A great pang of inadequacy hit me, as I realized this blue collar worker, who could be working for years to earn what I earned in a day, was soon going to fuck my wife. And I was powerless to stop it, hiding in the closet and wanking off to the sight of my married wife’s pussy getting a good old fashioned pounding by a stud.
Vidya had her hands wrapped completely around his tool and was giving him a thorough hand rub. She needn’t have bothered as Ramu was as hard as a rock. His penis looked like a huge weapon, ready for action. Ramu made Vidya sit up and he himself went down on his knees and started to lick her pussy. After a bit he pushed two big fingers inside her pussy and started finger fucking my wife. I could see the sunlight glistening in her hole as she was totally wet by then. Vidya was by now moaning loudly, begging Ramu to take her.
Ramu pushed himself against Vidya. He moved his hips up and pressed the head of his giant cock at her opening. He pushed forward and Vidya pushed back. She was so wet that in one motion, Ramu slid the entire length of his cock into her pussy. He soon had a rhythm going. I could hear the loud “thop” “thop” “thop” “thop” “thop” pumping sound, with my wife Vidya matching her lover thrust for thrust.
I realized that I was now, for the second time in my life, watching another man take my wife in our bedroom. With my full consent, my wife was now being penetrated by another well hung stud, a bull, while I massaged my dick in the closet. And what’s more, Vidya knew I was there – she was the one who told me to be there!
A message from Vidya suddenly lit up my iPad, breaking my thoughts. I realized Vidya had sent a timed sms to me, pre-programming her phone to send me this message at a specific time. Ignoring the loud moans from the bed, I clicked to read her message.
“CUCKOLD (noun) – a man whose wife has committed adultery, often regarded as an object of scorn.”
So there it was, my wife was telling me in no uncertain terms what she thought of me, at the same time as our milkman was exploring her innermost depths. The words made me flush red with shame, as I realized her description was true – she was getting a thorough fucking by our milkman and I was incapable of stopping her, and she was scorning me. I was a cuckold.
As he pumped her, Ramu was complimenting Vidya on her breasts, taking them in his hands and squeezing them up to lick each nipple in turn. He then told her, “Look at you, Vidya, moaning like a cheap prostitute, getting a fuck from me, your milkman. Doesn’t your husband satisfy you like this?”
“Mmm…mmm …” Vidya was in her own zone. “My husband has a small cock, Ramu. It’s not even fit to be called a cock.”
“Then I,” Ramu declared with an evil smile as he drilled her, “am reaching parts of you that your husband has never been.”
“Oh yes! Oh yes!”
I came in my pants, shooting into my hand, at the same time as Ramu ejaculated in her. Vidya was in heaven as Ramu pumped, and pumped, and pumped, his seed into her. As his balls slapped against her thighs, he kept calling her all types of names – randi (prostitute), chudail (witch), chutiya (pussy), kutti (bitch), bhos (cunt) and so on. Vidya, the wife of a respected employee of a global Indian company, was lapping it all up, as she writhed around on the bed in ecstasy. Our milkman was insulting her with the vilest of insults, and she was content to be impaled on his monster tool. Ramu’s hips buckled as he continued to ejaculate into her womb.
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