Adultery Unfaithful & Cheating Houswifes

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"Rajiv, what's wrong, you look like hell?" Ritesh exclaimed seeing my haggard appearance.

"Ritesh, please. Do me a big favor and don't ask any questions", I replied as I passed the contract agreement over the desk.

He looked at it and looked up at me. "What the fuck is going on? Don't tell me not to ask questions - I don't deserve a statement like that. We're supposed to be friends, or am I wrong about that?"

I quickly debated whether to tell him or not. "You're right, Ritesh. We are friends, but please, I just can't talk about it. I have to leave ….we’ll talk about it later," and I did just that.

"Wait, Rajiv. Okay, I won't ask you anything. Call me later in the evening, okay? You can do that, can't you?"

I hesitated and then nodded. "Thanks." I mumbled as I left the office.

It was four thirty and Manisha was going to leave office at five. There was only 30 minutes left to stop something I did not want to happen. Suddenly everything became clear. I needed to talk with her and save my marriage. I picked up the phone and called her office. I felt stupid and relieved at the same time. Why had I hesitated so long before doing just that. Luckily I still had time. Thirty minutes more to tell her I have been a fool but I loved her and did not want her to go with that Rohit Sinha.

“Excuse me, may I speak to Mrs Manisha Mittal please,” I said.
“I’m sorry, Sir, Mrs Mittal is not here at the office,“ came the answer.
“She ..she is not at the office …”I repeated, my voice trembling. A thousand things went through my mind at that very moment. “but I am her husband …can you tell me where she went?” I managed to say.
“No, Sir, she left early today … at three o’clock”.
My heart was racing very fast. I needed to get out of here. The only place I thought of was home. Maybe Manisha has left for home, maybe she was just feeling unwell. I hoped against hope that this was really the case… but I knew it would not be.

My last hope was gone within thirty minutes, the house was exactly as I left it earlier in the morning. Manisha did not come home after work. She went straight to wherever she had to go, with whoever she intended to be with and …was at this very moment probably doing whatever it was that she was up to …

I could not conceive that she would do that. I fought the images that flashed through my mind …and decided to go for a drive just to avoid staying here and torture myself. The only place that came to my mind was the Coffee Shop and I took the car and went straight there. Rohit would not be there but I needed to be somewhere else at this moment.

So I walked to my car, get inside and started my engine and was in front of the Coffee Shop before I knew it. I got out of my car like a robot, and went over and took a quick look inside before entering …and stopped dead.


I could not say which feeling came first when I saw Rohit sitting at the bar: a feeling of surprise, of relief or of joy. Anyway I almost ran into his arms and shot several questions at him at one stroke.
“Hey …what are you doing here? What happened? Shouldn’t you be somewhere else right now?”
He was surprised by such a show of enthusiasm and seemed taken aback and just stood there staring at me. But I did not want him to wait, I wanted him to tell me the words, to confirm to me that he was not, at this very moment, somewhere else doing …well, in the company of my wife.
“So, tell me what happened to your ...date?” Just then an awry thought came to my mind and I added “it was meant to be today only, right? Your date with the lovely Mrs Mittal?”
“Yeah it was to be today only,” he finally said. “But something terrible happened.” He said after what appeared to be a very very long pause.

“What?!!!” I almost shouted. What terrible thing could have happened?
“Well …actually I am suspended from work,” he said.
“Suspended from work?!!” I repeated. ”How come? And since when?” This was the last thing I expected to come from his mouth.
“Since yesterday morning …I mean the day after I talked to you. You see, since last month I was doing …hmm …some side business …if you see what I mean…”
I did not see what he meant, at least I did not care the least. Still I asked him ”ok … and what happened then.”
“Well, yesterday when I went to office, the boss called me in his office and told me they knew all about it and I was suspended till a board decision is taken.”
“Oh, that’s so sad,” I said, somehow feeling pity for him. Still I wanted to hear from his mouth that nothing happened between my wife and him. “So, I take it that your date with Mrs Mittal is …cancelled.”
“You are crazy man …everybody at the office is talking about me right now …do you think this woman or any woman for that matter, would want to be seen with me?”
“I guess not.”
“As a matter of fact, I met her in the corridor and she just ignored me. I seem to have lost interest in her eyes. I really regret not humping that bitch …I should really have got her to ride my cock, I guess it’s to late now.”

