Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

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After 30 minutes, my mother felt the big balls of her man boiling and his big 10 inch cock spewing buckets of potent cum inside her fertile belly. The cum hit her hard in her cervix and made her orgasm violently and fall on Raj’s chest kissing it to thank him.

I went hastily outside and a few minutes later I saw Raj kissing my mother and grabbing her tit before leaving.

When dad came back, he was happy with the progress he has made with the other 3 young men. He had no idea what Raj was doing to his wife in his absence. If only he could see the amount of potent semen in mom’s pussy as he was telling her the news.

Albhonse was a member of a wrestling team and he asked my father if he can have a match with him to tighten the bonds with the group. Dad was happy with this proposition as he used to wrestle a little in college.

Raj told his friends what happened with mom and they were all excited to deal the final blow to dad’s marriage on the day the wrestling match was going to happen.
On Wednesday afternoon, dad prepared the backyard with mattresses for the boxing match.

Albhonse came with Raj and the other two studs on time. Dad has never seen the four young men showing their big fuckin rippling muscles. Although he was a mature man and they were just teenagers, dad was a little afraid of their strength as shown by their awesome manly bodies.

But he knew that he couldn’t back off. He had to have the match with Albhonse.
Me and mom were sitting on the chairs at the side of the mattress watching the stud Albhonse facing dad.

Each time mom looked toward Raj, Muthu and Christopher they would do obscene gestures with their fingers and tongues and grab their crotches. Mom blushed as she knew Raj told them how he had buggered her and fucked her cheating cunt with his power horse cock the other day on dad’s bed.

As the match began, it was apparent that my poor dad had no chance.
Albhonse was a really aggressive son of a bitch and we witnessed that he was bent on hurting dad.

My poor weak father did not have a chance to deal any blow as Albhonse’s fist rained down punches on his middle-aged body.

In less than a minute, dad’s face was bloodied. His nose was probably broken and we have seen him spit out a tooth or two.

The most disturbing thing was to see my father, the man of the family, on the ground kneeling and crying in pain.

I never expected my dad to beg for mercy from one of these thugs. Albhonse swept his sweaty face with his hand and grabbed dad by the hair and slapped him right across the face with as much power as he could have.
My poor dad fainted from the force of the blow…

Dad woke up half an hour later but he didn’t see anybody in the backyard. Barely able to walk after the beating he had on the hands of the stud Albhonse, he entered the house to see me roped to a chair.

As he was freeing me, he heard noises and loud moans coming from his bedroom. Inside his head, he was 90% sure what was happening but he didn’t want to believe it.

The shock of his life came when he stood at the door and watched the orgy that was happening.

The four muscular teenagers were completely nude. All of them had big thick veiny cocks and huge balls probably double the size of his own genitals.

Mom was also naked and impaled on Christopher’s cock while Raj was fucking her ass. While moaning and screaming she was masturbating Sudalai and Albhonse with her hands.

A delirious slutty look was on her face.
As soon as the fuckers saw my dad broken standing at the door of his own bedroom like a beggar, they all laughed and speeded up their fucking rhythm.
Christopher was about to come but Raj looked at him sternly and he took off his cock to cum outside her cunt.

After Albhonse and Sudalai came, Raj asked them to wait outside as he wanted to be alone with his bitch.

The three studs took their clothes and went downstairs to sit with my dad as Raj continued his mating ritual with my mother…

A few months later, my mother was pregnant with Raj’s baby. Dad did not believe in abortion so he had no choice but to accept his place as the lesser man of the house and to accept and obey Raj out of fear.

Mom’s belly became bigger and bigger and with it Raj’s smugness and arrogance and dad’s humiliation.

Raj did not miss a chance to remind dad that mom was pregnant with his baby.

That’s how four thugs destroyed my faithful father and one of them made mom his
wife disregarding dad as her husband and impregnating her with his superior seed.

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Indian Wife and the Driver Ex

aurelius1982  started writing this story sometimes in 2012 probably but did not complete.


Will post till he wrote ... it could become another masterpiece from this very popular author ...

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Indian Wife and the Driver Ex

aurelius1982



Indian Wife and the Driver Ex

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Note: This is the 2nd story I am posting here. It is from my favorite genre - wife stories. Please give your comments and feedback. once it is complete, I will be posting it at literotica with the same username.

"Fahim, now take the next left. And then it's the third house on the right." I said, giving directions to the new driver the company had just assigned me.

"Ok, sir." he said, and turned left.

"This is my house. This is where you are to pick me up from every morning at 830 a.m. sharp." I said. He nodded.

The door to my house opened, and out ran my 8 year old son Pintu, yelling, "Papa! Papa!". He was followed by my wife, Ketaki, looking beautiful as always, with a happy smile on her face.

"So Samir, how was Bangalore?" she asked, opening the gate for Pintu, who jumped into my arms.

"Ooof." I said picking up my son. "Bangalore was, well, boring as usual. By the way, this is my new driver..."

"Fahim!" my wife completed my sentence with a surprised look on her face, as she stared at the driver.

I turned around to see Fahim staring back at her with a similar expression on his face, and he said,

"Ketaki...." he said, and after a pause of around 3 seconds, added, "madam."

"You two know each other?" I asked, surprised.

"No." my wife said hastily shaking her head. Then she changed it to a vigorous nod and said, "I mean, yes. We were....he was....I mean..."

"Her grandparents lived in the same village as me." Fahim jumped in.

"Yes, the village. You know my late Nana-Nani, who passed away before we got married? He lived in the same village." Ketaki said, regaining the calm that she had seemingly lost.

"Oh, small world then. He is going to be my driver. Pick me up, drive me around the city for sales calls, and so on." I said, shifting Pintu to the other arm.

"That's nice." Ketaki said. "Umm....everything okay in the village?"

"Yes, madam. It's all fine." he said, then turned to me and said, "I should get going, sir. I'll be here tomorrow morning." and without even waiting for my permission, put the engine in gear and drove off.

"What did you bring me from Bangalore, papa?" Pintu repeated his demand once more.

"Oh, come on in, and I'll show you." Pintu on one arm, and my suitcase in another, I walked into the house.

A few hours later, after Pintu had tired of playing with the toys I bought for him from Kids Kemp and fallen asleep in his room, a tired Ketaki joined me in bed. She was dressed in her usual nightly attire of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She snuggled up close to me and said,

"I missed you, Samir."

"I missed you too, Ketaki." I said, and kissed her.

After making out for some time, and cuddling, I put my hand inside her sweatpants and fondled her ass. More in hope than anything else, because she did seem very tired. Our frequency of sex had dropped drastically as Pintu was growing up, because he was quite a handful, and tending to him all day exhausted Ketaki. So after a three day trip when I wasn't home to help her out with him, I was expecting her to be as tired as a marathon winner. So I was surprised when she responded by starting to unbutton my shirt. Wow, I said to myself happily, we were going to have sex! And in a flash, took her t-shirt off.

