21-10-2022, 04:04 PM
They 69-ed like that for a good five minutes or so. Fahim's tongue brought Ketaki to an orgasm twice, but even after her Olympic skill level cock-sucking, he had not cum. When she goes at it like this with me, I find it difficult to last beyond 2 minutes. In fact even as I watched her blow him, hanging upside down, I felt a raging erection and an urgent need to empty my balls. My naked wife, upside down in his arms, sucking his dick and he licked her clit. Could there be anything more debauched?
Fahim seemed to have finally gotten tired of holding Ketaki. He slowly moved towards the couch and threw her on it. She giggled and spread her legs wide, inviting him into her cunt. But he said,
"You know how I like to start off."
She giggled and got on her hands and knees on the couch, her round fleshy ass invitingly jutting towards him. Fahim spanked her twice, audibly hard, and she squealed. Then he he put one knee on the couch behind her leg, and slowly entered her. Ketaki let out a satisfied groan as his dick entered her cunt. Fahim humped her slowly, back and forth a few times, then put his hands on her waist.
And then he seemed to just go into overdrive. He started hammering her cunt so rapidly and mercilessly that Ketaki started howling with pleasure. I had never heard her howl like this during sex in 10 years of our marriage. And yet here she was, with my driver, shrieking like a banshee. After a few minutes of high speed drilling, Fahim slowed down and started fucking her gently. But Ketaki would have none of that.
"Harder Fahim. Fuck me harder. Keep fucking me hard. Keep me fucking me harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd." she shrieked out in English.
"What?" he responded in Hindi. "What's with this English nonsense? Have you forgotten your roots?" their entire conversation so far had been in Hindi/Urdu. "If you want to say something, say it like you used to. Out in the fields. The stuff you used to say, remember?"
Ketaki turned her head around and gave him a naughty grin as he fucked her gently, and then said,
"Yes I remember. But you aren't saying much either. You used to say so much dirty stuff too."
"You start." he spanked her on the right ass cheek, "and I'll start."
"Chod chod. Jor se chod, saaley randi ki aulaad. Apni chaar maaon ko chod chod kar thak gaya kya jo mujhe itni dheere chod raha hai? (Fuck me, fuck me hard, you son of whore. Are you tired from fucking your four mothers? Is that why you're going so slow?)" Ketaki said, almost making me fall off the chair. I didn't know she even knew all these swear words, forget using them so freely.
Fahim let out a wide grin, started fucking her hard again and said, “ ######”
They both started laughing even as the fucking continued, and so did the smack talk. Fahim pushed Ketaki's shoulders down so they were resting on the couch and her big boobs were squished. There she was, my wife, her ass raised in the air in our living room, getting fucked mercilessly by my driver.
A few minutes later, Fahim withdrew his dick from my wife's cunt, and sat down on the couch, resting his back on the armrest. Ketaki turned around, and crawled on top of him. I knew she loved to be on top. It allowed her to control the pace of the fucking. But the on-top fucking with Fahim was of a different variety. She sat on top of him, took his dick in her cunt, and instead of sitting up straight and doing the fucking, laid down on top of his chest, her boobs squishing against it. Fahim put his big hands on her ass cheeks, and started drilling her upwards.
With each stroke, I could see the lower part of my wife's body rising and falling, her ass-cheeks jiggling obscenely at his assault. Her massive tits rubbed against his chest, and her mouth was open in a big O as she moaned, with her eyes closed. And all the while, loud thuds and thuds as their thighs slapped against each others.
Once again, realization swept over me. This was not some porno I was watching. This was my wife of ten years, the mother of my child, in my living room, on the couch I paid for, getting drilled by my driver. This had to stop!
I picked up my cellphone and called the home number again, with my eyes on the screen.
The slapping of the thighs stopped as the phone started ringing. Ketaki jumped off Fahim and ran towards the phone.
Fahim seemed to have finally gotten tired of holding Ketaki. He slowly moved towards the couch and threw her on it. She giggled and spread her legs wide, inviting him into her cunt. But he said,
"You know how I like to start off."
She giggled and got on her hands and knees on the couch, her round fleshy ass invitingly jutting towards him. Fahim spanked her twice, audibly hard, and she squealed. Then he he put one knee on the couch behind her leg, and slowly entered her. Ketaki let out a satisfied groan as his dick entered her cunt. Fahim humped her slowly, back and forth a few times, then put his hands on her waist.
And then he seemed to just go into overdrive. He started hammering her cunt so rapidly and mercilessly that Ketaki started howling with pleasure. I had never heard her howl like this during sex in 10 years of our marriage. And yet here she was, with my driver, shrieking like a banshee. After a few minutes of high speed drilling, Fahim slowed down and started fucking her gently. But Ketaki would have none of that.
"Harder Fahim. Fuck me harder. Keep fucking me hard. Keep me fucking me harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd." she shrieked out in English.
"What?" he responded in Hindi. "What's with this English nonsense? Have you forgotten your roots?" their entire conversation so far had been in Hindi/Urdu. "If you want to say something, say it like you used to. Out in the fields. The stuff you used to say, remember?"
Ketaki turned her head around and gave him a naughty grin as he fucked her gently, and then said,
"Yes I remember. But you aren't saying much either. You used to say so much dirty stuff too."
"You start." he spanked her on the right ass cheek, "and I'll start."
"Chod chod. Jor se chod, saaley randi ki aulaad. Apni chaar maaon ko chod chod kar thak gaya kya jo mujhe itni dheere chod raha hai? (Fuck me, fuck me hard, you son of whore. Are you tired from fucking your four mothers? Is that why you're going so slow?)" Ketaki said, almost making me fall off the chair. I didn't know she even knew all these swear words, forget using them so freely.
Fahim let out a wide grin, started fucking her hard again and said, “ ######”
They both started laughing even as the fucking continued, and so did the smack talk. Fahim pushed Ketaki's shoulders down so they were resting on the couch and her big boobs were squished. There she was, my wife, her ass raised in the air in our living room, getting fucked mercilessly by my driver.
A few minutes later, Fahim withdrew his dick from my wife's cunt, and sat down on the couch, resting his back on the armrest. Ketaki turned around, and crawled on top of him. I knew she loved to be on top. It allowed her to control the pace of the fucking. But the on-top fucking with Fahim was of a different variety. She sat on top of him, took his dick in her cunt, and instead of sitting up straight and doing the fucking, laid down on top of his chest, her boobs squishing against it. Fahim put his big hands on her ass cheeks, and started drilling her upwards.
With each stroke, I could see the lower part of my wife's body rising and falling, her ass-cheeks jiggling obscenely at his assault. Her massive tits rubbed against his chest, and her mouth was open in a big O as she moaned, with her eyes closed. And all the while, loud thuds and thuds as their thighs slapped against each others.
Once again, realization swept over me. This was not some porno I was watching. This was my wife of ten years, the mother of my child, in my living room, on the couch I paid for, getting drilled by my driver. This had to stop!
I picked up my cellphone and called the home number again, with my eyes on the screen.
The slapping of the thighs stopped as the phone started ringing. Ketaki jumped off Fahim and ran towards the phone.
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