I knew better not to pay attention to his words. Now I could see how foolish I had been, to link my wife with such an insignificant guy, who could not even behave himself to save his job. Really I was too glad Manisha had not gone ahead. She obviously saw through him from the beginning and would not have been the least interested in him had I not come up with these stupid tests. Now, anyway she was giving her the cold shoulder and that was setting the records straight, once and for all.

Five minutes later, I was left the Coffee Shop in much better mood than when I came and reached home a little before seven. Manisha was sitting in the living room, waiting for me.
“Rajiv, we need to talk,” she said straight away.
“Where were you, I’d been looking for you since early afternoon …and don’t tell me you were at the office, because I phoned there and they said you left early.”
I realized I was shouting at her and it was not how I wanted it to be. But it was beyond me, I just could not control my emotions anymore.

I looked at Manisha and was surprised that she seemed so cool, so calm, so rational. Was she really going to let me in on what was eating at her?

"It's over, Manisha. I no longer wish to live like this. Either you tell me what's gnawing at you, or I'll leave without any further discussion. It's up to you."

I saw a grimace on her face. She stared at me and said:
"My mother had a surgical operation today. She is probably not going to live much longer …, " she said softly.

“What?!!!” I shouted for the second time in the same afternoon. “Since whe do you know that? And why didn’t you tell me about it before?”
“I learned about it yesterday …and tried to tell you but you seemed lost in your thoughts," she continued, without one changing her tone of voice even once.

I sat there, my mouth agape, totally shocked. There were so many things going on in my mind, so many things to be told or not. I knew I needed to sort out things for myself first. After a long silence, I took her hand in mine and said, “I am here now …everything will be just fine.”

My mother-in-law died the following week. Progressively Manisha was able to overcome the lost and things started to get better between us

I knew that my wife Manisha and myself needed to get away by ourselves for a while. It had been some time since we had taken a vacation, and we really needed time alone to rekindle the flame in our marriage.

We chose to stay to spend the weekend at a vacation resort called Wild Orchids. The first day, everything went as planned. We spent the whole day swimming and site-seeing. In the evening we had dinner together in the restaurant that seemed to set the mood that I wanted.

When our food arrived, we sat there and ate slowly, making small talk between bites and sips.

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We had been out together after a long time and I felt a sense of relief at how well things were going.

Moments later, just as we were getting ready to leave the restaurant, I got a sms on my mobile. I checked it out and saw it was a message from Ritesh telling me he had just seen my car in the parking of Wild Orchids and wanted to meet me urgently. I was not sure why but I did not want to meet him in the company of Manisha. So I picked up the phone and said “Can’t this wait till tomorrow at the office?” “No dear, once I tell you the news, you’ll thank me you took the time to come over here.” While I was talking, Manisha had moved towards the door, waiting for me to join her. Even as I looked at her, a thought crossed my mind. Ritesh had never seen my wife, and I suddenly wanted to know how he would react upon seeing her, lovely as she looked tonight. So I told Ritesh, “Ok mate, Come up and join you in the lobby where we can discuss the matter. Wait for me there.” Turning towards Manisha, I told her, “This has been a marvelous evening. How would you like us to go to the lobbby and have a drink before we go back to our room?” Though this seemed to take her by surprise, she agreed straight away. Five minutes later we were entering the lobby. “Manisha, please proceed to select a table for yourself. I need to go to the bathroom and will meet you in a moment. “ Once she was gone, I phoned Ritesh and told him “Hey, are you already in the lobby? I am at the reception, can you join me here instead?” Like I expected without 60 seconds, the door opened on Ritesh who seemed really happy to meet me. “What makes you so happy,” I asked, hoping that would bring the subject matter straight away to my wife.
“Actually I came here to tell you about the project you’ve been working on for the last year.”
“Yeah …by the way did you see the woman who just went into the lobby?” I said, immediately feeling bad I had committed myself by directly asking about her.
“Oh that one, she was hot. For one moment I thought of letting you wait here while I keep her company.” “Yeah, I knew someone like you would not help noticing a woman like her, right?”
He started on how hot Manisha was and he would be able to get in her pants if he had some time alone with her. I laughed. "By the way, you are staying here at the hotel?" I said.
"No. I live in town, I just like to come out here to look for entertainment," Ritesh said as he moved over to sit next to me. I looked around the room and then back at Ritesh. "Are these women what you mean by entertainment?” I asked.
"Yeah, they come out here looking for a good time and I make myself available," Ritesh said.
"So, what do you do when you get one of these women interested? Do you take them home with you?" I asked.
"No. The hotel manager is a good friend of mine. He usually lets me have an empty room that would otherwise be vacant. It's a win-win situation for the hotel and for me."
"And how successful you are with these women?"
"No woman who resists the charms of Mr Ritesh Sen lives to tell the story," he joked.
"You mean you can seduce any woman you want? Can you seduce the woman who just entered the lobby …for example?"
“You don’t believe me, do you?”
“I suspect your mouth is much bigger than your dick.”
“Let’s do something …take this key and go to my room. I bet you in 15 minutes, I’ll be walking in with this woman for a torrid session of sex like you’ve never seen.”

