He then tugged at the nada of her petticoat, and it dropped to the floor.
“Take off your panties.” He commanded her.
“Yes, Ramu.” My wife bent down and rolled her panties to her ankles, and then stepped out of them. She was now fully naked, her nipples erect, her pussy glistening with juices, awaiting her lover.
Ramu gave a slow appraising look at her body, grinning at his prize acquisition, and then took off his shirt. Both the lovers were now stark naked. I marveled at Ramu’s firm, athletic, muscular body, compared to my pitiful frame.
“Lie down on the floor, randi.” Ramu ordered my wife.
“Yes, Ramu.”
What followed next was a hot, passionate, perverted scene that I had seen now many a times. It is a spectacle not many Indian husbands get to see. It was the sight of my beautiful and gorgeous wife, lying on her back with her legs spread, getting banged by yet another man in the middle of the day, in my own house.
It wasn’t the first time, of course, that I was seeing Ramu have sex with my wife. Right now they were doing it in the classic missionary position. As I continued to watch, Vidya was on her back, her legs were locked around his waist as he was banging her in slow, deep strokes. It was a huge turn on for me to see her legs wrapped tightly around him so he could fuck her even deeper with his monster manhood. I watched Ramu as he slid his cock again and again into her, and Vidya’s face each time he did so, and I could tell they were both equally enjoying their love making.
I started to cum. For a moment of two I simply tilted my head back as my semen hit my palm, my thigh and then the floor. Even as I reached my orgasm, I felt pathetic, masturbating to the sight of my own wife cheating on me with the milkman. As my penis started to go limp, I switched my attention back to the screen, where my wife Vidya was unashamedly committing adultery with this lower class labourer.
Vidya was clearly relishing the feeling of a big dick inside her, and of getting slammed by Ramu. Even from across the country, through the small screen and speakers of my laptop, I could see that she was jutting back against his thrusts. Occasionally she would kiss Ramu, run her fingers through his hair and feel his back and chest. I could see the milkman’s naked ass flexing and unflexing as he pounded my wife’s cunt. And her toes kept curling and uncurling in pleasure.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Vidya was screaming at one point, and started to take her lover’s name, something she never did with me. “Ramu! Ramu! OMG your balls are so fucking far up inside me!”
My own semen had now run dry, but on screen the lovers continued to fuck for a long while. Ramu was clearly bent of enjoying my wife’s body to the maximum.
“Deeper. Oh, God, go deeper. Split me wide open, Ramu.” My wife was moaning. “Harder, baby, harder!”
Finally, after about fifteen minutes of humping my wife, Ramu’s ass flexed one last time and then started to buckle wildly for several seconds. I assumed he was now pumping his virile seed into her unprotected womb. He remained inside my wife for almost five minutes, as his body continued to throb and deposit his cum into her. They caressed and kissed before he finally moved.