“How long will you continue to see him, darling?” I asked Vidya, as she moved her hips in tune to my thrusts.
“Honey!” Vidya laughed. “You saw the size of Ramu’s monster. Do you have to ask? I thought that’s what you wanted? You think you can pretend you don’t want me to see him anymore, but that tiny dick of yours that’s so hard now inside my clit isn’t lying, my little cuckold. He’s huge, and when that cock goes inside your wife, she becomes a different person, dear. I want him.”
I must have made a face, for Vidya then taunted me, “Awww, what’s wrong honey? You look so scared and sad … hehe … I know, I know, baby, it’s tough to see me with a real man’s dick. I know it looks like you could never please me again, but that’s why I wanted you to watch, sweetie.”
That did it. Vidya’s taunts put me over the edge. With a grunt, I started to cum in her. When I was finally done, I collapsed on her, drained.
Vidya gently cupped my cheeks, kissed me a deep, long, loving kiss.
“Happy anniversary, darling.” She said, hugging me tightly. “I love you. I hope you loved your present. You are not mad, are you, darling? Please? Talk to me, sweetie.”
“Oh no! I loved my gift, dear! Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” I gushed, grateful for a hot, slutty wife like Vidya. “I LOVED IT!”
“Really?” Vidya’s eyes lit up. She kissed me again and again. “I was so worried. I was so nervous as to how you would take it. I am so glad to have you as my husband, darling, I really am a lucky woman!”
We kissed several times as we made wild love all day.
The next morning as I left for work, I ran into Ramu at the gate. He greeted me with a polite smile and a nod. My emotions and feelings were confused as I answered and headed out, now with the secure knowledge that this ordinary milkman had actually fucked my wife every day for the last 2 weeks, several times daily, and moreover, was heading up to do the same again in my absence. What really turned me on was that my wife was being penetrated by a guy with a huge penis, much larger than mine, and he was fucking my wife in my house, on my own bed. Vidya did things with him that she never came close to doing with me, and she let him do things to her that I could only dream about. Ramu was quite rough at times with her, and Vidya willingly went along with him.
Sometimes I wondered if Ramu was stretching my wife’s cunt beyond recovery with all that sex. When she asked me (sometimes) to fuck her at night, she complained that she could hardly feel my tiny dick. Every time I had to leave town for a business, I knew he kept her bed warm, and her pussy warmer. Ever since our marriage, she’s never been fucked so hard and so deep for so long. And it kept me turned on all day at work to think of what he was doing to her in my absence. Once I came home and found Vidya applying some cream to her very red buttocks. When I asked her about it, she simply told me with a smile, “Oh, I was a naughty girl today, and I was punished for it.”
This continued until Ramu had to go back to his village because of some family crisis, and he wasn’t going to return to the city in the near future. My wife Vidya had been Ramu’s mistress and sex slave for nearly three months by then. The last day he came to visit her, he had her four times, once cumming in the mouth, once shoving it up her the ass, and twice she did him in the kitchen, taking his monster cock up her cunt for one last, good-bye fuck. When I came home, I found her sleeping on the sofa, covered in love bite marks and dried cum, her butt covered with red crimson welts from Ramu’s spanking.
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