My heart was now beating very hard. I could not believe I was encouraging this guy to seduce my wife. “This is not possible …I mean won’t the lady be surprised to see me there.”
“No worry, the room has a see through mirror, so you will be in the bathroom and can see everything without being seen. Come on …what do you have to lose?”

I thought of it quickly and knew the truth was I needed to do this. Ritesh had been right all along, the decision to stay faithful to me was one only Manisha could take. And the only way to know was by putting her to the test.

Either Manisha will refuse his advances and this would give me enormous pleasure shutting out Ritesh’s mouth. Or she would fail the test and let Ritesh have his way with her, in which case my reaction would be one of relief …. And I had lived with this for so long, I needed this release. So long as I did not have the answer, my whole life would be a torture.
The moment I entered Ritesh room, I started getting a sick feeling I my stomach. I waited five minutes and called Manisha.

"Hey Manisha. It's Rajiv."
"Where are you?"
"I am sorry, I just got an urgent call from a client. I will have to drive to his place and back.”
"At what time you will be back?" Manisha asked.
"Probably one and a half hour …or two at most."
"I don't understand."
"I am sorry …I call you when I am on my way back," I said.
"Okay …" she said.

Now the ball was entirely in her court. She could leave the lobby and go straight away to our room if she wished. I wondered if Ritesh had been successful in chatting her up already.