Fifteen passion-filled minutes later, we were lying on the bed, naked and breathless in each others' arms.

"Wow, you were...." I said, trying to find the right words, " you were amazing tonight, like a starved animal."

"Hehe." Ketaki giggled, and put her head on my chest. "I missed you."

We lay like that for a few minutes, when a thought popped into my head. When it popped in, it was completely innocent. And what I said was more intended for casual conversation than anything else.

"So you and Fahim have known each other for years, huh?" I asked.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Ketaki suddenly raised her head and looked at me with a mildly upset expression on her face.

"What? Nothing. Just talking about how you two knew each other. From the village, remember?" I said.

Ketaki looked at me for a brief moment and said, "Yeah, it was a small village. Everyone knows everyone."

"Yes, I am sure. Also..." I started saying something when,

"Sameer, I am sleepy. Good night." she just turned around and closed her eyes.

I was a little puzzled, but didn't make too much of it. I was tired as well. Within a few minutes, I was asleep.

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A week or so later is when the first seeds of doubt were planted in my mind. I had forgotten to take my lunch box with me, a fact I noticed only around 11 a.m. or so. I had kept it under the dining room table as I had breakfast, so even Ketaki must not have noticed. So I called her up.

"Ketaki, I forgot my lunch box. I think it's under the dining table."

"Let me see." she said. "Yes, I see it."

"Okay. I'll send Fahim to pick it up."

"What?" Ketaki said in a panicky voice.

"I said I will send Fahim to pick it up."

"No no no. Don't do that." she said.

"Why?"

"Umm....I will bring it to you."

"You? Why do you want to take the effort? I'll send Fahim over."

"Sameer, NO!" she said emphatically, and I was taken aback. Then in a softer voice she said, "I have to get some shopping done near office anyway. And Pintu is at college right now, so I was thinking of going there. So I'll just drop it off myself."

"Are you sure?" I asked, confused.

"Yes. I'll just change and come. I'll leave the lunch box at your reception." she said and hung up.

I stared at the phone in confusion. And started wondering what the hell that was about.

That's when I started thinking about this in depth. The way she had abruptly ended the conversation that night I returned from Bangalore, when I started talking about Fahim. The way Fahim first just said "Ketaki" when he saw her, and after a long pause, added the "madam". Add to it the fact that when I had the old driver, Ketaki would accompany me to the car every morning and kiss me goodbye. Since Fahim took over, she stopped coming out of the house when I was leaving for work. Even in the evening when I returned, she wouldn't come out to the gate with Pintu like she used to.

All this led to just one conclusion - Fahim and Ketaki had some sort of a history, something that went beyond being just acquaintances from the village. Something Ketaki had not told me. And did not seem to want to tell me.

That night, after Pintu went to sleep, I sat on the living room couch and asked Ketaki to join me.

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"Honey." I said, making sure I picked the right words. "I was puzzled by your insistence today that I not send Fahim to pick up the lunch box."

"Oh, I was just....I was coming there anyway." Ketaki said.

"Come on, Ketaki. We have been married ten years. I know there's some other reason."

Ketaki sighed and looked at me. Her shoulders dropped, and she said,

"Sameer, just ask what you really want to ask."

"Alright....was there any history between you and Fahim?" I asked.

"Well." she said, searching for words, "kind of. I should have told you this the day you returned from Bangalore."

"Tell me what?" I asked, now really curious.

"Fahim and I, we.....well....we sort of dated for a while." she said, her blood rushing to her white cheeks.

"Dated?" I sat up straight. "In what way?"

"Nothing happened. I mean, nothing physical." she said. "Maybe I should start at the beginning."

"Yes, please do." I said.

"Okay, so, we used to keep going to the village in the summer vacations every other year to visit my grandparents. Since I was a little kid. Fahim's father used to own an auto-rickshaw, the only rickshaw in the village. So he was the one who always came to pick us up from the closest railway station, about 30 km away. And he used to take Fahim with him during the vacations when there was no college. So I have known Fahim since we were kids."

"I see."

"And you know how it is in tiny villages. We used to play together as kids. Almost all the kids in the village played together, whether they were related to the college headmaster, like my grandfather, or the rickshaw driver, like Fahim's father. So Fahim and I were like friends. Played together every time I visited, with other kids."

"Okay."

"Things sort of changed after I hit puberty. When the village customs meant that boys and girls at that age could not mingle together. But I was from the city, went to a co-ed college, so these restrictions didn't make sense to me. I used to still hang out with them until I was 16 or so, playing cricket, gilli-danda, and so on. My grandfather didn't mind, nor did my parents. All these were kids they had known for years."

"So when did the "dating" start?" I asked.

"I'm coming to that. Ever since I....well....I developed breasts and got curves on my body, I had been getting attention from boys in college in the city. In the village, it was Fahim alone. Some time in my teens, I forget exactly when, he started talking about us eventually getting married and all. He didn't exactly "flirt", but was very loving in his behavior towards me. I always laughed it off. To me, he was always little Fahim, my playmate."

"Little Fahim?" I butted in. Fahim was hardly "little". The man was like an oak, well over six feet tall, and a well-built body.

"Well, yeah." Ketaki blushed. "Things changed when we were both 18. Over the course of just one year, he went from being a scrawny little kid to a tall, well-built, good looking young man. And suddenly, all his talk about us being meant for each other, started having an effect on me. And that was the summer that we, well, sort of dated."

"I see." I coldly said.

"It was harmless. He would write urdu poetry for me. Sing songs. We would spend time together, taking walks and staring at the river. We would talk about....." she blushed some more, "we would talk about getting married, having two kids, raising one as ***** and the other as '.."

"And?"

"And nothing. It ended as innocently as it started. The vacations ended, and I went back. We promised to write to each other, meet again. But back in the city, I realized the huge gap between him and me. He was an auto-rickshaw driver's son who was going to start driving a rickshaw himself after class 12. I was going to college. Our paths were just different. So a couple of months later, I ended it in a letter. And after that, I always made excuses to not go to the village during vacations. Then my grandparents moved to Delhi to live with my uncle. And there was no need to even make excuses anymore."

"So after that summer, this is the first you have seen him?" I asked.

"Yes. After..gosh...after 16 years!"

"Hmmm. So when you two were dating, did you two....."

"No! God, no! I have already told you about the two guys I slept with before you - both ex boyfriends. With Fahim, it never went beyond...." she paused and said, "holding hands. We were too....innocent."

"Okay."

"So now you see why I feel awkward even facing him? The last time I met him, I made promises of eventually marrying him. Now, 16 years later, he is working for the guy i ended up marrying instead."

"Hmm, yes, I understand."

We just sat there silently for a few seconds.

"Sameer."

"Hmmm?"

"Couldn't you change drivers? Swap Fahim with someone else in the office." Ketaki implored.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do." I said.

And the topic ended there.

