Indian wife starts an affair with an older neighbor

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I wondered what it was that attracted her to this old man. Was it because he was ex-military and therefore in top physical shape, despite his age? Or was it because he was an arrogant prick? Balachandra had that self-satisfied smirk and a confidence that came from his big cock. I knew Vidya was always attracted to that. All women were.

Vidya’s butt cheeks rippled and quivered every time that Balachandra slammed his pelvis into her. Balachandra soon was banging my wife harder, and faster. Her ass and thighs now made loud slapping noises. Balachandra let go of her breasts and placed his hands on her hips. Vidya’s boobs, now free from her lover’s marauding hands, dangled down and gyrated wildly as she was being taken in this manner. Balachandra gave her butt the occasional slap.

“Oh my love!” Suddenly Vidya gushed out aloud. So far she had been silent, but now her own hips began to buckle. I was watching my wife start the pangs of yet another orgasm. She was shaking and letting out little noises that she never made when I made love to her.

“Ah, Balachandraji. I am cumming!” I could see Vidya was now helpless to her desires, her body bucking as she was being ravaged.

“Alright, bahu.” Balachandra grinned. “Time for your breakfast.”

He tapped her on her butt. Vidya, still recovering from her orgasm, stood up shakily as Balachandra’s erect dick popped out. She then turned to face him and knelt down. Balachandra placed his cock on her lips, and guided it into her mouth.

“Oh, bahu, you are such an amazing cock sucker. So hungry!” Balachandra gushed.

My wife was giving my neighbor a blowjob. And as I watched, it became clear that it was an eager, enthusiastic blowjob. I could see her thrusting her face forward to take as much of his dick in as possible. Every time she thrust forward, the fat on her naked squatting ass jiggled. She was even making gagging noises I could hear through the laptop speakers.

That was enough for me. I started to cum, even as I watched Balachandra start to cum in her mouth. I cummed long and hard, wetting myself and my underwear completely. On the screen, I could see Vidya lick her lover’s penis and take in every single drop of his semen.

I shut down the laptop, deep in thought. This was Sunday morning. I still had two and half days to go.

For the next couple of days I hardly switched on the laptop, only viewing my wife’s adultery occasionally. What was the point? I knew what I wanted to know; I had seen what I had expected to see. I stayed in my room, ordered in food, and went out swimming at the pool. I tried not to think of Vidya and what she was doing.

I had a good life. I had a great wife who was great in bed and took care of my sexual needs. So she also had a right to take care of her sexual needs. And I had allowed her. I had asked her. I kept telling myself that she was cheating on me because I had urged her to, not because I couldn’t satisfy her.

Finally, on Tuesday night, I switched on the laptop. I was coming home tomorrow. Let’s see what my slutty wife was up to on the last night with her paramour.

Both of them, as expected, had no stitch of clothes on their body. It was as if they had become nudists this whole time.

Balachandra was watching TV in the living room. He had a glass of what looked like vodka beside him. That was my vodka, in my vodka glass. And of course my naked wife beside him. Vidya was to his side, sipping a beer. I saw my wife, cuddled up with her lover’s arm around her, purr contentedly as he absent mindedly played with her nipples. From time to time her hand stroked his balls.

“Bahu,” Suddenly Balachandra commanded. “Get on your knees. My dick needs your mouth.”

“Yes, Balachandraji.”

Obediently Vidya hustled to do as she was told to. She looked down at his thick long dick, and after a moment of pause and a hungry expression on her face, put her lips on the head of his penis. The scary part for me was that he wasn’t even hard, and Vidya struggled to take it in completely. She bobbed her head up and down, working slowly on his shaft, her mouth stretched wide around it. Balachandra smiled down at my wife, smirking. Her jet black hair hung down on his thighs, and her butt stuck out as she knelt before the older man.

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