I must have been in the room some 10 minutes when the front door opened. I immediately felt a lump in my throat and my heart started beating hard and fast. The door swung open and I saw Ritesh enter, then he stepped aside to let my wife Manisha come inside. Manisha walked to the middle of the room and looked around without saying say a word while Ritesh went to the CD player and put some music on. "I can't believe I agreed to come here with you, I need to get back to my room now." I heard Manisha laugh. "Guess you lose track of time when you're having fun," Ritesh said. "Yeah, it’s been really nice, but really I have to go now. I hope you're not mad, I mean..." "I couldn't be mad with you even if I wanted to."
"I wouldn't want it to change anything." "I'm glad to hear that." Ritesh said, putting his hands on Manisha's arms. Manisha looked uncomfortable, but didn't pull away. Ritesh reached out a hand to stroke at Manisha's hair. Her eyes looked to the floor. He continued stroking her hair. "You are so incredibly beautiful," he whispered to her. They stayed like this for what seemed like an eternity to me, as Ritesh traveled his fingers over the blade of her naked shoulders and blew gently over it. Manisha closed her eyes as he moved closer to her. She gulped as he kissed her neck. It was a light kiss...a tender kiss, but her entire body tightened, still hesitant, not sure how she was to respond. His hand rested on her waist. She sensed he wished to kiss her lips and she turned her head away. He didn't seem concerned or worried. He gently led her and sat her on the bed. Then, kneeling down in front of her, he moved his hand up her leg, caressing the soft flesh in his hand. "Ooh!" She flinched, squirming slightly at his touch. While rubbing my wife's feet, Ritesh let his hands slowly move up, so he was massaging her calves. Manisha sank back in the bed and closed her eyes. When he reached above her knee, Manisha straightened and said, "Whoa, better watch where your hands go." "I know exactly where my hands are." Ritesh said. "That's the problem. You're just trouble." "I know." Ritesh leaned forward and started kissing Manisha's foot. She just giggled at that. His lips moved up, sucking her calf and then behind her knee. She sank deeper on the bed, her breathing getting deeper. While he sucked on the back of her knee, Ritesh slipped a hand up Manisha's thigh and it disappeared under her dress. Manisha caught her breath and opened her legs just a little wider. She was gripping o the pillow sheet and it clearly took a lot of effort for her to stop Ritesh before he reached the hem of her dress. "C'mon, we really can't do this. You have to stop, Ritesh." Manisha said, clearing her throat. There was not much contention in her voice. Her tone told a different story than her words. "It's so hard to not touch you every time I see you." Manisha looked flustered, like arguing was getting harder. "Someone could show up here at any time. Do you want to get caught?" Still kneeling in front of Manisha, Ritesh reached up and touched her face, ran his fingers through her hair. "We really should stop this. We shouldn't be doing this anyway." Manisha said breathlessly. Ritesh was now back on his feet and gently pulled my wife’s hand, drawing her into his arms. "Do you want me to stop?" "I..."
Ritesh pulled her face close to his lips her, "Should I stop?" Ritesh leaned forward and kissed her. I thought I nearly passed out, because Manisha didn't push him anyway. In fact, after a brief pause, Manisha leaned forward and kissed him back! "God help me. No..." she said. Soon she was putting her arms around him and they kissed deep and passionately. Ritesh lifted the edge of her skirt up her waist. She opened her eyes again, and watched as his breath caressed the satin of her panties. She was exposed. Ritesh continued pulling the skirt along her hips. Then he reclined back slightly, looking at her naked hips and legs, and the beautiful satin in the tender area between her legs. He wasn't saying a word, yet his expression and attention conveyed an appreciation of her beauty. It was pure adoration, and like any object of unspeakable beauty, he seemed afraid to touch it lest he ruined it somehow. Ritesh then outstretched his hand and Manisha took his hand and moved to him, revealing her exposed panties as she let herself be led onto the bed. She didn't seem to wonder what he was to do to her. She seemed to want to let go, and let this man do to her as he wished. Whatever he chose. He continued to hold her hand and he sat her to the table in front of the window. He then proceeded to unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor as he lifted her by the waist onto the table. Ritesh knew I was just behind and wanted me to witness his victory from real close. Manisha rested there with her legs hanging freely on the side of the table as his hand moved up her arm, round her shoulders and onto her face. He then took her arms and lifted them over her head. Her hands now hanged loose and her chest arched towards him. Slowly he opened her dress, one button at a time, revealing her white soft body, covered only by her bra. He then moved his hand to her