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Or at least it ended our conversations about the topic. Over the next few days, the seed of suspicion in my mind started growing. Had Ketaki been completely honest with me? Wasn't it too much of a coincidence that of all the cars in all the world, this guy had been assigned to mine as a driver? What if he had come here searching for her? Ketaki had always been a gorgeous little minx. Having Pintu had only accentuated her figure. Her boobs had gone from C to D cups. Her ass had grown, but not obscenely so. It retained its heavenly shape, only added a layer or two. And her waist, slightly thicker than when we got married, was still in control, giving her a well-padded but still hourglass figure. She was still worth lusting after, and I feared Fahim might have come to lust after her. Especially if they had more of a history than she told me.

Did she go farther with him than she had told me? The other guys she had told me about had come later, when she was in college. Which meant Fahim was her first boyfriend. Did she still have feelings for him? Is that why she was so awkward around him?

I tried in vain to bury all these doubts. Finally I decided I needed to verify the truth somehow. But how? I could not just ask Fahim point blank if he had come here looking for her. I could of course change drivers. I decided to eventually do that. But first, I hatched what was a very weird and clumsy scheme to figure out if Ketaki had been telling the truth. And this is how the scheme unfolded.

Two weeks later, after lunch, I took out a bunch of files from my cabinet. Then I called Fahim to my office,

"Fahim, I need to work on these files at home tonight. But I have to go for a meeting later, in Mr. Shah's car. So I need you to just drop off these files at my home right now."

"Right now?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Will anyone be home?" he asked.

"Yes, my wife Ketaki will be home. I'll call and tell her to expect you."

"Okay, sir." Fahim picked up the files and left the office. I then called up Ketaki.

"Ketaki, I will be late today. I need to go meet a client with Mr. Shah. In fact I am headed towards a meeting right now and will be in meetings till later. And I may not be able to have dinner at home."

"Okay, Samir." she said.

I then told the receptionist that I would be busy in an important call, so was not to be disturbed. And I shut the door to my office, and sat in front of the computer. I put the headphones on and turned the monitor on. My living room came into view and I could hear Ketaki humming some song out of the camera's view.

Yes, in a display of extreme creepiness and paranoia, I had set up the workstation in our living room with a webcam and a powerful omnidirectional mic. I had woken up early before Ketaki to set it up. I had hooked up the webcam and the mic to a chat client. Then I did a remote login to my office computer, and started the same chat client from there on another ID. And that's how I had a direct video and audio feed of whatever was happening in my living room. I had turned the monitor off, and told Ketaki that something was wrong with the display, so she should use her laptop if she needed to check email.

With the headphones on, and my eyes on the screen, looking at the empty furniture in my living room, I waited for Fahim to eventually show up. My house was about half an hour away from office, so it would be another 20 minutes or so before Fahim turned up at my door. I spent those twenty minutes just staring at the screen. Ketaki passed by the screen a couple of times, humming a song like she always did. She was wearing a shin-length skirt that she often wore at home, and a t-shirt.

As the minutes ticked by, I started panicking a little. What if Ketaki found out I had gone to all these lengths to snoop on her? What if she had been telling the truth? Maybe I should just call this whole thing off. I vacillated between self-doubt and guilt as the time passed. And finally, after several minutes of tension, the doorbell chimed in my headphone. And I watched Ketaki stride past the screen, towards the door.

The door was just outside the view of the camera, so I could only heard the voices for a while.

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"What are you doing here?" Ketaki asked in Hindi in a worried voice.

"Sir told me to drop off these files." Fahim replied, also in Hindi, in a very flat voice.

"What?" I heard her voice going higher.

"Sir told me to drop off these files." Fahim repeated himself.

"He didn't say anything to me when he called a while back."

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Come in. I'll call Samir." Ketaki walked towards the phone on the table which was in view of the camera, followed by Fahim who was holding the huge stack of files very effortlessly. I reached for my cellphone. Within a few seconds, my cellphone started ringing. I pressed the silent button.

"He is not answering. Is probably in a meeting." she said. "Okay, just put them on the dining table over there."

Fahim walked out of the camera's view, and Ketaki just stood near the phone, fidgeting with her hands, staring in his direction. A few seconds later, Fahim came back into view.

"Do you......want some water?" Ketaki tentatively asked.

"Yes, that would be nice." Fahim said.

"Have a seat."

Fahim sat down on the couch right opposite to the webcam, facing the screen. He looked around the living room curiously. Ketaki returned with a tray that had a glass of water and a glass of orange juice.

"Have some juice as well." she said, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of him. She sat down on the couch with a couple of feet of space between them.

"Very nice house you have here. And a very cute son as well. And a nice husband. You have a great family, Ketaki." Fahim said politely, and I started leaning towards thinking that I had been too paranoid after all.

"Thanks. Do you have....are you....." Ketaki stammered.

"Married? Yes. Two wives. Five kids. Three live with my first wife in the village. Two live here with my second wife and me." Fahim said.

"You have two wives?" Ketaki said, sounding surprised. Indian law allows '.s to have up to four wives.

"Yeah, well, you know me." Fahim said and started laughing. Ketaki smiled. That confused me a little. What did he mean by 'you know me'.

Fahim finished off the water and picked up the juice glass and leaned back.

"But Ketaki, I must say." he said, taking a sip of the juice, "Neither of those two compare to you."

"Fahim!" Ketaki said, sounding a little upset.

"It's the truth, sweetheart. There was never anyone before or after you that matched up." Fahim said, and then added, "In every way possible."

"Fahim, you can't talk to me like that!" Ketaki said admonishingly, "I am a married woman, a mother....I am your boss's wife for god's sake!"

Fahim moved on the couch until he was right next to her, brought his face close to hers and said,

"I am just speaking from the heart." he said, and then tried to put his hand on her hand. She slapped it away and got up.

"I think you should go."

"I am just talking, Ketaki!" Fahim said, also getting up.

"Just leave, Fahim, or I'll tell Samir."

"Tell him what?" Fahim said and laughed. "Have you told him about us?"

"Yes."

"Really? You have told him EVERYTHING about us?" Fahim said,

"I have told him enough." Ketaki said, folding her arms emphatically. What did that mean? She had told me "enough" but not everything?

"Haha, still folding your arms in that adorable way. You haven't changed a bit in ten years, Ketaki." Fahim said. That rang another bell in my head - ten years? I thought Ketaki said it had been sixteen years. Ten years was how long we had been married.

"You seem to have gotten a lot more obnoxious though." Ketaki said defiantly.

"Ouch." Fahim said, putting his hand on his heart, feigning an injury, "This is one thing you have that no other woman does. Your attitude. Your sharp tongue."

"Fahim, I am..." Ketaki started saying, but suddenly he took to rapid steps, and in a flash had her in his embrace. And had put his lips on hers.

