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

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Vidya turned to climb back up the stairs. I could see several pairs of eyes watching my wife’s back as she ascended the stairs.

“Where did you find such a maal, Ramu?” One of the men said. I recognized him as Feroz, one of the other guards. Feroz was Wasim’s friend, the one to whom he had made a comment about Vidya. “She’s quite hot.”

“You haven’t seen half yet,” Ramu grinned. “Eh, Wasim?”

“She is something.” Wasim slyly agreed.

“She doesn’t realize what’s she’s in for.” Another man said, and then everyone joined in the laughter. I recognized him as Jeet. Jeet ran a small dhaba down the street from the gates of the community. I didn’t recognize the fifth guy yet.

Suddenly Feroz let out a whisle. Ramu actually stood up and went to the stairs. Vidya was coming down.

Vidya was wearing a satin nightie. It was black, went down to her knees, and was one of her favourites since it was so comfortable. I also loved it on her, since it was so flimsy and easy to maneuver when fucking her. It was sleeveless, and straps over her shoulders held the nightie in place. Vidya looked like a sensual movie actress gliding down the stairs where Ramu met her and took her hand in his.

All the men now stood in a type of circle as Ramu led Vidya into the centre of that gathering. The men’s eyes were lit up, expectant, and Vidya shuddered at the hungry vibes being sent her way. I could sense the unbelievable lust in those men from all the way across here in my hotel in Mumbai!

Vidya was not even allowed to steady herself when they all reached out to grab whatever body part of her was nearest. Five pairs of hands reached out and touched her, sliding all over her body. Vidya stood still while ten hands explored every inch of her, squeezing her tits, tweaking the hard nipples as she moaned. All the men moved in like animals in heat.

Vidya threw her head back and closed her eyes as a couple of the hands moved down to her pussy. She was being pushed and pulled as her bums and breasts became the focus of the entire group. Feroz pulled one of her thighs, forcing her legs farther apart, and Vidya shuddered as he drove several fingers into her snatch through her nightie.

“Man, is this bitch ready to fuck!” he exclaimed, “She’s soaking wet in here! Nice and tight, too! Isko chodne mei mazaa ayega! We’ll have fun fucking this slut.”

Ramu was squeezing her breast, Jeet was pinching her bum, while the fifth man, who I later found out was a local garage mechanic called Mithun, had his hands inserted into her anus.

“Damn!” Mithun yelled out in an incredulous voice, “Her ass is greased already! She’s ready for more than just fucking. This is not a pantie she is wearing. It’s a thong.”

Then the apparent gang leader, Wasim, stood up and grabbed Vidya by her hair.

“C’mon memsaab. Time to get rid of that nightie.”

“Look, Wasim.” Clearly things were moving fast and Vidya wanted to slow it down. “Let’s go to the bedroom, one by one, and I will gladly …”

“Memsaab. Memsaab.” Wasim shook his head sadly, and then raised his hand.

SLAP!

SLAP!

Two sharp slaps across both of her cheeks from Wasim made Vidya cry out in pain. The other men all watched in awe as this lowly guard slapped this respectable housewife in front of everyone. Vidya’s eyes were downcast, and her face flush with embarrassment and shame at being humiliated like this. Wasim once again grabbed her by her chin.

“Randi. Slut.” He said. “Abhi se mukh kholegi toh sirf lund choosne ya kiss karne (if you open your mouth now, it should be to suck a cock or kiss one). Got it?”

Vidya looked at his eyes, and then nodded fervently.

It was some sight to see my respectable wife being treated like some bazaari aurat, a woman of the street. Wasim’s roughness seemed to have once again brought out the inner submissive in her.

“Good.” Moving suddenly, he pulled up the bottom of my wife’s knee length nightie and lifted it up and at the same time ripped one shoulder strap downwards. Meanwhile someone else had grabbed the other end of the nightie and I could hear a ripping sound.

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