TO RENT A HOUSE

Dileep had just moved to the new city and was staying 
in a guest house which was close to the house of his 
friend Rehaan and his pretty wife Zoya. His association 
with Rehaan had been quite old. Rehaan had married Zoya 
about 5 years back and like everyone else Dileep too 
had been taken in by Zoya's beauty, good nature and 
exuberance.

Although 30 years old, Zoya still looked as if she had 
just completed college and did not look a day older 
than 21. She was one of those rare girls who due to 
their sheer beauty looked out of place in their 
environs. Nature had been generous in endowing her not 
only with a good height of 5 feet 6 Inches but also a 
clear complexion. A lissome body complimented with 
perfectly rounded breasts capped by perky nipples that 
had the hue of a combination of pink-chocolate. 

It took the little knobs very little stimulation to get 
erect and at times this proved to be a source of major 
embarrassment for her, especially if she was without a 
bra. Dileep knew this because at times he had seen her 
blushing a beetroot red but he had come to the 
conclusion that perhaps she too had a streak of 
exhibitionism in her or else why would she appear 
braless.

Dileep himself had fallen in love with a nice pretty 
girl but the girl; her name was Ruchi; had a brother 
who was tough as nails. Ruchi's parents had died quite 
sometime ago and there was only one way Dileep could be 
close to Ruchi. By taking their outhouse on rent. 
However there was a catch. The outhouse would be given 
only to couples.

Dileep was at his wits' end as to what to do when a 
particular incident took place. Dileep had visited Zoya 
and Rehaan. Zoya, like most Indian women, normally wore 
only Indian clothes and that day was no exception. It 
was nothing very daring or extraordinary, quite the 
opposite if anything. It was knee length and loose, 
made of some light material with a close floral print. 
But when she sat down, she smoothed the skirt carefully 
over her buttocks, and the curve held Dileep's gaze. 

When she crossed her legs, the hem of the skirt rode to 
just above the knee, and Dileep could make out that the 
legs were soft and cushiony. She had shaved her legs or 
perhaps removed the hair in some other way due to which 
the skin was smooth and polished. 

She had always been kind of pretty but today she looked 
positively beautiful. She had a pleasant face with a 
nice smile, and black eyes which now seemed more 
playful than before. Her figure was much the same, tall 
and on slimmer side, but with breasts that were 
appropriate and seemed to be still firm. Her black hair 
came to her shoulders. Her feet were bare as Indian 
women normally remain at home. Her manicured toes were 
painted a bright red and dainty anklets added to the 
sensuality. Rehaan and Zoya greeted Dileep warmly and 
he explained his dilemma.

"Yes, your situation is positively unenviable," Rehaan 
said.

"It is but we should help him out," Zoya said. She had 
a sweet child like voice.

"Of course we should but how?"

"Arre baba. I can go along with him and he can say that 
I am his wife," she replied.

"Yeah. That would be great," Rehaan said. "Your problem 
is solved. Don't you think she is brilliant?"

"Come on now. That guy is not a kid. I don't think he 
will be taken in just like that. He will perhaps 
require some sort of proof."

"That's no big deal. I'll prepare a certificate." 
Rehaan said thoughtfully "Certificates require a rubber 
stamp and I will arrange that. The guy will be taken in 
if what he is exercising is just mandatory caution. If 
it is you that he wants to avoid then it's a different 
story."

"What's the harm in giving it a try?" Zoya spoke.

"Yeah. No harm," Rehaan said.

So one nice morning suitably armed with certificate 
which said that Zoya was Dileep's wife, Dileep and Zoya 
visited Ruchi's house. They left the car and walked 
casually down the road while holding hands. Dileep was 
casually dressed In jeans and T shirt and Zoya in 
shortish light blue skirt that finished at her knees 
and a cream halter top showing off her tanned legs and 
stomach. She had worn this western dress so as to give 
the impression that she was kind of liberated. This 
impression would come in handy when after taking the 
house, the landlord would find her absent for long 
durations. The explanation that Dileep would give is 
that she has her own business, or was traveling or 
whatever.

