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

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So there was my wife, bent over, with her bare boobs being fondled by our milkman, and he was calling her a cow, pretending to ‘milk’ her, while she was laughing and enjoying (even playfully making “moo” sounds).

Ramu finished his tea as Vidya sat beside him, watching him and enjoying her cup of tea as well. She made no move to make herself respectable and place her breasts back inside her bra, and they now hung out. She and Ramu made small talk, mostly about politics and the weather. Occasionally, while drinking tea, Ramu would reach out and squeeze one of her nipples, and Vidya would squeal with glee.

Ramu finished his tea, put down the cup and looked at Vidya.

“Vidya, this morning I had coffee at Tina memsaab’s place. Then I have tea here. Now I will have you.”

“Yes, Ramu!” Vidya reached her arms around her back, and unhooked her bra, and threw it across the room. The pallu of her sari fell from her shoulders. She was now topless, locked in a passionate embrace with my milkman.

“Oh, Ramu!” Vidya was now stroking a big bulge in Ramu’s lungi with her hands. Ramu had by then unwrapped the sari off Vidya, so she only had her petticoat and panties on. Soon the petticoat was violently ripped off her body, and I could see that Vidya’s panty was really a thong, so thin that it slipped into the crack of her butts, leaving the round globes of her ass in full view. This was a complete reversal of our situation, where it would be I who would be naked and Vidya clothed. Here, Vidya was completely exposed to our milkman, while he still had all of his clothes on.

“Ramu, pick me up, and take me to our room.” Vidya urged him. She was now very horny, her voice hoarse with desire.

“Yes, memsaab.”

Laughing, he picked up my wife easily. Vidya threw her arms around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist, essentially straddling him. I could see that Ramu had no trouble keeping his balance and walk, so strong was he, as Vidya remained attached to him. His hands supported her buttocks, and he would slap and spank at her ass while she continued to kiss him on his eyes, his ears, his nose, and of course, his mouth. My wife was now moaning as Ramu groped and squeezed and played with her butt cheeks, and he was carrying her out of the living room, and thus out of my view.

I could hear him walk up the stairs and soon they were in our marital room. Vidya’s ass was now quite red from Ramu’s spanks. It was her fault really, she had straddled him, leaving his hands free and her bare butts exposed and vulnerable – and Ramu had taken advantage.

Vidya slipped out of her thong and lay down on the bed, completely naked, with her long legs spread wide open, giving Ramu a perfect view of her already wet pussy. Ramu sat on the bed and started to kiss her. They kissed long and hard while his hands continued to massage and pinch her boobs.

Ramu then stood up and untied the knot that held his lungi together and it dropped to floor.

I gasped as I saw his erect tool – he was hung like a horse. His cock was really big. I had thought Gaurav had a big dick, but here I could see that Ramu eclipsed Gaurav easily. I almost came at the thought of this monster penetrating my beautiful wife’s thighs.

Next came off Ramu’s shirt. He had a washboard stomach and a beautiful chest. In the words Vidya would later use to describe him, he was a hard working dark skinned stud.

A great pang of inadequacy hit me, as I realized this blue collar worker, who could be working for years to earn what I earned in a day, was soon going to fuck my wife. And I was powerless to stop it, hiding in the closet and wanking off to the sight of my married wife’s pussy getting a good old fashioned pounding by a stud.

Vidya had her hands wrapped completely around his tool and was giving him a thorough hand rub. She needn’t have bothered as Ramu was as hard as a rock. His penis looked like a huge weapon, ready for action. Ramu made Vidya sit up and he himself went down on his knees and started to lick her pussy. After a bit he pushed two big fingers inside her pussy and started finger fucking my wife. I could see the sunlight glistening in her hole as she was totally wet by then. Vidya was by now moaning loudly, begging Ramu to take her.

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