She left the weight room and went straight to the kitchen. She cut up some
fresh fruit to feed to Kiran. "He'll need some fuel to help him regain some
of his lost strength," she thought. She knew that both of her husbands were
going to need all of the fuel and strength they could get because Baljeet was
sure that tonight was going o be an all-nighter.

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