They walked down the driveway at the back was a smoked 
glass door. After a couple of knocks it was opened by a 
bearded male in his late thirties or early forties. His 
eyes glanced over Dileep but lingered on Zoya. 

"Hi, can I help you guys?"

"Hope so," Dileep replied. "We were told that we might 
be able to get the outhouse on rent."

His eyes drifted back to Dileep, " Are you aware that 
it is given only to couples?"

"Yes, that is precisely why we are here," Dileep said.

He looked at them for a few seconds while studying 
them. "Okay, Come in."

He told them pushing the door wide open and stepping 
back.

Before Dileep could think any further, Zoya slipped out 
of her sandals and stepped inside leaving Dileep no 
option but to follow. It was darkish inside, the 
curtains had been pulled and the TV was tuned into to 
an old cricket match. Two comfortable chairs had been 
pulled close to the TV, behind It stood a low divan 
bed. An empty pizza box and beer cans lay between the 
chairs and the TV. This was a trifle disconcerting to 
Dileep. He did not really look forward to guys who were 
semi drunk when accompanied by the wife of a friend. 
More so when one is pretending to be what one is not.

"Why did you take off your sandals?" he asked.

"Just concern for the house. That's all. Decency." She 
replied. " After all, in my own house I like to keep 
the floor clean. Remaining barefooted is one of the 
ways to do it."

"Make yourself comfortable. Sahib will join you 
shortly. Would you like some tea or coffee?" the man 
said.

"No, thanks." Dileep said for both of them. He was a 
bit apprehensive but Zoya's face was expressionless.

One heavily built, reasonably good looking man but one 
who was not in a particularly good mood emerged, "Hi! 
My name is Subhash. I had made it very clear that I 
would let it out only to married guys."

"Yeah! That's why we are here." Dileep replied 
uneasily. Something appeared to be wrong. Dileep felt 
that either this man had run into all the wrong guys 
since morning or he had taken a particular dislike to 
Dileep as soon as he had seen him. Dileep wondered why 
this man wanted his sister to be away from all guys.

"That's easier said than proved. Go ahead and prove 
that you're married? Then it'd be okay."

"How do we do that?" Dileep asked.

"Got a certificate?"

"Yes." He said producing the one that Rehaan had given 
him. He examined it for what seemed like an eternity, 
then folding it kept into his pocket.

Where did you go for your honeymoon? Subhash asked.

That one was easy, Dileep knew that Zoya and Rehaan had 
been to Goa and as he was about to reply Zoya said 
"Goa".

"Hmmm... where in Goa?" Subhash addressed his next 
question to Dileep.

Now Dileep had never been to Goa but had heard of Goa's 
famous Anjuna beach in conversation and so he said, "We 
were at Anjuna beach for a week and then..."

Before he could complete Subhash interrupted, "Is that 
correct Zoya?" 

"Y-yes, that's right," Zoya said, though she had spent 
time at Colva beach and had only heard rumors that 
Anjuna beach was a NUDE beach.

"You guys appear to be a nice couple. Not the prudish 
sorts who are uncomfortable with nudity. I wanted broad 
minded guys, and since you guys have spent a week at 
Anjuna beach which is a nude beach you should be 
comfortable with nudity."

"We too are pretty broad minded and we had a great time 
at Anjuna beach," Zoya said.

"I repeat are you comfortable with nudity?" Subhash 
again asked pointedly.

Something was seriously wrong somewhere.

"Well, depends," Dileep said sheepishly.

He suspected that there was a trap somewhere and he 
wanted to get out but there appeared to be no way.

"Let me be frank with you since you appear to be good 
guys. Pardon me for using language that may seem 
slightly vulgar. I got a sis and she is good. Real 
good. Many guys want to get between her legs and I 
don't want any useless guys. So I want to be sure that 
the outhouse is given to someone who is actually 
married and has got a wife he fucks and keeps the 
husband satiated at all times so that he doesn't eye my 
sister. It's not that I want her to become a nun. Just 
that she should not go in for the wrong guys. Get It? 
Well, I can think of one way. How about you describe 
your wife's pussy. Then we can have a look to see if 
you got it right. That should do it."