Ketaki struggled, but my 5'3" wife was no match for his hulk-like strength. I watched, awestruck as my driver continued to kiss my wife. Sirens of panic were going off in my head. He was forcing himself on her. I should do something. Maybe call home. That would put a stop to this.

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I reached for my cellphone and was about dial my home number when I saw the scene on the screen change. My wife had stopped struggling and now had her hands around his back. She was no longer being forced into the kiss, but was a willing, even enthusiastic participant. I watched, undeniably angry as well as turned on, as the kiss continued. The fire of fury in my head was matched only by stirring in my loins. What was wrong with me, I wondered. I was watching a man kiss my wife, and I was feeling turned on? I finally sorted out of my feelings and was about to dial the home number, when I saw Ketaki finally break the kiss and push him away. This time, he let go.

"Damn it, Fahim!" she said, sounding angry. "Why did you have to do that?"

Fahim laughed in response, and then said,

"Just as I thought. It's the same story as with those college boyfriends of yours. When I had to come to Delhi every few months to satisfy you on the side."

"No, this is different!" Ketaki almost screamed. "Samir is the best, He is perfect. He is not like those idiots."

"Isn't he? Then why did you..."

"Just get out, Fahim. Get out at once." this time Ketaki did scream.

"Alright, alright. Calm down. I'm going." Fahim said and started walking away.

Ketaki plonked herself on the couch, put her face in her hands, and started crying. I heard the door click shut as Fahim left. As I watched my wife cry her heart out, I was overcome with a sense of guilt. I was responsible for this. I had orchestrated this whole situation, even when she had specifically told me she didn't want to meet him. So what if she gave in to desire and kissed him? If I met again the girls I had a crush on in high college, and got an opportunity to, who is to say I wouldn't have done the same? Overcome with guilt, I decided to call up Ketaki. Console her. Maybe even apologize. But how could I do that without giving away the fact that I had set up this whole situation to spy on her? Maybe she'd tell me herself. Would she?

My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing again. Ketaki quickly wiped her face with her sleeve and said,

"Who is it?"

There was no answer.

"Who is it?" she repeated.

Still no answer. She clucked her tongue, got up and went towards the door. I heard the door open. A few seconds later, I heard the door close.

I could hear some muffled noises for a while. A good minute or so, there was no one on the screen. And then I was Fahim walk into view triumphantly, carrying my wife in his arms. And the two of them were kissing. He walked past screen, when I heard Ketaki's voice say off-camera.

"No no, don't." the relief of hearing my wife refuse his advances lasted only half a second, because then she said, "The couch. Take me to the couch."

Fahim came into view again, and he gradually lowered her down on to the couch. My wife propped herself up by the elbows as she lay on the couch, watching Fahim as he stood straight. He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and threw it on the floor. He then took off his wife beater and threw it on the floor as well, revealing a hairy muscular chest. I felt a pang of jealousy as my wife let out a moan of delight at the sight of his chest. I was not unfit by any means. I exercised regularly. But I was no match for Fahim's body.

Bare chested, he got on his knees next to the couch and started kissing my wife again. She kissed back hungrily. Fahim's wall-like back then blocked my wife's torso from the view. all i could see were were skirt covered legs stretched out on the couch, and her toes curling and uncurling alternately. There was absolutely no resistance to the proceedings from Ketaki's side. In fact, quite the opposite.

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A few minutes later, I saw Fahim put his hand on Ketaki's smooth milky white shins. He then started moving the hand gradually upwards, puling the skirt up. First her bare knees came into view, then her bare thighs. And then the skirt stopped moving upwards. But Fahim's hand was still buried under it. A moment later, I could hear Ketaki start moaning loudly. I knew those moans. Fahim was fingering my wife! My driver had his thick raspy fingers buried in my wife's cunt!

That jolted me out from the state of an incredibly turned on spectator to an enraged husband. What the fuck was happening? I reached for the cellphone and this time dialed the home number. On screen I could hear the phone start ringing. Fahim paused. Ketaki's moans stopped as well.

He hurriedly stood up, and with his big back out of the way. I now saw, dumbstruck, that my wife's 34D boobs were on full display. Her t-shirt and bra were rolled up under her shoulder. As the phone rang shrilly, she got up, but made no effort to cover her tits. Her boobs still hanging out, and her back towards the webcam, she walked to the phone table which was behind the couch. She peered at the display and breathlessly said,

"It's Samir calling."

"Hmmm." Fahim nonchalantly said, walking up to her. "Aren't you going to answer it?"

"I don't know..... should I?" she asked.

"Yes, you fucking should, you whore!" I said under my breath.

"It's up to you." Fahim said, and stepping behind her, reached around with her hands and started playing with her nipples. Ketaki responded by resting her head on his chest.

"Mmmmmm....I'll just tell him I was in the bathroom." she said and turned around, now facing Fahim.

Fahim gently grabbed hold of her t-shirt and bra and started pulling them off. Ketaki raised her hands and allowed him to, leaving her completely topless.

"Oh how I've missed these boobs." Fahim said, and started biting and sucking them.

"Mmm." Ketaki said, "and you know what I've missed?" and I watched, almost on the verge of tears, and she gestured towards his crotch.

Fahim smiled happily, and unzipped his pants. Ketaki bent in her waist and pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing a semi-erect dick. It was not particularly big. I mean it wasn't small. But it wasn't gargantuan or anything. Still bent in her, waist, Ketaki took it in her mouth and started sucking it. Her blowjob technique had always been spectacular, and I wasn't surprised when the dick soon seemed to be fully erect. I could hear Ketaki making guttural gagging noises, as Fahim's shaft went in and out of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Fahim had kept himself busy too. He had bent over, and pulled up Ketaki's skirt from the back, so it was bunched up around her waist. He had slipped her panties down. And his huge hand, thanks to the long reach that his massive arms gave him, was seemingly fingering her again.

"Ohhhhh Ketaki, no one has a mouth quite like you." Fahim said in a breathless voice.

After a few moment, Fahim withdrew his hand. He then put both his hands on her waist. Then, I almost yelped in surprise as he effortless lifted her from the waist, as if he was just turning a doll around. Ketaki let out a squeal of joy as her legs were in the air, in front of Fahim's face. He then held her upturned body against his own, hugging it loosely and said,

"Turn around so you're facing my cock."

"Fahim!" Ketaki said laughing, "I am a bit heavier I used to be. You'll lose your grip and drop me on my head."

"Yeah, I can see where you are heavier." and bent his head down to bite her asscheek, making her squeal and then laugh. "But don't worry, I am also stronger than I used to be.

Ketaki turned her body around with great effort, even as Fahim held her waist in his bear hug. And in a few seconds, was exactly in the position he wanted. Her cunt just below his face, and his dick in her mouth. In a bizarre standing version of 69 that I had never even contemplated. By now, the outrage and the anger had drained out of me, and I was back to watching the proceedings as if I were watching a porno or a peep show. It didn't matter anymore that my wife was the one being treated like a toy by my driver. If anything, that added to the eroticness.

