My Indian Slut Wife, Indian wife has sex with the milkman as anniversary gift

Indian wife has sex with the milkman as anniversary gift, My name is Rajesh and I am married to my sweetheart Vidya. Soon (in just over a month), we would be celebrating our third wedding anniversary. It was past 10.30 at night, and Vidya was lying on the bed reading, and I was working on my laptop on a project. (Read part 1 My Indian Slut Wife)

“Oh my fat husband,” Vidya called out from the bed. “Leave your laptop and come here. I need you to lick me, and then to fuck me. My pussy is tingling tonight.”

That was one great thing, amongst many great things, I loved about Vidya. Sex with her was very efficient. She was explicit and blunt about her needs. A nymphomaniac by nature, she would tell you exactly what she wanted to you do – no hunting around for “subtle hints”.

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“Yes, darling.”

Obediently, I shut my laptop and stood up. Walking over and standing beside the bed, to her left, I started to undress. My shirt came off first, followed by my watch. I then reached down and unbuckled the belt. Rolling down my jeans to my ankles, I stepped out of my pants. Vidya caught hold of the waistband of my underpants, slowly pulling them down. My small penis sprang free and hit her in the face. She laughed, and continued to roll down my underwear until I was completely naked.

You see, one year into our marriage, Vidya had implemented the Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM) policy. It was something she read in an erotic story by her favourite erotica writer, Tarek Zia. Vidya had made me read his stories a few times.

Tarek would write about being a young man in an affair with two maid servants, who would keep him naked in the house all day long. Vidya thought this was a great idea, and implemented this policy in our bedroom.

CFNM for us meant that whenever we would retire for the night, or get into bed for sex, I would have to completely strip before I was even allowed to get into the bed. Vidya, on the other hand, could be wearing whatever she wished. Tonight, Vidya was wearing a pink negligee of translucent material, which covered her till her knees.

Let me briefly describe our physical appearances here. I am your typical average height and built Indian male. Though physically healthy and fit, I have a paunch around my tummy area – that Vidya had recently started to make fun of. She would lovingly call me “Fatty, come here” or “Oh my fat husband, suck my vagina”, and so on. My penis isn’t anything to write home about either – Vidya calls it ‘small, cute and functional’. My wife, of course, has seen and played with much larger cocks than mine. I am a shy, introvert, bookish kind of guy who was a virgin until our wedding night.

Vidya, on the other hand, is my polar opposite. She remained completely physically fit, even after our marriage when Indian women typically get fat. She exercised religiously, and at 5’8″ was taller than most Indian women. When she was without heels, she matched my height. Sometimes she would wear heels just to be a little taller than me, and people would stare at us as we walked in the mall – and not just because they would marvel at how a woman would marry someone seemingly shorter than her.

Vidya was very proud of her curves, her humongous breasts, her wide hips, her broad ass, and her fleshy, milky white, well-toned tummy. And yes, to say she was sexually active before our marriage was understating it – her legs were open to anyone she fancied. Students, professors, janitors, labourers, accountants, and even a pujari – almost someone from every profession had deposited their semen in her cunt.

I snuggled against Vidya and hugged her tightly. My tongue found her lips and we kissed deeply, exploring each other’s mouths with passion. She moved her arms around my back, and slowly, gingerly, caressed my behind. Then she spanked my bum playfully.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I started to slide against her body, slowly going down on her. My face came to her breasts, as I licked each nipple and sucked on them gently. She pushed my head down further as I inserted my tongue into her navel and covered her tummy with kisses. I rubbed my face against her inner thighs as her pubic hair hit my nostrils. She wasn’t wearing panties. My tongue flicked out as I started to lick her clitoris.

“Mmmmm… mmmm…” Vidya grabbed my ears with either hand and started to twist them, as she moaned and writhed with pleasure. “Oh, fatty! Keep doing it, my love, oh my!”

My face was now between into her thighs, and she was gushing like a waterfall. Each lashing of my tongue provoked further moans of ecstasy and secretions of her love juice. My face was now glistening with her dampness. I kept inserting my tongue into the folds of her vulva and swirling it around her love hole. With a final shriek, her body arched and she started to cum.

“OH MY GOD! OH YES! OH YES!” Gripping my head in a vice-lock with her thighs, and holding my ears firmly in her hands, Vidya bobbed up and down in the throes of her orgasm. Finally, after oozing out huge amounts of wetness, she subsided.

“Wow.” She remarked, finally catching her breath. “Good job, fatty. Come here. Let me reward you.”

I crept up her body. She cupped my wet face in her hands and kissed me. While I lay passively there, Vidya licked the base of my mouth and deep French-kissed me, rolling her tongue into me. Bending down one hand, she grabbed hold of my rigid shaft and started to stroke me.

“Ready to put your little dickie into use, darling?” She asked me, with a coy smile.

“Yes, my dear.”

“Would you like to put your small wee wee into my pussy, dear, or my butt?”

“Whatever gives you the most pleasure, darling.”

Vidya seemed to consider my answer for a while, before she slowly raised her hand to my face and gingerly rubbed my cheeks. Grimacing, I got ready for what I knew was coming.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Vidya slapped me again, and again, and again. My cheeks flushed bright red, partly from the pain, partly from shame as my Indian wife, who is supposed to respect her husband, slapped me endlessly. Finally, she decided I had enough, and then she made me slowly suck her nipples. Vidya then grabbed my hand and led it to her love tunnel. She was leaking again! Slapping me had gotten her off. I slowly fingered her to her second orgasm of the night. Writhing, thrashing around, she moaned until the peak of her sexual excitation subsided.

