“Oh, Wasim. Have mercy. Please don’t cum inside me.” My wife softly pleaded. “I am not on the pill.”
“Oh, no, memsaab.” Wasim grinned, his teeth baring an evil sneer. “I am going to cum inside you, my bitch, and fill your Hindu belly with my seed.”
He started to fuck her harder now. Vidya’s thin gold bangles were tinkling and her fingers desperately clawed at Wasim’s buttocks. My wife began to buckle under his fierce assault. She was struggling to stand, her thighs were spread lewdly, one ankle lifting from the ground to balance herself as Wasim drilled into her. The gold mangalsutra — that necklace every married Indian Hindu lady wore — bounced up and about around her neck with each thrust. Yet she once again repeated her plea.
“Please, Wasim.” Vidya begged. “I am not on the pill. Please use a condom. Or let me finish you with a blowjob.”
“No, memsaab. Let’s see if you get pregnant.”
Vidya’s pleas seem to have only made the lowly guard thrust harder into my wife. His huge frame moved like a car’s piston, pumping into her again and again. The sound of their raw sex, as flesh hit flesh, only got more intense. His powerful body held her up while he fucked her, a monument to his stamina and strength. He leaned in to her, placing his lips on hers.
A sharp pang of jealousy hit me as I witnessed my wife and her lover embrace in a passionate kiss. His tongue sought hers, and her tongue sought his, as they locked lips. Her chest heaved, pushing out her breasts as this filthy lower class guard ravaged her with his tongue even as his penis was ravaging her married cunt. A cunt that rightfully belong to only me. As they exchanged saliva, I could see Vidya’s toes begin to curl. She was having an orgasm.
“Oh Wasim! OH WASIM! Oh FUCK FUCK FUCK! CUM IN ME! PLEASE CUM IN ME!”
What?! She was now asking this man to cum inside her unprotected belly. Was she not on the pill, as she said? Would Wasim now cum inside her? Surely he wouldn’t!
I got my answer. Wasim grunted and then gave out a large roar, and pushed himself even deeper inside my wife, lifting her body completely from the ground and pinning her violently to the wall. His buttocks were now clenching and unclenching, and I could see his whole body start to shudder powerfully. He couldn’t hold himself back — he was now cumming hard inside her. Vidya was clinging fiercely to him — her hands wrapped around his neck, and her ankles locked behind his thighs. Wasim’s hips clenched and pushed in time with each spurt. He was swearing all the time, muttering something about “giving his Hindu bitch a Muslim baby” as he dumped his potent baby making juice inside my wife.
After a minute, Wasim’s body visibly relaxed as he finished unloading inside my wife, and he sighed with pleasure. Vidya watched him, and unbelievably she clasped her hands behind his neck and drew him in for another kiss! Wasim grunted with pleasure, and took his time savouring her as they embraced once again in a passionate lip lock. I could only see his back as he pressed against her, but her hands moved all over his back. Even as they kissed, his pecker was still buried deep inside my wife.