right shoulder and slipped off the strap of her bra, and repeated the process on the left side. All the while, Manisha didn't break the shared gaze with Ritesh. The bra fell down her body, exposing her bare, creamy breasts and nipples. She lay in front of him, now wearing only her satin panties. Ritesh seemed in awe, and offered no spoken word. Manisha's lips quivered as Ritesh trailed his finger smoothly over her breast. He didn't move his gaze or his body... just his finger. It moved from the top of her breast, along the side, and underneath. He moved it slowly inward, covering every centimeter of flesh with his fingertip. Still, his eyes never left hers. Her body jumped with sensitivity, holding the potential for orgasm just from his delicate touch. She opened her lips, and let her breath flow freely. But Manisha didn't break her gaze with Ritesh as he moved the finger between her breasts, up her chest. Her left nipple pointed upwards, appearing to ache for its turn at the touch, her breast pulsating with the anticipation of his finger. She bit her lip as his finger traced its way to the left nipple. Manisha cried her first moan of ecstasy as his mouth moved between her breasts, licking the glistening flesh with his slow, writhing tongue. His mouth then closed on her erect left nipple. For a long moment he continued loving her breasts. He kissed slowly, licked tenderly, and rubbed his face gently into them. Manisha was moaning. The quiet decent housewife was vocally responding to Ritesh's touch. She moaned at the attention to her body that had overpowered anything she could resist. Ritesh was now kissing her softly, slowly over her breasts and stomach. His hands lovingly caressed her as they slid up and down her legs. He paid attention to every part of them as well. Kissing and touching her legs as if he didn't understand them and needed the touch to discover her. He moved to her ankles, her feet, and her arms. He loved her as if her elbows and shoulders excited him as much as her breasts and vagina. Nobody had ever loved a woman like this. No man ever seemed to get past a woman's obvious attributes and appreciate her so completely. "Aahhh!" Manisha moaned with each tender placement of his lips, outstretching her legs as far as they could on the table. She breathed low, long moans as he worked his lips on her legs. His fingers softly caressed her feet and ankles as he kissed her shins. Ritesh kissed her knees, tickling underneath with his tongue. His hands moved up her thighs in long, smooth strokes. She was so close... so close to liberation. His hand moved up between her legs, palming the delicate area covered by her panties. His lips moved up her dripping thighs, and Manisha finally moved her hands. She rested them on his head, inviting him up higher ...patiently waiting for his lips to reach her panties. Her chest heaved as his first kiss pressed against the satin. A wonderful burst of energy glowed beneath the fabric, patiently waiting to be filled and loved. She wanted him. She wanted him inside her. "Ritesh..." she could say his name now. She slid her fingers under the panty straps, and slowly slid them down her legs. Ritesh took over from her and dropped the satin panties onto the floor. She glazed over with pleasure as she watched Ritesh removing his clothes, sliding his briefs down to expose his cock. She lay there, completely naked and helpless before the erect man. "Oh, Ritesh!" He guided his cock inside her and gave a rapid thrust. He then pulled out of her slowly, watching her eyes as she received the pleasure he gave her and knowing she was watching him as she received it. Ritesh continued the gentle penetration of her, gently thrusting, apparently gaining inspiration from the increasing arousal of his lovely partner beneath him. His cock plunged deeper, more powerfully into her. Manisha reached up her hand and massaged his chest, stroking the short hairs scattered across him. Their eyes remained locked on each other as their moans joined in harmony. She moved her hands to his hips, feeling the power of his body driving into her. Manisha cried out and her body flinched as he shot his load inside her. It was an ecstatic flinch. It was a flinch of digging her fingernails into his hips and tightening her body as if she would explode if she didn't. Her eyes closed as if wondering if Ritesh could ever understand how incredible he was making her feel. She was a woman. From his lovemaking. From his patient, dedicated lovemaking. In one fleeting moment, I remembered about Manisha's dream, it had awakened her passion so that in the end caused her to break her own promise of fidelity. Her animal instincts triggered within her every woman's most secret desire… the urge to be filled and stretched by a dominant male's huge organ. Ritesh was the proverbial alpha male who seek and planted his seed in the most attractive female he could find.
The moment Ritesh had Manisha alone, he seduced her in less than no time. It was mother nature helping the most important seduction of all, leading a beautiful attractive female in the path of a handsome, well-hung, virile male as part of a sensual dance that led to sexual union.

