The next morning, after a peaceful sleep, I woke up to the sound of Aparna moving in the kitchen. She was preparing breakfast wearing that same thin nighty, the fabric clinging to her full, juicy breasts and hugging her wide, curvy hips. Her nipples were faintly visible through the material, making my eyes linger even though my mind was still trying to process yesterday’s relief. I joined her at the table, and we ate quietly at first. The memory card sat on the shelf like a forbidden secret.
After breakfast, I pulled her close, my hands sliding down to squeeze her soft, plump ass cheeks. “Aparna, last night felt like we finally escaped that mess. But tell me honestly… did you really want it to stop?” My fingers traced the curve of her waist, feeling the warmth of her body.
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. “I… I said what was needed for us, for our family. But his cock… it was so thick and powerful, Sooraj. The way he stretched my pussy every time he fucked me deep, pounding me like an animal while you were at work… it made me cum so hard my legs shook.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she pressed her heavy breasts against my chest. “Yesterday, before you came home, he bent me over his bed again. He didn’t even let me speak. Just lifted my nighty, spread my wet folds, and rammed his old, veiny dick inside me raw. I was dripping for him.”
My heart raced, a mix of jealousy and unexpected arousal hitting me. I kissed her neck, my hand slipping between her thighs to feel her already moistening cunt. “You really came for him again?”
Aparna moaned softly, grinding against my fingers. “Yes… he fucked me so good, filling me with his hot cum. I couldn’t stop moaning his name. My pussy was throbbing the whole time you were driving back.”
Later that evening, after putting Sree to sleep, Aparna took out the memory card. “I want to watch it alone first,” she said, her eyes gleaming with lust. She locked herself in the bedroom. I waited outside, pacing, my cock slowly hardening despite everything. After twenty minutes, I heard soft moans escaping from the room — her moans.
I pushed the door open quietly. Aparna was lying on the bed, nighty pulled up to her waist, legs spread wide. The video played on her phone: Shanawas’s strong, hairy body dominating her. In the footage, he had her on all fours, gripping her swaying tits as he thrust his massive cock into her tight, married pussy from behind. Aparna’s face in the video was pure ecstasy — eyes rolled back, mouth open, screaming “Fuck me harder, uncle!” as her ass rippled with every powerful slam.
My real Aparna was fingering her soaked cunt furiously while watching, two fingers plunging deep, her juices glistening on her thighs. “Look how deep he goes… his balls slapping my clit… I loved being his slut,” she gasped, not even stopping when she saw me. Her free hand pinched her erect nipple, pulling it hard.
I couldn’t hold back. I climbed on the bed, replacing her fingers with my tongue, licking her creamy pussy while she continued the video. She grabbed my hair, riding my face. “He fucked me better than you ever could, Sooraj… but you’re my husband. Still… his thick cum leaking out of me after he filled me up… it felt so dirty and good.”
That night, we fucked like never before. But even as I entered her, Aparna whispered filthy details: how Shanawas sucked her swollen clit until she squirted, how he made her ride his cock reverse cowgirl so he could watch her ass bounce, how he came buckets inside her fertile womb while calling her his personal whore. Her pussy clenched tighter than usual around me, clearly still craving that old wolf’s superior dick.
The next day, while I was at the office, my phone buzzed. It was Aparna. “He just messaged me. Said he misses my wet pussy already…” Her voice was husky. “What should I do, Sooraj? I promised you we’d stop… but my body is aching for him again.”
The old tension returned, stronger and more sexual than before. I knew deep down the door was never fully closed. Aparna’s slutty side, awakened by Shanawas’s relentless fucking, was hungry for more. And part of me, shamefully, was getting hard just thinking about it.