Indian Husband Watches Wife Get Ready For Night Out

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“Yes, dear.”

“When we look at your dick, we will know exactly what we don’t want.”

“Yes, dear.”

“My, my.” Sabrina leaned in for a closer look at my exposed genitals. “You are already starting to drip some of that pathetic disgusting filth out of your cock. You are such a wuss!”

“Sorry, dear.” I apologized, aware that I was leaking some precum.

“Look at yourself.” Sabrina grabbed my balls and gave me a little shake. “My, what a pitiable man you are!”

She continued to alternately jiggle my balls and rub a finger across my dick.

“I hope you are not thinking about cumming, are you?” She asked me.

“No, dear.”

“Hmm, did I give you permission to cum?” She started to rub me again vigorously.

“No, dear.”

It was torture. I tried to desperately think of anything other than my present predicament to avoid cumming. I tried to think about last night’s cricket game. I tried to picture my grandmother. I tried to think about the food I had eaten for lunch. Anything to stop thinking of how her dainty little fingers were gently gliding across my turgid hardness.

“Just think of three women laughing,” Sabrina continued, stroking me hard. “Laughing hysterically at the picture of your tiny little cock, and that pathetic little asshole, up in the air, for all to see, ready to be whipped. Are you embarrassed?”

“Yes, dear.”

“You know what’s funny?” My wife laughed. “Maybe I will run into one of your friends at a bar, and show him your fucking little picture, huh?”

Sabrina now grabbed my balls with one hand, and rubbed her saliva onto my dick with the other, and started to press her thumb across the hardness of my manhood, gently at first, and then furiously.

“Almost close to cumming, eh?” She taunted me.

“Yes, dear.”

“Did I give you permission to cum?”

“No, dear.”

“Do you want to get a spanking all night, Amit?”

“No, dear.”

“Then you better not cum, darling.”

“Yes, dear.” I groaned. I was now moaning. My body started to convulse. I would not be able to hold out for long, and my wife knew it.

“Now what shade of lipstick should I wear, darling?” Sabrina asked me, expecting no reply. “I have to attract a real man – you know – not another loser like you.”

“Yes, dear. Aahh..” I was so close!

My wife lessened the pace of her strokes as she concentrated now on her lipstick.

“You shouldn’t even be considering the thought of cumming.” She told me. “I hope it’s hard for you – it’s difficult for you – all that filthy disgusting sperm of yours building up in your small little balls.”

“Yes, dear. Oh, fuck.”

“Now, now, no cursing dear.” My wife continued to milk me. “You sound like a bitch. Is it difficult, dear? No cumming!”

Sabrina placed the tip of her forefinger on the bulbous head of my penis. I was now about to cum.

“Do you want to stay in this position all night, Amit?”

“No, dear.”

“Then you better not cum, you piece of fuck. Are you having a hard time, you fucking loser?”

“Yes, dear.”

My wife now had wrapped her fingers around my penis and was slowly tugging me to and fro, bringing me close to my edge. I moaned.

“No cumming, slave boy.” My wife warned me.

“Ooh, ooh.”

“What a little bitch you are, my husband, with your ass hanging up and letting your wife milk you like that!”

That did it. It all built up to that moment as my wife called me a little bitch, and her slave, and it put me over the edge. I lost my control at that point and my body started to contort.

“What. The. Fuck.” Sabrina exclaimed as I started to ejaculate.

“Ahhh… sorry, dear … ahhhh.”

“You. Fucking. Loser.”

“I am so sorry, dear. Ahhhh….”

“Look at that big, disgusting load.”

I continued to cum as Sabrina held my gradually softening manhood in a tight grip. When I was done, Sabrina walked over and rubbed her hands on a towel.

“You are a real loser, Amit.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Now you are going to get punished for cumming.”

“Yes, dear.”

As the last drop of my cum trickled down to the floor, I sighed and got myself ready. The night was just beginning.

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