“Yes, dear.”
“Well, since you just wanked off, you will need time to recuperate. After all, you are not Ramu. So I’d better tell you how a milkman got to fuck his malkin, and perhaps that will get you going again, eh, hubby darling?”
“Yes, dear.”
Vidya then slapped me, hard.
SLAP!
“You are nothing but a cuckold!”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“All you wanted was to see another man fuck your wife. You are not a real man.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“And now, you want to know how your wife started to be the rakhail of an ordinary milkman.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“And now, because of you, a lowly milkman has his way with me while you hide in the closet.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“I am treated like an ordinary whore by Ramu, because my husband’s cock can’t satisfy me in bed.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“This rough, low class, rude man slaps your wife and insults her, and all you do is ask for more.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“I have become a saali, a rakhail, a bhos, a chuttiya, a raandi – all because of you.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
I was now breathing hard, as was my wife. With each slap my cock rose up just a little. Vidya started her story.
“You remember, darling, the conversation we had the other day, about a month ago, when you rather shamelessly admitted you wouldn’t mind seeing me with another man in bed?”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“That got me thinking. I mean, sex with you is, I admit, pleasurable. And you do manage to make me cum. But it’s a lot of work on my behalf. Ever since Gaurav, I missed having someone just, you know, take me. Use me. Fuck me. I missed having a REAL dick in my pussy.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“So, next morning, since you seemed open to the idea, I started to think who could fuck me, who would I grant the privilege of making you a cuckold – again! At first I thought of your friends, but they are all like you – fat, geeky, shy. Not a real man. Then I thought of my old boyfriends, particularly Mohan. But I realized part of the thrill I was getting was that I needed to feel a new dick.”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“And then, the doorbell rang. I knew it was Ramu, who had come to deliver our milk. A thrill ran through my legs as I realized that Ramu could be my next lover. He was dark skinned, which I like, and I could see he had a ripping physique. And I have heard these lower class labourers can be pretty handy between their legs. And now we know he was good, eh?”
“Yes, dear.”
SLAP!
“I actually felt more comfortable with the idea of letting a 100-rupee-a-day labourer fuck me like a street side whore, than to let one of your middle class friends insert his dick into my married pussy.” Vidya confessed. “Does that make sense?”
“Yes, dear, it sounds cheap but it’s making me more excited.”
SLAP!
“That’s because you are not a real man, darling. That’s why Ramu can cum in me as he wants, while you need help.”
“Yes, dear.”
In addition to constantly slapping me for being a cuckold, Vidya also kept rubbing my dick, which was getting harder and harder. In particular, I was now eagerly awaiting the story of how Vidya seduced Ramu, once she decided on him.
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