“Go, lie down on the bed now, bahu.” Balachandra ordered, taking off his shirt. He was now fully naked, and I noticed with shame that where I had gone slightly fat, Balachandra even at his age had kept himself fully fit.
“Yes, Balachandraji.”
Without another word, Vidya did as she was ordered. She went to lay down on the bed on her back, spreading her legs, and looked at her lover expectantly. He didn’t disappoint. Balachandra climbed onto the bed, roughly grabbed my wife’s thighs and spread Vidya’s legs even further open. In one quick move he pushed his hard cock into my wife’s pussy. Vidya grunted loudly at the swift invasion.
“Uggh!” Vidya’s eyes grew big. “Oh, Balachandraji!”
“Oh, Vidya! You’re so wet, bahu.” My neighbor exulted. “You must like being slapped, huh? It sure feels good stretching your tight little choot. Mmmm, you feel so good, bahu.”
There was no doubt now that my wife was having an affair for some time now. I watched as my wife’s legs began to wrap around Balachandra’s hips and her arms went to his neck. I couldn’t really blame her for cheating on me; not only did Balachandra have a huge penis but he was banging her vehemently.
“Oh, Balachandraji. OH YES!” She mumbled. “Harder, harder! Oh, Balachandraji.”
Balachandra was fucking her furiously. I was watching another man penetrating my wife, taking what was rightfully mine, in my own bed. It was a passionate scene.
“Your husband’s a sissy, bahu.” Balachandra taunted. “You need a big, strong, macho man taking your cunt. Instead, you got him. Good thing you found me, eh? You love this, don’t you?”
“Oh YES! OH YES! Balachandraji, I love you!”
He was right. Vidya did indeed love what he was doing to her. He was humping her. She in turn was pumping her hips hard back into Balachandra’s. Vidya’s breathing was coming in loud gasps and moans. She was clinging to him with all of her strength. From all signs I could tell that my wife was approaching an orgasm. From just being fucked. Something I couldn’t do.
I suddenly became aware of the rock-hard erection I had. As I watched Vidya start to moan, I couldn’t take it anymore. Without even touching my cock, I felt it start to spurt. My legs felt wobbly as I reached back for a chair and sat down, and watched the action on screen, even as I started to cum in my pants and underwear.
“OH BALACHANDRAJI!” My wife was shouting now, even as her lover buried his cock deep inside her and the two were shaking the bed furiously. Our bed. Our marital bed.
I turned away from the laptop. My pants were now wet with cum. It was the look of pleasure and pain on my wife’s face as her lover entranched his penis deep into her that had made me shoot my load.
I simply sat there and listened to the sounds of my wife getting thoroughly shagged by my neighbor. A range of emotions ran through me. I was angry. Angry that she was hiding it from me. Jealous that an old man was doing her. And finally, helplessly, shamefully, I was also very turned on. I had wanted to see Vidya getting well and truly bonked, and here it was. My wife was putting on quite the show.