“Just go for it, Bouma,” His father said, “I can hold on, but you’re makin’ it hard.”
“I like it hard,” His wife answered, pausing for another throaty gasp, “ And you never disappoint me.”
His father’s cock was doing serious business with his wife’s pussy. He realized somehow, on some level, it was making him excited to see his wife, was now lost in a world of ecstasy. She was talking about the wetness of her pussy, and the hardness of his father’s cock that was being driven into it.
Goutam’s throat was dry, and he felt that oily feeling of arousal in his lower belly, as his father pummelled his wife’s pelvis from behind. He was immersing himself in the voyeuristic pleasure….. given him by the woman whom he had married just two years ago.
He was transfixed by what he was seeing. So he stood there in the dark, being a perverted voyeur, watching his wife impaled on his father’s rigid, unyielding cock.
“You’ve got a beautiful body, Bouma,” Goutam heard his father say, a little breathlessly, “Fucking beautiful!” He added, as he kept on thrusting.
His wife replied, “I’m glad you like it, Baba,” pausing, gasping, “Because it’s now yours… not your son’s and any time you want it, you’ll get it.”
Goutam felt a pang of jealousy over his father as he noticed his wife put her head back down on the pillow. Then he saw her arch her back, changing the angle of her pussy slightly. After that she began to thrust back harder at his father, as he pounded into her madly.
“I’m gonna cum, Baba!” She said, and then louder, lifting her head, arching her back, she groaned, “I’mmmmmmm…… Baaabbbbaaaa…..,” pausing, gasping again, “Gonnaaaaaaaa….. cummmm…..!!”
His wife’s back arched again, and she clenched her fists on the bedsheet in front of her, as she lifted her head, and cried out, “Ohhhhhhh…… God, that feels so good Babaaaaaaaa……..!!”
Her whole body spasmed few times, each spasm bringing a throaty sound from her before her body relaxed. His father thrust hard from behind and pursed his lips. He gritted his teeth, and ramped up his thrusting. His pelvic movements became ragged and uneven, as he emptied his hot potent seed into his wife’s welcoming vagina.
Pritam’s thrusting slowed at last, and he stopped, still with his cock inside his Bouma’s, as he said, “I’ve had it, Bouma, I’ve gotta lie on the bed. You took everything out of me…. you’re my real Bouma and took care so much that you never let me feel your Sasurima’s absence….. I’m really lucky to have you as my Bouma.”
He withdrew his half-hard cock from his Bouma’s, as she said, “No no Baba, it’s my duty to keep you happy and I’m always ready to keep yourself free from any type of stress.”
Hearing that Goutam felt himself proud of having such a wonderful wife who really look after his father and didn’t let him feel his wife’s absence. He then noticed his wife rolling over on the bed, with her legs spread wide. She lay down on her back on his parent’s bed, holding out her arms for her Sasur to lie on her.