"What do you mean?" Both Dileep and Zoya asked in 
unison.

"Well, you must have seen it this morning. She's a 
pretty girl; prettier than most and has nice, dark 
eyebrows; well-developed breasts. Hopefully succulent 
nipples. What does her pussy look like?"

"I would rather not answer that question," Dileep said 
moving towards the door.

"I don't think you've got an option. If you try to get 
out of here this certificate will be handed over to the 
police. You will be behind bars for perjury. Your 
agitation has suddenly increased my suspicion. She is a 
pretty woman. She has a pussy. Tell us about it." 

"W-why do you want to know about it?"

"Silly question! Once you describe it, we'll request 
her to show us her pussy. That's why I asked about 
nudity."

"You must be crazy... I will not undress before a total 
stranger," said Zoya looking aghast. She was so shy 
that even now if Rehaan sees her nude she blushes, 
after so many years of marriage.

"Those people at Anjuna were your relatives?" asked 
Subhash sarcastically.

"Well, at that time it was the honeymoon spirit and the 
atmosphere was such...  Ohh what the hell let's get on 
with it..." trailed off Zoya in a small voice 
(realizing that she was definitely getting into serious 
trouble now, but then she reasoned well if I have to 
just show my pussy and it helps Dileep in getting the 
house and his beloved what the hell let them see my 
pussy nobody else has to know about it. Also the 
thought of showing her pussy to someone other than her 
husband was unconsciously exciting her.)

Dileep looked over at Zoya; she just shrugged her 
shoulders as if to get on with it. He then tried to 
imagine what her pussy would look like. Her hair was 
naturally dark brown and he knew that she liked to 
sunbath a lot from what Rehaan had told him. All he 
could do was make a calculated guess. 

"Fully shaved with a single steak of hair," Dileep 
said.

"Any thing else like a beauty spot. In a place where 
only her husband or someone who was very intimate could 
have seen it?" Subhash persisted.

"Well, no," Dileep said.

Subhash turned to Zoya, "Okay darling, show us the 
proof."

She hesitated her heart beating wildly, she knew Dileep 
was wrong and was frantically trying to think of an 
excuse at the same time a hot rush was creeping all 
over her, the excitement was gradually mounting as the 
naughtiness of the idea was driving it's way home into 
her psyche, her thoughts were broken into with 
Subhash's words "Come on, we haven't got all day." 

Zoya looked over at Dileep, her hands trembling as she 
slowly started lifting her dress with one hand, her 
pussy was tingling with excitement the moisture slowly 
seeping out, Dileep's mouth went dry he wanted to 
protest but no words came out of his mind, he felt a 
stirring in his loins and realized that he was getting 
excited by the situation, as the dress came up and 
slowly her blue thong panties came into view the 
anticipation and horny expressions on both Dileep and 
Subhash's face made her feel more excited she was now 
looking forward to giving them a peek at her sexy 
pussy, but then suddenly the thought of Rehaan made her 
feel guilty of what she was doing and she hesitated. 

"Come on what are you waiting for," said Subhash and so 
slowly with her heart beating like a jack hammer she 
pulled her panties down with her other hand hoping that 
the two men would not be able to notice the building 
moisture or the twitching of her pussy. The two of them 
got a good look and Dileep was wondering what Rehaan 
would think if he came to know that his wife was there 
nude in front of his friend and a stranger. Dileep had 
got it wrong; the lips were hairless but she had a 
neatly trimmed triangle of hair on the mound. There was 
a black beauty spot just by the side of the pussy lips. 
Had the lips not been devoid of all hair, it would not 
have been visible.

"This is getting more and more curious," Subhash 
commented. "A good looking girl like this and her 
husband doesn't even know what his wife's pussy looks 
like. Though he doesn't appear to be sightless he has 
not seen the black spot that even a blind man should 
have seen. When did you get married? This morning? 
Obviously the marriage has not been consummated."

