Indian wife’s old lover the milkman returns, with friends

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My own cock was now out of my underwear and I was stroking it. How familiar this feeling was to me — to masturbate while watching another man enjoy my wife! I gasped as Ramu began to slowly work his giant rod into my wife’s stretched open pussy. Vidya was moaning and grunting, pounding on Ramu’s back with her hands. Slowly and steadily, Ramu kept up his invasion of her cunt. Soon, Ramu had his entire length buried in my wife. They laid still together, for a few minutes, then after a few more moments of slow thrusting, Ramu began to pound that big dick in and out of my wife’s cunt with all of his energy. He lifted his hips away, until he was almost out, and then slammed back down into her. Even through the tiny speakers of my laptop, I could hear her wet cunt slurping loudly as it succumbed to Ramu’s onslaught.

“What if your husband could see us now?” Ramu, as if magically reading my mind, suddenly taunted Vidya, as he pressed deep against my wife. “He would probably just stand there, taking in the sight like the coward he was!”

“Mmmm …. mmmm.” Vidya was too lost in her thoughts and could only moan as her cunt was being stretched apart by the huge cock.

“What a wimp!” Ramu continued, “I’m sure I would have given him a nice performance by fucking his wife in front of him. What a pathetic bastard. I am ravishing his wife. And on his bed too.”

“Oooh, Ramu!” Vidya crooned, as Ramu once more pushed into her.

For some time, Ramu stopped his pumping. He kissed my wife, with his cock buried deep in her. Vidya was now shaking, so Ramu let her subside and then whispered something in her ear. Whatever it was, it made Vidya open her eyes and laugh.

“My husband?” She grinned. “Why are you after him? He’s a nice man, a sweet husband, leave him alone!”

“No, I want to know. What would he say if he saw us right now?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Clearly Vidya wasn’t too interested in this line of conversation. “I mean, if he was here, he would probably be hiding in the bedroom closet.”

Like the first time I had been hiding when Ramu had taken my wife.

“His pants would probably be on the floor at his ankles, and his underwear down,” Vidya continued, playing up the fantasy for Ramu. Ramu seemed to take particular delight at cuckolding one of the upper class “gentlemen”.

“And he would shamelessly have his tiny pecker in his hands, stroking himself while listening to the rhythmic creaking of the bed springs and the loud, orgasmic moans of pleasure from me, his darling wife, as I was pounded again and again by you. Ramu. My dark skinned lower class lover who now had his penis buried deep inside me.”

“Oh, yes, exactly.” Ramu seemed to like what she said and started to bonk her again.

The fantasy was almost too real for Vidya as well. I heard her gasp as Ramu pumped the air out of her with his thrusts. When he wasn’t mauling her huge breasts or slapping her cheeks, Ramu used his strong, piston-like arms to raise and lower his waist as he thrust in and out of my wife. She now had her legs wrapped around Ramu’s pelvis, her nails pressed deep into his back. My wife’s eyes were shut as Ramu’s big balls slapped repeatedly – thunk! thunk! – against the flesh of her thighs.

Then, his tempo and power increased even more and Vidya went completely wild. She was delirious with lust and passion, scraping his back with her nails, pulling his ass deeper between her legs. She was fucking him like some animal locked in mortal combat.

“Oh, God! Oh Gooooddddddd!” Vidya cried out. A shiver ran through me as I realized she was having yet another orgasm. Vidya started to hump Ramu harder, moving her lower abdomen to match his thrusts. He kept on pounding, with a grin on his face. It was clear he was completely in control, and savouring the fact that he was making the wife of another man climax. He, the lower class sudra, the dark skinned day labourer, enjoying the body of a gori, the fair skinned upper caste lady like Vidya.

I started to erupt. I couldn’t control it any more. Ramu’s fucking and his taunting and Vidya’s tacit approval of that mocking all built it up for me. I started to splurt huge amounts of cum as I listed to both Vidya and her lover approaching their own orgasms.

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