“Oh, honey!” She gushed, covering me with kisses at the exact same spot as where she had slapped me momentarily ago. “You are the best husband I could ever have wanted!”

“Thank you, Vidya.” I swelled with pride. I may have had a small penis, but I kept her happy.

“Most men I have been with have just used me as a piece of ass to pump their meat into.” Vidya was effusive in her praise. “Yet you! You are the most submissive man I could have ever dreamed off. You give me pleasure, the way I want it, and you treat me gently, like a lady, not a slut, and you just obey, no questions asked.”

“Thank you, Vidya.”

Vidya continued to rub my penis up and down before answering, “Right now, as your reward for pleasuring me, you will get to fuck me, darling. Then, if you can get it up again, my husbandji … hehe … my ass is open for business.”

“Thank you, dear.”

Vidya sat up in bed. “Fatty, I will be right back.”

“Yes, dear.” I wondered what was up as Vidya got out of bed and walked over to the cabinet. As she opened the cabinet door, she wriggled her body so that her negligee slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor. Now the only piece of cloth remaining on her firm, juicy body was her bra.

I looked at her butt. Her big, beautiful, jiggling butt. So round, so fleshy, so smooth, so big and so tight. Was there anything about this lady that was not perfect? How lucky a man was I?

“Honey, let’s watch this movie. You can cum in me after that.” Vidya had grabbed a DVD and inserted it into the player. She grabbed the remote and switched on the TV before flopping down next to me on the bed. “It’s the G and V show.”

“Oh,” I realized which DVD she had put in. “Is this the edited or the unedited one?”

Vidya grinned. “Uneditted.” She snuggled against me, one hand around my neck and one hand on my prick, and the video started to play.

A naked woman came on screen, her back to the camera. The view focused on her gyrating, fleshy buttocks. I knew who that woman was, of course. I have seen this video hundreds of times. It was Vidya, from six months ago.

The onscreen Vidya was now dancing to some music, swinging her expansive hips to the tune. The camera then showed a man, sitting on the bed, watching her. He was naked too. I also knew who this man was – he was my former boss, Gaurav.

Gaurav sat on the bed, in the buff, with a drink in his hand, watching my equally naked wife dance. We could see him stroke his hard, rigid, monster cock with one hand. He then leaned forward and smacked Vidya on her butt. It was a resounding smack, and the slap left a red handprint on Vidya’s left butt cheek. Non-plussed, she continued to dance.

“He really loved spanking my ass.” Vidya told me, as she nibbled my ear while we watched her get spanked, again and again and again, on the video. “Gaurav fucked me several times daily, and almost every time we had sex he would spank my buttocks. Oh, he was not gentle with me at all, unlike you, darling. Your boss was very rough with your slutty wife, dear.”

On screen, Vidya was now gingerly rubbing her very sore, and very red, ass. She then turned back to look at the man who had just thrashed her ass – and manage a smile. Gaurav laughed cruelly and told her to get in position again – the spanking wasn’t over.

“He loved using me as a 50-rupee-whore.” Vidya told me, stroking my hardness, as her onscreen version lay over Gaurav’s knees while he raised a hand and struck her butt cheeks, again and again. “It was very exciting for him that you, his employee, was away working for him, he was in your house, in your bed – using your wife as a fuck toy and cum dump. Oh, the things he made me do in those 5 days!”

On screen, Gaurav finished his drink, put the glass away, pulled Vidya sharply to him and made my wife sit on his lap. His hands went to her breasts, pinching and kneading them, while he rubbed his hardness against her clit.

“Look how rough he was with me.” Vidya told me, “You are so tender, so gentle, and you listen to me and obey me. Whereas your boss pretty much used me like a rag doll, to serve him as he wished. If he wanted to spank me, I would bend over and present my bottom. If he wanted a blow job, he would snap his fingers and I would be at his feet, on my knees, taking his cock in my mouth. And if he wanted to fuck me, he just grabbed me and did it – whether it was my cunt or my ass, he was a brute – a real man’s man.”

As she spoke, Vidya turned herself around. Her mouth was now on my dick, while her pussy was in front of my face. It was a classic 69 position. I kept licking her choot (cunt) as she sucked my member into rigid hardness. Vidya was now cumming again. We both kept an eye on the video.

Gaurav now had Vidya on the bed, on her hands and knees, as he got behind her. He was going to ride her, doggy style. Once again, with her buttocks on display, he couldn’t help himself, and Vidya got a couple of sharp slaps to her ample derriere. The camera showed her grimace, but she held her position.

“If I moved, that was extra slaps.” Vidya told me, as her own screen version’s ass had crimson marks across it. Gaurav laughed, and then used his hands to part Vidya’s buttocks so that her asshole was clearly visible. He then spit into her ass a couple of times.

The man who used to be my boss then spit on his own hands and rubbed his monster dick. He was using his own saliva as a lubricant as he positioned the bulbous head of his cock against Vidya’s ass. Slowly, he started to push his huge rod inside her.

“Oh, Sir! My gaand! Ooooh, it hurts, Sir! Aaaah!” Vidya cried out as Gaurav, with a firm grip on her buttocks, pushed his dick, inch by inch, into her ass. He repeatedly thrust in and out of her while Vidya continued to moan, half in pain, half in pleasure.

“Sir, please Sir, cum in me, oh Sir!”

Finally, I could see Gaurav’s butt cheeks clench, as emptied his cum into her.

Vidya got off my body, paused the video to a shot that showed her on screen version screaming in pain, turned around to face me and asked, “Hubby, ready?”

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