"Just shaped it this morning," Zoya commented hopefully 
as she lifted her panties and the skirt dropped back.

Subhash laughed, "Don't think so. My wife shaves hers 
too and so do most of the women. I know what a freshly 
shaven pussy looks like. Yours doesn't look as fresh as 
it should. But perhaps you are right. I will believe 
you if you tell me about his dick. That shouldn't have 
changed since this morning."

Zoya hesitated for a second, "He's average. A good six 
inches and that's all."

"I need a bit more than that. Is he cut or uncut, is it 
straight or curved? Subhash asked.

"Uncut and straight." Zoya suggested without 
hesitation.

She was half right; Dileep was uncut but curved upwards 
when erect. 

Subhash turned to Dileep, "Your turn. Let's see the 
goods."

There was no way out of this. Dileep unbuckled his 
belt, unzipped the jeans and pulled down his briefs to 
expose his limp cock. 

Again Subhash laughed, "God! This is not erect and you 
can only prove yourself true when he is erect. So why 
don't you help him get erect?"

It seemed that Zoya too was getting exasperated. "I 
would rather not do that."

"I am not asking you to do what you like. You have to 
do it. If you have sucked him before no problem and if 
you have not, well, now is the time to start. And house 
or no house I am sure he will thank me for it," Subhash 
said sarcastically as he walked over to a drawer and 
took out a pistol. He did not say anything but his 
demeanor was threatening.

Dileep was regretting having involved poor Zoya into 
this. His feelings were mixed. He was feeling sorry for 
her but Subhash was right since he, Dileep was the 
beneficiary of Subhash's commands.

Zoya sighed in resignation, the thought of playing with 
Dileep's cock had been there in her fantasies but it 
never had been a burning desire and this was definitely 
not the way she wanted to do it. She took three small 
steps and knelt down in front of Dileep. He felt her 
soft hand encircle his cock and slowly rolled the 
foreskin back. She then slowly began to tease it back 
and forth. It didn't take long before he began to 
respond, next he felt her tongue flicking across the 
head and then felt the velvet warmth of her mouth over 
the top of the shaft. With her dainty painted fingers 
she held the foreskin back the dark color of which was 
in sharp contrast to her fair hands and red nails and 
he could feel her warm wet mouth taking the head of his 
cock inside her mouth. There was no doubt that this was 
enjoyable but was it okay?

Twenty seconds later he was rock hard, Zoya kept going 
for a short time before withdrawing her mouth and 
standing up. She looked Dileep in the eye as she wiped 
her mouth with the back of her hand and then turned 
away leaving Dileep with an erect cock in the company 
of a grinning Subhash.

"Well that cock is just about as straight as you people 
are and to be frank you seem crooked," Subhash said. "I 
reckon the only way to prove that you are actually 
married is to watch you do it."

Subhash himself pondered over his idea and then spoke 
again. "Yeah, that'd do it. One rarely hears of mere 
acquaintances actually doing it with each other. But 
these are bad times."

Zoya seemed petrified and angry, "That is all. I will 
not let him fuck me in front of you. What married 
people do in the privacy of their own bedroom is 
private. Not even on Anjuna beach did we have to make 
love in front of an audience."

"Yeah. Come on. Please," Dileep pleaded. "We're not 
into that sort of thing. House or no house as you said 
but why torment her?"

"I admire your guts. Lady, you are suggesting that this 
guy is your husband. That is what you said. Yet, you 
don't know the shape of his cock and neither does he 
know what your pussy is like. Anyway, now that you have 
been considerate enough to suck his cock, you will have 
to get fucked as well. There is no getting away from 
it. 

"Yes, I can let you go but where would the punishment 
be? And since you have been attempting to make a fool 
out of me, I can employ other means too. But since you 
seem okay sorts, I would like to watch you getting 
fucked. Not by me; at least not just now but by the guy 
who should have fucked you hundreds of times by now. 
And let me make it clear. You have to strip completely. 
That should be no problem because experience tells me 
women are more fastidious about exposing their pussies. 
Since I have already seen your pussy, showing me your 
breasts should be no problem."

