“I … I ….” I was temporarily at a loss for words.
“Let’s say,” Vidya turned to me, moved her hand gently down my body and started to knead my balls. “Let’s say you come home early from work one day, unannounced, and enter the house to give me a surprise. You hear strange noises coming from the bedroom.”
“Go … on.” I managed to croak as Vidya started to rub her fingers gently on my penis.
“Someone is moaning, grunting, and as you approach the door, you hear the bed creaking.” Vidya was now stroking my dick, which was fully turgid. “And now, Rajesh, you fear the worst. Someone has gotten into the house, is with your wife in the bedroom, and … well you know, so you creep to the door, ready to burst in.”
Vidya paused her story to take off her bra. She then parted her legs and asked me to move into position and start licking her. That was another great thing about sex with Vidya. It was efficient — there was no time spent trying to understand what she wanted via “subtle hints”. Vidya knew what she wanted, and she would tell you. Right now it was “Lick my cunt, honey.”
As I started to lap at her glistening cunt, and rub my throbbing hardness against her foot, Vidya continued her story.
“What would you do Rajesh, when you slowly open the door and find me lying on my back on the bed, eyes closed with ecstasy, legs up in the air, and a dark skinned brawny guy between my legs, thrusting his manhood into me, again and again?”
“I … I don’t really know, Vidya … why do you ask?” I moved up and started to suck her nipples.
“Imagine,” Gently twisting my ears, Vidya continued, “A big, dark rod going in-and-out, in-and-out, into my pussy. You know your puny little dick is no competition to this giant. And all the while I am being fucked by this guy, I am shouting, ‘Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh yes! OH MY GOD! You are so much bigger than my husband! You are reaching deeper into me than he can ever do! OH YES! This is what a real cock feels like!'”
I was breathing hard now, and so was Vidya. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up so that our mouths met in a deep, long, wet kiss. My hard penis slid into her well lubricated pussy. I was now thrusting deep and hard into her while she buckled under my pounding.
“Oh, yes! Oh yes! What would you do Rajesh? Would you be man enough to step in and pull your wife’s secret lover away from her? Or would you stand in the doorway and watch, while you wank yourself? Would you continue to watch while my lover pushed himself as deep as he could into me? Would you continue to jack off as this man cuckolds you, his balls slapping against me as he fucks me harder and harder? The moment when he finally deposits his load further into me than you can ever do? OH YES!”
We both exploded simultaneously for twenty seconds of raw, intense, violent frenzy. I just came and came. It was pretty much the best sex we ever had. From then on, Vidya would occasionally use her “cheating scenario” to spice up our sex life. Sometimes when we would be having sex, she would pretend some other guy (with a larger appendage, obviously) was fucking her. Other times, she would take the name of Mohan. I knew Mohan was the guy in Vidya’s college who had the largest sized dick, according to her. So when I would be thrusting into her, Vidya would tell me what Mohan used to do to her, getting more and more specific, until I would explode in her.
So, coming back to the present, when Vidya suggested she seduce Gaurav, I looked at her to see if she was joking, or starting another sexual game.
“What are you saying, honey?” I asked her.
“Imagine,” Vidya’s eyes lit up as she considered her plan, “You are so good at those electronics stuff; you could probably fit a few cameras discretely in this house. We could invite Gaurav to watch an IPL, or some other cricket match, here. He doesn’t even know you are trying to uncover proof against him. And once he’s here, you make some excuse and leave, and bam! I seduce him, he fucks me, and we have him by the balls!”