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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.

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"It's Samir again." she said, breathing heavily. "This time I have to answer."

Fahim nodded. Ketaki put one hand on her heaving boobs, took a couple of deep breaths to stabilize her breathing, and then picked up the receiver.

"Hello."

It was admirable how normal she was managing to sound.

"Oh...Hi." I said, now surprised at how normal I was able to sound. I had decided to yell at her, curse her, tell her I was watching everything. But for some reason, I held back.

"How are you, Samir?" she asked, walking with the cordless receiver towards the couch. "Had lunch?"

"Umm...yes." I said, staring at the screen as I saw her naked body gracefully walk towards the couch and sit on it, next to Fahim. He put a hand on her thigh. i noticed he was still fully erect.

"So...." she said, taking a deep breath, "You didn't tell me you were sending Fahim over with some files."

I was about to respond when the words got stuck in my throat. Fahim's other hand had now started to fondle her boobs, right in front of my eyes. And she was acting nonchalant as if nothing was happening.

"Samir?"

"Oh yeah. I....I forgot." I said, managing to sound normal, my eyes still glued to the screen.

"Yeah, he got the files. I have kept them on the dining table." As Ketaki was saying this, Fahim was gesturing something to her, and she was shaking her hands in confusion, and gesturing with her hand.

"Okay. So...what are you doing right now?" I asked.

"I am doing" she said, and I saw Fahim grab her waist and pull her on top of him. "nothing. I am not doing anything. Was just...watching TV."

It dawned on me that Fahim was getting her to mount him, this time with her back towards him. He wanted to fuck her even as she spoke to me. Ketaki, I noticed, was resisting, but only in a token playful manner. He positioned her feet outside his thighs such that she was now squatting with her back to him such that her cunt was right on top of his erect dick. He was trying to shove his dick up her cunt, and she was dodging it, but again, playfully. There was a smile on her face the entire time that showed that she eventually would let him in.

"What are you doing?" she asked, and then as soon as I started speaking, bit her lip, and lowered herself so that the dick entered her cunt easily.

"I just got done with a meeting. Have another meeting" I was saying this, watching in horror, as my wife took his dick inside her cunt again, and started hopping up and down, getting fucked in the process. I would hear mild sounds of their bodies slapping against each other.

Fahim then put his hands around her stomach and started fucking her intensely, but taking care not to make any sounds. I saw Ketaki's mouse open wide again in pleasure, her eyes close, as she leaned back against him completely and threw her head back. And let out a small shriek.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Oh..oh.... I...I...twisted my ankle. Owww....ohhhh...ohhhhhhhh...owwwwww...." Ketaki yelped as Fahim now started fucking her really hard.

"You twisted your ankle?" I asked, trying to control my anger.

"Yessssss....owwww owwww...oh......" and then she fell silent as Fahim abruptly lifted her off his dick and threw her on the couch. "Uhmmm...." she said with a sigh as her ass hit the couch and she bounced a little.

"Are you okay, Ketaki?" I asked.

"Yes, It is just umppp...." she got cut-off in mid-sentence.

She got cut in mid-sentence because Fahim, moving in a flash, had pulled her mouth on to his dick and was clearly cumming inside her. I saw his hips jerk back and forth as he emptied his load inside her for a good 20 seconds or so.

"Ketaki? Ketaki?" I kept saying, sounding alarmed, but I could see on the screen that she was in no position to answer. Her cheeks were puffed up because of the semen being pumped into them, and her nose was rubbing against Fahim's pubic hair.

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Finally Fahim got done with his pumping and stepped back, and Ketaki inhaled with a loud gasp. She looked at Fahim angrily and then said to me,

"Sorry Samir, it is hurting a lot. I'll call you back."

And then without waiting for me to say anything, she hung up. And threw the phone a Fahim really hard. He caught it effortlessly, like it was a cricket ball. I made a mental note that not a single drop of semen had spurted out of her mouth. She had swallowed it all!

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you pull that stunt, you asshole?" she said, getting up off the couch, and glaring at him with her arms akimbo. Still naked.

"Sorry, very sorry." Fahim said, sounding genuinely contrite.

"What do you mean sorry?" she shrieked. "What if he had found out?"

"Just listen to me. I could not stop it any more. And I didn't know if you were on the pill or something."

"So you dump your load inside my mouth?" Ketaki said.

"Would you rather have me spray it all over this couch or the carpet?" Fahim asked.

He had a point. Ketaki folded her arms over her naked boobs, glared at him, shook her head, and walked past him. I saw her head in the direction of the bathroom. I sat there watching the empty living room for a few minutes, feeling my anger boil over. Another feeling was my heavy balls. I could not deny that watching all this had turned me on beyond belief. But no matter how turned on I was, my anger trumped it all. My wife had just cheated on me with my driver.

That's when my office phone rang.

"Samir, come to my office please. I need some help with this month's report." It was my boss.

"Yes, sir. I'll be there in a few minutes."

I said and got up. But my dick was still forming a tent in my pants. I walked around, trying to think of non-sexual things, and finally got the erection to subside. Then I went to my boss's office, and helped him out with the numbers. That took about half an hour. I was very distracted throughout, but somehow managed to keep my mind on the work.

When I was done meeting my boss, I came back to my office. I looked at the screen where the webcam was still beaming scenes from my living room. Ketaki was fully clothed again, on her knees with a rag and a pail wiping the floor. She then started cleaning the couch.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." I said.

The door opened and Fahim poked his head in.

"Fahim!" I said, quickly turning my monitor off, which was unnecessary because the screen was facing away from him anyway.

"Sir, I did what you wanted me to do." he said. I was struck by the choice of his words. Did he know? Could he know? I examined his face for any sign of guile or guilt. But he was inscrutable.

"Okay, thank you."

He left. I turned the monitor on and looked at the screen. Ketaki was now just lying down on the couch. Tired after cheating on me, I bitterly thought to myself. I watched her for ten minutes or so, then she got up and walked to the door. A few minutes later, I saw her walk by with Pintu who was yammering on about something at college. And again, it struck me - the mother of my child, is now taking care of my child who had returned from college, but just a while back, she had been fucking my driver!

I had a lot of thinking to do. I sat staring blankly at the wall, ,.ng over what had just happened, and trying to decide what to do next.

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Two hours later, I was none the wiser, and even more conflicted. I was extremely angry at Ketaki for cheating on me. But if I confronted her, and she denied it, what next? If I admitted that I had seen the whole thing with my eyes, then I'd have to explain how I had set the whole thing up. Even after she specifically told me I should change drivers. I also found myself trying to make excuses for Ketaki. Yes, she had slept with Fahim. But maybe it was just a moment of weakness, and something she regretted. There was no reason to believe this would continue. After all, if I were put in a similar situation with one of my ex-es, was I really sure I wouldn't give in too?

Finally I decided on the best course of action. I picked up the phone and called the driver pool manager.

