Indian wife is dominated by guard and construction foreman

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Would those men think that Vidya was a housewife from a good family, or did they know about the sordid activities of this “memsaab”? Would they guess that not only was she just wearing a bra, but that was the only thing she was wearing, and she was naked otherwise? Would they guess from the expression on her face when Wasim would rub the thick sticky head of his dick against her ass cheek that there was someone else behind her?

As a prelude to fucking her, Wasim ran his fingers down her butt hole. Vidya moaned and closed her eyes as she felt his fingers run down her ass crack and reach her pussy.

“My dear memsaab.” Wasim laughed. “You are so wet already! Didn’t your husband fuck you enough while you went away with him?”

Vidya said nothing as Wasim continued to finger her. I had noticed that Wasim always liked to taunt me whenever he was fucking my wife. As if my wife submitting to him was not enough!

Vidya was truly a wanton slut. Here she was, being degraded and humiliated by this man, and yet she was getting aroused at what Wasim was doing to her. By now the guard had slipped two fingers inside her now wet cunt and started gradually finger-fucking her. Slowly, surely, Vidya began to lose her inhibitions and her moans became louder.

“Oh, Wasim. Oh, Wasim!”

Suddenly Wasim stopped fingering her. He withdrew his hand and then raised it. Before Vidya could fathom what was going on, that hand came down sharply on her left butt cheek.

SPANK!

“Ow!” Vidya cried out softly, but otherwise made no further sound.

SPANK!

A small red mark appeared on her butt cheek. Vidya grunted with each spank but said nothing.

SPANK!

Vidya still said nothing. She was a proud woman. She also knew better than to anger Wasim further.

SPANK!

Vidya bore the beating quietly. She also did not want to draw any attention from the men below.

SPANK!

“OWWW. That hurts, Wasim.” Finally Vidya was unable to remain silent. Her ass was now becoming bright red.

SPANK!

“Don’t lie to me again, memsaab.” Wasim grunted, continuing to spank her. “Next time, it will be more severe.”

SPANK!

“I am very sorry, Wasim.” Vidya’s pride was now gone and she was apologizing profusely. “I won’t do it again. I swear, Wasim!”

SPANK!

“Please forgive me, Wasim. I am sorry, Wasim. I won’t do it again, Wasim.”

SPANK!

“Good. Good.” Wasim tenderly rubbed the red butt cheek. “Now say you are my bitch.”

SPANK!

“I am your bitch, Wasim. You know that. I am your randi. Your rakhel. Your mistress.”

“Good girl!” Wasim seemed pleased. “Now spread your legs, and keep your butt up. I am going to fuck your gaand. Not your cunt, memsaab, but your gaand, as punishment.”

“Yes, Wasim. I understand, Wasim. Please be gentle with me. Your lund — your cock — is so huge!”

Wasim spit on his hands and rubbed his dick a couple of times. That was the only lubrication he afforded my wife. Before she knew what was going on, he placed his dick in the crack of her ass and pushed.

“AAAAAAAHHHH!” Vidya cried out, as she felt Wasim’s giant cock bury into her. “Slowly, Wasim. Slowly! OOOOOOH!”

Wasim was in no mood to take it slow and steady. Pretty soon he had his pecker buried deep in my wife. Almost instantly, he started pounding her ass hard, grabbing her waist. With each thrust, Vidya’s moans became louder and louder. The pace was so rapid, her boobs slapped hard against the granite window sill that she was bent over.

“Like it?” Wasim asked moving one hand to her shoulder and making her straighten a little.

“UGGGHGG! AAAAAAH!” Vidya could only moan as Wasim continued to pound her.

“Good! We are going to have a lot of fun, memsaab.”

He didn’t last long. I saw his butt clench, and his face contort, and soon he began pumping his semen into my wife’s ass. When he finally withdrew his cock from her buttocks, there was an audible plop sound.

Vidya was a mess. She was lying bent over the kitchen sill. Her bra had come loose and fallen to the floor. Thick wads of cum ran down her butt and thighs, along with her own juices. Wasim patted her bright red buttocks. He pinched her sharply where he had just spanked her, making her yelp.

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