It was hard to tell whether he was joking or actually 
threatening.

Zoya turned to Dileep who could tell she was a little 
scared, "God, this seems like a nightmare. Let's just 
do it and get out here," she whispered.

This was definitely becoming a nightmare thought Zoya 
but sucking Dileep's cock and showing her pussy had set 
in a chain reaction in her sensuous body which inspite 
of feeling scared was making her hornier and looking 
forward for more sex...

She turned away from Subhash lifted the sides of her 
skirt, pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. 
She unbuckled the skirt and that too fell in a heap at 
her bare feet. She pulled off the T shirt and quickly 
unhooked the bra and her lovely milky white breasts 
with pink areolas capped with strawberry nipples leapt 
free. It was the first time that Dileep was seeing her 
fully nude and though she did seem a bit flustered, she 
appeared to be in control of the situation. 

Moving to the divan she lay down on her back with her 
legs closed. Dileep stepped out of his jeans and moved 
to the foot of the divan. Her thighs parted at the very 
last moment in an attempt to spoil the view for 
Subhash. As Dileep moved over her, her hand then found 
Dileep's cock and guided it to her pussy. He slipped 
into her in short strokes to avoid hurting her, getting 
deeper each time as her lubrication wet his thick penis 
and the foreskin rolled back until the cock was fully 
in. Dileep then began moving back and forth with long 
slow stokes. She pulled his head down close to her 
mouth.

"It's okay," she whispered. "Just finish quickly and 
get us out of here. Its okay to cum inside. I'm on the 
pill."

As Dileep began to build up speed, Zoya wrapped her 
legs and arms around him and urged him on. Her pussy 
was now gushing with her own juices. Dileep looked down 
at her to find her eyes closed seemingly oblivious to 
Subhash watching them intently her warm pussy gripped 
his throbbing hardness, milking his fat cock with every 
stroke. Perhaps it was due to sheer nervousness or 
excitement of having not being laid in a long time but 
soon Dileep discharged inside her.

"Too bad, sir. Just too bad. If she is indeed your 
wife, she must be taking the help of your neighbors, 
because my friend it seems you haven't had a pussy in a 
very long time Just wait. Let me show you how a married 
man satisfies a woman." Subhash said. Zoya could hear 
him stripping. She wanted to see him but did not, lest 
it give the impression that she was actually looking 
forward to being fucked by this man. Then there was 
silence for perhaps a minute. God, where was he? She 
hoped that he was not a maniac. She wondered whether 
she should open her eyes. Her hands were free. 

Then she felt Subhash's warm tongue over the nape of 
her neck, right down to the ample cleavage. The tongue 
then moved to the areolas carefully avoiding the aching 
and erect nipples that were begging to be sucked. The 
tongue again went to her mouth and plied it open. Her 
tongue was sucked; hard. She too reciprocated. He 
licked every portion of her face and special attention 
was paid to the earlobes and the inner ear. His hands 
were on her hips and the tongue was now exploring her 
belly button, then down until he was sucking the 
triangle of hair that she maintained over the opening 
of her pussy which with sheer excitement was very wet. 
Involuntarily she started thrusting her hip upwards. 

She waited in anticipation for him to go to her pussy 
but he reversed the direction. His tongue was now at 
her toes, the sole of her feet, teasing and disturbing 
the anklet that she had worn only in one ankle and then 
a slow upwards motion of licking her inner thighs.

Just then through the sexual buzz in her head she could 
hear her mobile ringing.

God! Who can it be. She did not want to respond and 
hoped that it would stop, but just then she heard 
Dileep saying that Rehaan was on the line. Dileep was 
such a blob. He could have ignored the phone or 
disconnected it but instead he picked it up.

Subhash didn't care he was too busy savoring the soft 
smooth femininity at his disposal. And he didn't know 
who Rehaan was.

Zoya on the other hand was extremely cautious now. She 
naturally did not want Rehaan to know anything about 
this... ever.