"Hi, Samir here. Listen, could I get assigned some other driver instead of Fahim?"

"Why Sir? Something wrong?"

"No, nothing wrong. I just don't think it's a good fit." I said.

"Are you sure, Sir? If there's a problem with him, you should let us know. He is still on probation. We could fire him if there's some issue."

I thought about it for a moment. Here was an opportunity to get rid of Fahim forever. But him being without a job would also mean him having time to screw my wife when I was away. At least this way, he'd be working when I was working.

"No no, there is nothing wrong. You don't need to fire him. Just a matter of fit."

"Okay Sir. We'll have a new driver to drop you home today."

An hour later when I got home, Pintu was sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Where is your mother?" I asked him.

"Washing clothes."

Hmmm, washing the evidence off, I said to myself, and called out Ketaki's name. She came out of the bathroom.

"Hi darling!" she ran to me and kissed me passionately. "How was your day? I missed you."

Sure you did, I thought to myself.

"Your ankle seems to have healed really fast!" I said.

"My ankle?" she said confused for a couple of seconds until her barefaced lie came back to her. "Oh yeah, I just gave it a hot water bath and it was fine."

"Good." I said and went to change.

Dinner was normal, with Pintu chattering away and Ketaki making small talk with me. Finally, we put Pintu to bed and went to the bedroom ourselves. Almost right away, Ketaki jumped me and started stripping. I was about to say something but felt my erection already at full flow.

We were both on our knees kissing for a minute and then I grabbed her hair and pushed her on her fours. I admired her perfect ass, the same ass I had seen on camera being spanked by my driver. I spanked her and she squealed, just like she had squealed hours before. I closed my eyes, reran the scenes from the afternoon in my head and started drilling her hard. She started moaning, and I tried not to think about who she preferred as a lover - Fahim or me.

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I had finally decided against confronting Ketaki about what I saw. I decided that it must have been a one-time mistake that anyone could have made. And she wouldn't repeat it again. She seemed very happy with me. And the sex between us was great. I did want to be absolutely sure though. I couldn't keep using the webcam. She was sure to check the computer and notice it. I needed something else.

So I contacted one of my clients who ran a security equipment firm. I told him we had a nanny that we suspected was stealing, so could he give me some concealed cameras with a recording device. He gave me three such cameras at a heavy discount - one was a small teddy bear, the other was a small model of the Taj Mahal, and the third was a Rubik's cube. All were fitted with miniature cameras and mics, and tiny detachable USB drives that could record up to 48 hours of footage,

Over the next few days, I brought the cameras home one by one under different pretexts. The rubik's cube went in our bedroom, the Taj Mahal in the living room display, and the teddy bear in Pintu's room. Just in case. The next weekend, I woke up in the middle of the night. Ketaki was sound asleep. I tiptoed to each of the 3 cameras and removed their USB drives, and put them in my bag.

I told Ketaki I had paperwork to catch up with, so I'd have to go to work even on Saturday. I went to the office, which was mostly empty, went into my office, locked the door. I then downloaded all the files from the three USB drives on to my laptop. And started watching the first video file, the one from the Taj Mahal in the living room.

 
 
Incomplete …..

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Snobbish Tina
 
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Snobbish Tina

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Intro:

This fictitious story consists of the following individuals:

Tina: An elite rich gujju girl I knew from my college days. She is 28 and married for a few years now. She is very fair skinned lady and has always leaned on the plump side. She is 5 ft 4 inches, big brown eyes, long straight hair (just like Preity Zinta) a great smile, 34C sized breasts and a terrific ass. Her ass was her selling point. It was thick, round and anyone who saw it once, fantasized over it for days to come. She was snobbish, always playing hard to get. She had guys salivating over her all the time. She only dated filthy rich dudes. She used to wear translucent tops, showing off her bra straps teasing guys for as long as I could tell. She sometimes used to wear white tight pants, and size of her ass made boys hard as rock.

Me: Someone who got a lot of pussy in college, but never her. Now I wanted her, even though she was married. What I’d give to dig my nails in her thick booty as she rode me.

Jai: Tina’s husband. A faintly balding, little plump guy who ran his father’s business. He met Tina through his family and was instantly floored. Some of Tina’s friends told me, the guy banged her four times on their suhaag raat. She kept telling him, they could fuck as much as he wanted on their honeymoon, but not much tonight, but he wouldn't listen. She couldn’t walk straight the next day and Jay’s parents kept touting about their son’s manliness making her uncomfortable.
Jay’s mother..”Tina beta, sit on a pillow if it hurts. Jay gets his manly instincts from his father. As you can see we had three children in six years after our marriage..hahaha”
When they went to their honeymoon in New Zealand, all he wanted to do was fuck. He would fuck her over 25 times in the 1 week they spent in NZ.

Aslam: A 19 year old dark, tall and skinny pool guy who had the time of his life with Tina.

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The morning run.

Being a typical fair skinned elite class gujju housewife, Tina spent her mornings working out. Now that her daily swim routine was squashed after the Aslam incident at pool, she had started to run in a park a few kilometers from her posh Bandra home.
I had made sure today’s run was different.

On the phone…

Me: “Look, I know things got out of hand at the pool a week ago, but I had nothing to do with it. A little tease is all I was looking for. I never knew the hot blooded youngster would go all the way”.
Tina: “Whatever, let's get this over with...What do you want me to do, so I get my sex tapes back”
Me: “Well, this one shouldn’t be difficult...Open the package I sent you. That’s what you’ll wear for your tomorrow’s morning run. Make sure you are at the park at 7:15 AM in those clothes. I’ll be watching...”
Tina: “What...wait a minute...I can’t wear this….” What will my in-laws think….
I hung up.

Next morning...at 6:45, Tina changed into the clothes I had sent them. She had no idea, how she would get out of her house. As she got into her new workout dress, she glanced at her still asleep husband, Jai. He was naked, from last night’s romp with his wife...He had come home drunk from a party...The minute they got into the bedroom, he had groped her from behind, pushed her to the bed, bent her over, raised her lehenga, and before she could say a word, pumped his semi-hard cock into her pussy. A few quick thrusts and he was done...Now he lay there, bottomless and enjoying his sleep, not knowing his wife was fucking pool boys when he was at work.

She looked into the mirror. The workout clothes were so sexy, she didn't know what the Mumbai crowd would think...It was a light green sports bra and a matching green hot shorts with black stripes. The shorts barely covered her butt. She had worn them eight inches below her navel, barely above her pussy. She had a bit of tummy (as all gujju girls do) and it's sexy folds hung from the side of her hips. The top was sleeveless and tight and showed ample cleavage. Her straight hair were tied up showing her naked neck and arms.

As she left her house and went down the elevator, the watchman couldn’t keep his eyes off her. “Salaam Memsaab”...And she could feel his eyes burying into her ass as she continued to walk to her car.

