Indian wife is dominated by guard and construction foreman

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“Vidya.” Wasim repeated. “You still haven’t bought a yellow sari. I told you I want to see you in a yellow sari. Like the actress Raveena Tandon in the movie Mohra. It’s been more than a week since I have been telling you.”

“Yes, I am sorry, Wasim. I will try and buy one tonight.”

SLAP!

Wasim had raised his hand and slapped my wife. Vidya looked at him, a little frightful, but not surprised. It appeared that she had been expecting to be punished after the guard had his way with her. What had she said to him before? Yet every day I get slapped by you.

“I am sorry, Wasim.” She repeated. “I will buy a yellow sari tonight.”

SLAP!

“And why are you not on the pill? You know I don’t like to use a condom with you!”

“I am sorry, Wasim. I just forgot to take one today.”

SLAP!

“Hopefully, memsaab, you get pregnant.” Wasim grinned. “My seed is very fertile, they say. Now lick my cock clean, slut.”

It took Vidya sometime to fully recover after Wasim had left. Thick cum was still running all the way down her thighs and her hair was disheveled, her make up ruined and her buttocks red from Wasim’s pawing and kneading. There were two bright red marks on her rosy cheeks where she had been slapped. I watched as Vidya cleaned up the area and then went off to take a shower. Knowing that it was over, at least for the moment, I shut off the camera app.

Let me take a step back and start from the beginning. This particular latest sordid episode of my wife’s shameless saga of adultery had begun about two weeks ago.

I was just finishing up my breakfast before heading out to work. It had been a Monday, and I was so not feeling like going to office after spending a lovely super long weekend with my wife. I had taken Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off, and Vidya and I had rented a small cabin in a super luxurious resort an hour away. It was our fifth marriage anniversary and we had celebrated in style.

We spent the whole weekend doing nothing but making love and enjoying each other’s company. I had gone completely all out and made sure this was a holiday to remember. I pampered Vidya, giving her massages, foot rubs, back rubs, candle lit baths, getting her breakfast in bed and of course satisfying her as she wanted in my limited capacity as a man. I would often lick her ass, or go down on her orally until she would reach orgasm. Then I would be allowed a few minutes to dump my cum in her, in whichever hole of hers I preferred.

Mostly I chose to make love to her in the missionary position, and she humoured me by pretending to climax — even though the longest I managed to last was two minutes. A few times she gave me a blowjob. One time I asked her to take her anally, and she obliged, laughing when I tried to be a little rough with her, calling it “cute”. So small was my penis that I didn’t even need to use much lube.

It was a nice change for Vidya as well. She was getting some proper attention to her feminine needs from a loving man rather than being banged hard by some masculine lower class men. That’s how I comforted myself, even as my wife took the name of some other man every time I drilled into her.

Afterwards she would apologize to me for doing that.

“Hi sugar.” She would say. “You don’t mind me taking Ramu’s name during sex, do you, darling? It helps me reach orgasm soon, as you try to fill me up, baby doll.”

And of course I would reply, “Oh, no, dear. I don’t mind at all! Anything that makes you happy, makes me happy, dear.”

“Oh, you are such a sweetie pie, dear. Now bend down and kiss my foot.”

It was hard to believe, but it has been only over two and a half years since she took that first step towards cuckolding me, having that affair with my boss Gaurav. If you remember, it was supposed to be a one-time thing. And true to her words, Vidya had not had another affair for another 6 months. And then came our anniversary and Ramu the milkman. And that had been at my urging, so her affair with Ramu was really her anniversary gift to me. After she had been Ramu’s mistress for a while, it was only then that I had broached embracing this lifestyle fully to her. I still don’t know what I had been thinking when I proposed this to her — but it was to completely change our relationship.

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