"Hello Rehaan," she said breathing heavily Rehaan, "Hi 
Zoya how is everything going?"

Zoya covered the mouthpiece and suppressed a moan as 
Subhash's warm wet tongue licked her sensitive inner 
thighs, just an inch away from her swollen labia.

"E..evvrrryy thing is fine." (she covered the mouth 
piece again) ... uuuhhh she moaned as Subhash lightly 
stroked her pussylips with his finger tips, he too was 
enjoying teasing her.

Rehaan: "Honey you don't sound too good is everything 
alright." 

Zoya: "Yes, yessss!!! Everything is fine, don't worry, 
(she covered the mouth piece again).I'll get back to 
you later. AAAAHHHHH... HHHAAA!" Subhash had gleefully 
located her clitoris and the moan gave him a perverse 
thrill.

Rehaan: "OK then honey see you later bye."

Zoya: "Bye... OHH... MMMMMAAAAAA!!" She just managed to 
cut off the phone as Subhash pressed her throbbing clit 
hard with his tongue and then flicked it a couple of 
times. All thoughts of her husband vanished as a surge 
of liquid heat rushed through her loins over powering 
all her other senses.

He again stopped at the entry of the pussy. By now 
Zoya's moans were clearly signifying her desire to get 
fucked. 

"You want to get fucked?" Subhash asked in a whisper. 

Zoya nodded. 

"Again. Your 'husband' has just done that. You have no 
problems with that?" Subhash's voice was still a 
whisper. 

Zoya opened her eyes. " If I say I have a problem will 
you not do it?"

"Do what?" he asked wickedly.

"Fuck me!" Zoya replied.

Subhash smiled. He was enjoying this very unexpected 
encounter with such a gorgeous lady. He then took a 
deep breath of Zoya's pussy odor, savoring its smell. 
Then he extended his tongue and took his first taste of 
Zoya's luscious cunt. The flat of his tongue swept 
between her tight wet cunt lips, "OOOOHHH!" 

Zoya gasped involuntarily after a long time her aching 
pussy got the attention it was craving for. Almost 
against her will, her hand moved behind his head. 

"No, please keep your hands where they were." Subhash 
commanded. 

His mouth glued itself to her pussy lips and he sucked 
hard, letting his tongue curl deep into the moist 
passage of the pussy and then twitch as her interior 
muscles closed around it. He worked it around then out, 
seeking the tip of her clit and teasing it, then 
nipping lightly, expertly with his teeth. 

Zoya moaned and squirmed in delight. He moved to her 
open slit and took deep penetrating licks of her 
glistening pussy lips. He tongue fucked her hard and 
deep. He continued to lick and suck, driving her wild 
with his thrusting tongue. He loved the way her silken 
thighs clenched around his face knowing she loved the 
way he sucked her cunt, even if she didn't say so. Her 
juices flowed freely from her pulsing pussy into his 
mouth as she thrashed about in wanton ecstasy.

"I can see that you are enjoying this and I am glad. Is 
it okay with you if I ask you to return this favor 
too?" Subhash asked. 

Zoya smiled wryly thinking that since it was Subhash 
who was calling the shots there was precious little she 
could do. With her eyes still closed she located his 
erect cock effortlessly. She bent down and kissed the 
tip of it. Thereafter she opened her mouth and gingerly 
took the head in her mouth. She knew by touch that 
Subhash's cock was circumcised i. e. different from 
Rehaan's. She just sucked on the head for a little 
while but she could feel that Subhash was getting 
impatient. He wanted her to take his full cock in her 
mouth. 

Zoya's soft, naturally pink lips closed around the head 
of Subhash's cock. She felt it begin to enlarge even 
more as her tongue moved along the shaft. Zoya moved 
her head back and forth sucking as much of the growing 
shaft into her throat as possible. Her moist, watery 
mouth covered his cock shaft with hot saliva. 

His mushroom shaped cockhead grew larger and more 
resilient with each passing second. The rhythmic 
sucking and milking of her soft velvety mouth