She got into the car driving, her shorts riding up her well waxed thighs. She knew the secret to controlling her husband was keeping his balls empty in the bed. To that end, she maintained and groomed herself extremely well.

As she drove, she could feel drivers of other cars leering at her sexy legs and exposed skin. She reached the park, parked her car, crossed the road and started jogging. She could see old uncles staring at her, as she ran. It wasn't everyday, they saw a gori chikni gujju housewife showing her tits and ass to people walking off the road. I watched from the roof of a close by building as she finished the first 15 minutes of her run, and was walking about catching her breath. Her perky 34C breasts heaved in perfect rhythm.
I called her phone…

Tina: “Yea? well I am here and doing what you asked..What's the point of getting me naked in front of half the world…If you want we could fuck once and get your pervert little mind a rest, and get my videos in exchange”
Me: “I wanted to make sure , you weren’t wearing any recording devices...Now I want to make sure, you don’t have anyone following you...On your right, there are 3 college boys...Pass by them, ask them if they can spare you some water...Drink some and pour the rest over your neck and chest”
Tina: “What??”.
Me: “Just do it and keep the phone on.”

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The three lukhas couldn’t believe their luck when this hot chic approached them. One of them was a real fat guy. He was the only one with water bottle.
Tina: “Can I get some water please?”
His mouth remained half open as he passed her the bottle. She drank a bit of it and then, just like that, she poured the rest of it on her neck and chest - instantly making her nipples hard. They started sticking out of her sports bra. The other two lads who were chatting stopped talking immediately. They just stood there...Taking in the view of this hot lady, with wet bra and water trickling down her neck over her breasts and down her tummy…
Tina: “thanks….I really needed that..”, she passed the bottle to the fat dude and walked away.

Me: “That was a good dare...You deserve some of the tapes back for doing so much”. Now walk across the road, and you’ll find a package on the park bench. Take it and leave.” I hung up.
She picked the package and left. Not knowing what was in it.

As she approached her car, she saw the same fat guy walking towards her.
He said, “hey there, we did not introduce each other. I am Roy.”
She wanted to finish the conversation.
After a two minute chat, she said she excused herself. She was sick of this fatso talking to her wet chest instead of looking at her directly.

As she turned to face the car, she saw a disappointing site. A flat tire. What were the odds...Roy noticed this…

Roy: “oh no, looks like a flat...Trust me you don’t wanna be sticking around here in the heat waiting for the repairmen to fix this.” Let me drop you home.
Given her half naked state, she agreed.
Roy drove a stylish silver BMW 5 series. Obviously, he was rich.
Her shorts slid up as she sat in his car. He got an eyeful of those meaty fair thighs.

She could spot a boner in his shorts.
She knew the poor guy had never had a girl sit in his car, let alone a hottie like her.
And it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
A naughty thought stuck her. She thought of making his time worthwhile.
She slipped back into the seat, pretending to get comfortable. Her shorts rode up even further. Her lacy pink underwear had started to become visible from between her thighs. She crossed right leg over her left and gave Roy a full view of her milky thighs. She twerked a little to her side so her ass mound started facing Roy. He was hardly looking at the road. She smiled at him, “Make sure you focus on the road, Roy. We don’t want an accident, do we?”
As the car stopped at the signal, Tina started playing with her navel. She knew all the boyfriends she’d had used to go crazy looking at her navel. It was round and deep, with a hint of milky belly fold around it. She started moving her little finger in and around her navel, driving Roy crazy. In one final tease, she turned to her left, arching her back so her bum stuck out like she was getting fucked sideways. She slid her shorts enough so her butt crack was out in the open. She stopped, winked at him and slid her shorts so her right ass was completely out in the open, staring Roy in his face.
He couldn’t control himself and slapped her exposed butt cheek tightly. Tina: “Ouch! What the fuck...I thought you were a nice dude…” Now stop over at the curb..My house is here. Roy didn’t even bother to apologize. He knew this was just a tease. No way a hottie like Tina would let him fuck her…Slutty Tina knew she had given the fat guy something to jerk off for his lifetime!
She reached home and proceeded to watch the tape I had left her in the park.

“This is just the first of five parts I have. You are going to have to work hard to get the other four...Enjoy!”

The tape was an hour long. It started with Tina walking in the Ajay’s office. She was wearing a thin white skirt and a pink top that showed a hint of cleavage.

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Flashback: The prep for the wedding night(three years ago).

At 25, Tina was set to marry Jai. It was a typical upper class gujju wedding preposition between two business partners. She had had two, maybe three boyfriends in college. Although she had gotten sexually comfortable with boys, she never had sex with anyone of them.

During the time Tina and Jai courted, she used her charms to tease him all the time. They would make out at his house, where he would slip his hands under her shirt and unhook her bra. His hands would roam all over her sexy back, as he would kiss and suck her lips. He would ask Tina to sit on his thighs. He would then take off her top and slide the unhooked bra off her chest. He would grab her breasts roughly - the smell of her sexy perfume would drive him mad. He sucked her nipples, playing with her boobs wildly...He would let his hands run down her slightly plump belly, circling her deep round navel, grabbing the folds of her belly and then move his hands all over her bare naked back. The moment, his hands would venture off to her pants, she used to stop him. Playing hard to get was her specialty. She knew, if he fucked her during the courting period, he would take her for granted going forth. His expensive gifts and late night drives would stop. He would start boasting to his friends, how he tapped her pussy. She would always stop him after the foreplay, leaving him with sour blue balls. He used to tell her… “Run as much as you want baby, I won’t spare you on the wedding night...you’d better have your pussy lubricated...coz I am gonna bang you soooo bad....”

Tina knew how to take care of her body.
She was always well groomed. Before any of her dates with Jai, she took time to wax her armpits, wear a sexy perfume, straighten her hair and wear satin bra and panties. She carefully chose her panties, always siding with thongs. Her pussy was always clean waxed. She had been visiting the wax spa since she was 18.

Their wedding was two days away. It was a full day affair, culminating at 7 PM after which they were to retire to bed. They had a few more ceremonies the next morning.
Tina went to her favorite beauty parlour run by her friend Swati. She had an entire day of appointment. A full brazilian wax, not an inch of hair on her body. Her hair straightened.
As Swati worked her body, she couldn't help but notice how pretty Tina was. With a hot and fair body and soft mannerisms, she could drive anyone crazy.

