The younger guy ( Maybe nineteen something ), named Charan she was fucking, was saying lot of deep and meaningful porn movie stuff, like, “Ohhh, Memsaheb, your pussy is so tight! I’m gonna make you come hard!! I’m gonna fuck you deep.”
The camera zoomed in on their onscreen fucking, but that was by no means the only action going on in that bedroom. He saw his wife on his parent’s bed, on her knees, with her head down, facing the TV screen. She still had had her sky blue Maxi on, but it was pushed up over her ass. His father was kneeling behind her ass, and he was fucking his wife in doggy-style position.
In fact, the word “fucking” just doesn’t do justice to what he was doing to his wife at that moment. He was relentlessly pounding his wife’s pussy, hammering it like there was no tomorrow, slamming into it like a jackhammer.
He was holding her by the hips, like he didn’t want her to get away. The sounds she was making, and the things she was saying, made it clear she was perfectly happy to stay right where she was. And his father was only holding onto her for leverage.
“Oh, Baba,” Goutam heard his wife call out, “That’s fantastic!” She gasped, and went on, “You’re amazing!! Don’t slow down! I’ve already climaxed once, but I can feel another one on the way!” She made a throaty groaning sound, and said, “I think it’s gonna be a big one.”
His eyes were like saucers, as he watched the hot spectacle taking place in his parent’s bedroom. His mouth was hanging open, as he continued to look back at his wife, being royally fucked on his parent’s bed.
For a guy in his early fifties, his father had a lot of stamina, and he was showing a certain amount of style. He thrust relentlessly into his wife, fucking her like some kind of ‘Greek Hero’.
He almost expected him to start talking like ‘Dharmendra’ in ‘Razia Sultan’, as he said, “Bouma! I can’t believe how wet you are! And you’re so tight! I can never get over how tight you are.”
“I’m wet because of this hot South-Indian porn…. Ohhhhhh Baba, look at that young hero’s big cock…. it’s just like you,” His wife Protibha answered, lifting her head off from the pillow, and taking a deep breath through her mouth, “Moreover you always make me so wet!”
Hearing their conversations, he could guess his wife’s taboo relation with his father just started few days ago. He surely would find out that later but right now, he didn’t want to miss the extremely hot blue-show.
He then noticed his father kept on thrusting hard, each thrust deep, hard and precise, fucking his wife like a machine, like the machines he helped design and engineer at work.
His father’s body had become a precision instrument of pleasure, slamming his wife’s pussy with mechanical precision. His long nine inches glistening cock was going so deep with each pounding stroke, there could not have been a millimetre of her tunnel that wasn’t totally full of cock.
“Are you close, Baba?” His wife asked, lifting her head to speak, an urgent note in her voice. “If you are, just hold on a little longer,” pausing, taking a gasping breath, “You’re getting me right in my sweet spot.”