Indian wife starts an affair with an older neighbor

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My wife Vidya starts an affair with a neighbor – Rajesh.. The morning after our conversation about opening up our marriage, I tried to laugh it off as just dirty pillow talk. Sex talk at night, when you are horny, is a very different situation than in the cold harsh light of the morning.

Indian wife and husband discuss her taking on other lovers

I have watched my wife enveloped in the throes of an orgasm with another man between her legs – twice. It was a sight to savour as Vidya uninhibitedly enjoyed the pleasure that only a large penis could give her, and I couldn’t. I still get hard thinking about Ramu’s huge dark rod invading her fair pussy. It’s a spectacle to see Vidya, unrestrained, enjoying raw sex, even if that was with another man.

Jealousy was also the other primary reaction. It is definitely not easy to remain without emotions when you see your wife being pounded by another man and her face betrays the fact that’s she’s getting satisfaction from another penis. The only thing that kept me going through those affairs was that I loved Vidya more than anything in the world and I wanted to see her happy. And she was happy. And that she loved me equally, despite having another man humping her daily, because I let her do it.

I know that now, even when she is having sex exclusively with me, sometimes she is thinking about Ramu. Or Mohan. Or any of her other former lovers. Her legs might be wrapped around my hips, even as I pathetically tried to pleasure her, but she was picturing someone else in her mind. Vidya would often take Ramu’s name during sex with me. It was this fact that had led me to suggest that Vidya make another affair a reality.

Moreover, it’s not easy to know that she is only consenting to fuck you out of a sense of pity and a sense of duty. It might be better, so I had argued to myself, if Vidya enjoyed sex with her lover, leaving her free to enjoy sex with me, without picturing someone else. But again, once it was morning, I didn’t feel that way.

Vidya was equally feisty, telling me I had cum twice at the thought of another man’s penis penetrating her. When I denied it, she became playful and asked me to kneel down in front of her. She then proceeded to twist my ears and playfully scold me for thinking of her with another man. Immediately after a few such tugs at my ears, her hands went to my tiny penis and she naughtily commented that I had become hard just by thinking about being cuckolded.

“I can’t even tell if you are hard, darling.” Vidya impishly teased me. “Such a tiny penis.”

I had nearly cum at that. I was caught, and had to admit the idea was hot. Vidya grinned, and told me not to deny my true nature. We both laughed, kissed and made passionate love afterwards.

Life settled into a routine after that. As the days went by though, I began to forget about that discussion. It was something I felt I did in a moment of weakness. For the next three months, I relegated the thought of an open marriage to the back of my mind. Vidya would never cheat on me, I told myself. She loves me too much, and I love her deeply as well. Even if I find the idea of her cheating on me hot. Even I start to cum whenever she takes another man’s name in bed.

Work suddenly got very busy, and I was put in charge of some important national projects. A few days I came home as late as 9 pm. I even had to fly to New Delhi and Mumbai a few times for work, and stay a couple of days there, or more, each time.

“Don’t worry, darling.” Vidya would sweetly tell me every time I had to break the news of my travels to her. “You are doing this for a promotion, for a raise, for our future. I understand.”

And then she would proceed to fuck me dry before I left. She had a way of rubbing her pelvis against my dick and squeezing me once I was inside. It would render me helplessly aroused and I would soon be on the point of cumming. Once I had ejaculated into her, I would thank her even as she would start to laugh.

“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart.” Vidya would kiss my cheeks and whisper into my ears. “You are my husband. Feel free to cum in my pussy any time. Other men have to ask for my permission; you just have to take me. If you are man enough, that is, hehe.”

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