Swati: “Wow you look gorgeous already..and I haven’t even started the waxing...You ready to get bombed by Jai on Saturday?”
Tina: “Yaar, I am too scared...We had a few teasing moments last week, but nothing serious. He seems too horny and dying to hump me”
Swati: “lol...you are such a tease...Did you at least give him a hand job after getting him so blue?”
Tina: “Yea, he went completely wild the other day...I think he would have bangd me if I hadn’t agreed to a quick rub and tug…”
Swati (now applying a wax patch on Tina’s butt): “So how was his package and how much did he cum?”
Tina: “Ouch….easy there…”, as Swati pulled the patch off her butt…”Yes, he is well endowed..About 7 inches or so...and thicker than Sahil, which is a relief…He came a lot, spilled it all over my breasts..after begging me to swallow his load...I had to take a shower at his place...He also stole my bra and refused to give it back...”
Swati: “Has he seen your naked bum yet?”
Tina: “No, he has groped it over my pants a few times, but never seen me bottomless”
Swati: “Well, he’s not going to be able to control it...You are going to get some serious spanking...Just like this…”, and she spanked Tina really hard on her butt. Her butt jiggled like jello and turned red. She spanked her again, thrice without stopping…
Tina: “Ouch...Don’t..it hurts…”
Swati: “That was some practice for you darling...He’s going to be much more harsher”
Tina: “Should I get an enema...in case he decides to do me in the butt”
Swati: “not a bad idea...I’ll get someone to help you with that tomorrow”
Tina: “So how did you prep for the night with Rajiv on your wedding?”
Swati: “We had sex twice...the first time he finished in like 45 seconds...Then we had some food, and went in for the second round….He came inside me both the times, so I had to have the morning pill...I did have some issues walking the next day….”

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Finally, Tina left the parlor to do some shopping. She had told Jai, she would directly see him on wedding now and until then he should keep himself in check. Jai had promised he wouldn’t shag or watch porn, so he could save all of his seed for his lovely wife.

Tina met her friend Pooja for shopping for her wedding night. Pooja was 25 years old. She was a very fair woman (who looked a lot like Nisha Kothari) originally from UP. She had an awesome 32D bust and was known to have extremely good taste in lingerie. She stayed with her husband in NY, but had come to Mumbai for Tina’s wedding. Pooja was also very daring, sometimes making sexy videos of herself in thongs and lacy bras...and sending it to her female friends...Some boys had seen her videos through their girlfriends, and envied Pooja’s boyfriend. Pooja knew a lot of guys shagged to her videos and was very proud of this...
Pooja had married her boyfriend Sahil a year ago. It so happened that Sahil and Tina dated in college before they broke up and Sahil eventually married Pooja.
In the beginning it was awkward for the three of them, as Pooja knew that no potent male could keep his hands off Tina. Sahil and Pooja had discussed in length all the mushy things he did with Tina...During one of their pillow talks…
Pooja: “ So tell me about you and Tina”
Sahil: “What’s there to tell, we broke up after dating for a year and then I started hitting on you”
Pooja: “Darling, you are married to me and fucking me already, why don't you tell me about the sex life you two had”
Sahil: “We never had sex. She gave me a blowjob once...I broke up with her because it was a lot of work for one damn blowjob...She was always playing hard to get...We would make out at her house, but she would never take off her skirt...This one time I got really horny and tore off her skirt...She got mad and made me buy her a real expensive one from Mango...and I called it off...The bitch was too high a maintenance...”
From then on, Pooja never felt threatened by Tina, as she knew her husband wasn’t into her that much…

Pooja: “Hi Tina, you are looking great!...Ready to shop for the best piece of nightwear for your D-day?”
Tina: “Yea lets see what you have for me…”
They went to Victoria’s Secret where Pooja introduced Tina to Nisha, who was a 5 ft 2’ Bengali girl. Her shirt showed a hint of impressive cleavage...and guys were constantly checking her out…
Pooja: “Hi Nisha, this is Tina..she is getting married day after tomorrow, so you know why we are here”
Nisha: “Congrats, Tina! let's show you some of our best stuff”
Nisha came back with a violet nightwear, complete with a lacy bra and thong…
Nisha: “We call this the viagra...No man can fail an erection after watching his bride in this...especially a beauty like you…Go ahead try it on”
Tina moved into the change room, took off her clothes carefully. She was wearing a black bra and a matching black thong....Her body still ached from the waxing session she had undergone...She got fully undressed, and began unfolding the nighty...She was surprised how small it was. She first put on the violet bra that just about fit her...Her C cups were sticking out as the tight bra pushed them up...She put on the violet thongs, and then put on the nighty...It was so short, it rode all the way up to her ass. The under cheeks of her butt showed...The dress showed massive cleavage and there was an opening along the torso, that showed off her belly and deep round navel. The dress was a formality and Tina knew exactly how to carry it teasingly. She bent around, massaging her ass cheeks, imagining what Jai would do to her in these clothes...
Tina wanted Pooja’s opinion, and peeked outside the changing room. Pooja wasn’t around. She called out her name, but no response. She did not have her phone and she had spent 20 minutes getting into this nighty, she did not want to change back...She knew this was a woman only zone, and wanted to take a quick look to see where Pooja was. (Pooja was busy shopping her own lingerie.)
She stepped out of the changing room cautiously, moving along the wall and out into the main corridor of the showroom...She could see many husbands shopping with their wives...Then she saw Pooja at the corner of the showroom. She waved at Pooja but Pooja was lost in her own world. Someone tapped her on the shoulder…
“Something I can help you with Madam?” Tina turned around and stood there, completely shocked...A middle aged, fat and balding salesman was staring right at her...trying his best to look at her face instead of her near full naked body…
Tina wanted to be confident and said… “Can you get my friend from standing there in red top and jeans, please?”
Salesman: “No problem mam, can I help you with something…” The bastard was deliberately stalling so he could stare at this milky white hot gujju lady in her full glory…
Tina covered her cleavage with her hand, “No just get her..”
He gave her last one good look, taking in the scene of this unbelievably hot naked woman…, “Whom may I tell her is asking for her Mam?” stalling further…
“Just tell her... Tina is looking for her”
The guy went toward Pooja, his hand gently brushed Tina’s butt as Tina hurried back toward the changing room…

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Pooja and Tina finalized on the nightwear and also selected a red bra and g-string for her first night...As Tina crossed one of the changing rooms, she watched in shock at what she saw… The salesman who had run into her, had his cock out and was vigorously shagging…”Ahh Tina..saali kya gaand hai teri...mazaa aa gaya…”
Tina asked Pooja to continue, as she had to use the bathroom…
Then she stood on the side and kept watching the fat salesman as he continued to whack off...She couldn’t take eyes off his massive cock as it erupted wad after wad of semen...ejaculating all over the cushions of the changing room he was in..He hadn’t even bothered to close the door...Tina,being her naughty self..decided to return the surprise...Although she was this posh upscale woman, she walked to him as he was still recovering from his powerful orgasm...She grabbed his butt and pushed him on to the couch. He fell on his own jizz with his big belly hitting the couch.
Tina: “Sirf khayalon mein hee chodna mujhe lalooo...Teri aukaad se bahar hoon main…Chal ghar jaa aur apni moti aurat kee boor marna mere baare mein soch ke...” The man watched her in shock , as she turned around...looked back at him one last time and said…”Yeh dekh, aise gaand tu kabhi nahi maar sakta”, and slapped her own butt tightly before leaving the scene…