Everything that had happened over the last couple of months had set the scene for this, the final big show.

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HIS VICTORY, MY LOSS

My wife Neeta planned a weekend trip with two of her friends and their husbands to a resort out of Bangalore. I had met her friends before-- Neha, a very sexy 28 year old with a good figure and Sunita, slightly plump but still very sexy. Neeta, my wife, is absolutely stunning. Last year she gave birth of our only son Tuhin. I did not know either of the husbands Sunil, Neha’s husband, nor Amit, Sunita's husband. Sunita and Neha worked with Neeta so they were familiar to me. We checked into the resort in the evening and got ready for dinner at the resort disc. Neeta and her friends chatted with me and the other husbands but somehow I felt out of place. I noticed Sunil paying more attention to my wife than I was comfortable with. Even flirting with her and my wife seemed to like it. While talking his hand would always rest just above her knee on the inside of her thigh. Neeta seemed not to mind, so I said nothing. When he asked her for a dance, she was more than eager and had no qualms with a hot number rubbing her body to his and they moved to the far side of the floor on a slow song, past the crush of bodies swaying and writhing to the music. I couldn’t see them and felt uncomfortable and also excited in a strange manner imagining my wife with another guy. Sometime later I went to the men’s room. From my cubicle I could hear Sunil telling Amit, “Neeta’s looking hot, I wish l could fuck her tonight.”
Amit said, “She’s married and with her husband around?“ Sunil laughed, “Who says you can’t fuck a married woman! Haven’t I fucked your wife?” “You bastard, “ Amit replied. I was shocked, frightened and strangely excited. I had to get Neeta out of here. She would have no idea about any of what he had heard. When I asked Neeta to come out she said, “Don’t be ridiculous Sanjay, I’m enjoying myself. Go and have some rest if you’re not feeling well “ I couldn’t tell her what I had heard in the men’s room; the last thing I wanted was to cause a scene with so many people around. I decided to go to our room and lie down, and decide what to do. I ordered a bottle of scotch from room service, deciding to get hammered. Of course nothing would happen, if the man tried, Neeta would slap his face. She wasn’t like that. She had never been unfaithful in all our 6 years of marriage. Before marriage was, of course, a different story. I took my drink onto the room’s balcony and sat looking out at the city’s lights. I decided to wait for an hour or so and rejoin the party. I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember, I heard voices outside of the door. One was Neeta, the other a man’s voice. I jumped up, and for some unexplainable reason, decided to hide. I closed the balcony door leaving the curtain slightly open so that I could see inside the room, just then the bedroom door opened. Neeta came in followed by Sunil.
“He’s not here “she said, “Thanks for coming to look for him with me. That was sweet of you Sunil.”
“Happy to help “Sunil replied. Neeta went and stood in front of the dressing table mirror and to my horror I saw Sunil lock the door. Neeta, looking in the mirror, slid her lipstick across her lips. She lit a cigarette and turned to face Sunil. Sunil was standing very close, a smile on his face. “That was nice what you did in the elevator Neeta.“ “You mean this?” she replied, and pecked him on his lips. “Well that and the other thing too,” he said. “Do it again for me.” Neeta smiled at him and held her dress raised it until I could see her stocking tops. Sunil looked down between her legs, then leaned to his right and slid his hand onto her stocking thigh. Neeta’s face looked mesmerized as she allowed Sunil to slide his hand all the way up her thigh. “Lift it higher Neeta,” he said. She did, I could now clearly see her thong, and so could Sunil. I watched as my wife closed her eyes and Sunil cupped her pussy with his hand. She moaned loudly as I saw Sunil’s arm moving in and out, I imagined the man had his fingers inside her pussy, fingering her. With his other hand he undid the strap holding her dress on her right shoulder. The dress fell down exposing Neeta’s right breast and nipple, which was clearly aroused. His fingers pulled and twisted her nipple sending tremors through her body. She was moving her hips in time to his fingers, pushing back at him. “We should go Sunil, the others,” Neeta whispered. “It’s ok, my wife must be having fun with Amit with Sunita watching.” “What!” said Neeta, shocked. “Its ok Neeta. We have been fucking each others’ wives for some time. It’s only you who was not included.” Saying this he roughly kissed her. My wife opened her crimson lips, accepting Sunil’s tongue to lick and slide inside. His hand left her breast and started to undo his belt and pants. His pants fell to the floor along with his boxers exposing the longest cock I had ever seen. It wasn’t fully erect yet but was already longer and thicker than mine. I was horrified; my wife was going to be fucked with that monster. It would hurt her, I was sure. Sunil began to slide Neeta’s panties down her thighs, “Take them off,” he said and she obediently removed them to expose her wet pussy to him. Sunil asked “after the birth of your son did you and your husband started fucking. She said no …not yet but I think my pussy is ready. I watched, fascinated, the thought that my beautiful little wife was going to be fucked by his huge cock made hot and horny, I had my cock out and started stoking myself. Sunil’s hand returned to her now very wet pussy, his fingers immediately slipping inside her making her moan loudly. Neeta spread her legs wider and squatted slightly to allow her lover better access to her cunt. Sunil took her head in his hands he kissed her again, moving forward to let the tip of his un circumcised cock stroke across her thigh. Still kissing her, Sunil took his cock in his hand and slid it across her pussy lips, Neeta moaned into his mouth, I could see her slide her tongue past her crimson lips and search for her lovers tongue. She held his arm as if to urge him to touch her again. “I’m going to fuck you” he grunted at her, “I’m going to fuck you and cum in you”. Sunil pulled his foreskin back exposing the large purple mushroom head and positioned it at the entrance of my wife’s tight but very wet cunt. I saw him push forward; the head forced itself in, folding my wife’s pussy lips in with it. He pulled out again and rubbed it along her lips again. “Oh Christ Sunil, that’s fucking wonderful when you do that” I had never heard my wife use language like that before. Suddenly Neeta pulled back removing Sunil’s cock from her pussy “ Let me lick this dirty cock ” saying this she knelt before him and took his cock coated with her juice into her mouth and they both moaned. This was hot and something she had never done with me. She licked for some time and got up “ok Sunil lets fuck ” Sunil pushed again, this time with a hand on Neeta’s bottom to hold her in place. I could practically hear a pop as the mans huge cock opened my wife’s cunt, I saw with excitement the cock head disappear inside my wife’s body. Neeta was looking down between her legs, looking where they were joined; she had a strange look on her face, a very dirty grin. She slid her hands onto Sunil’s bottom and lifted her right leg, hooking it on his hip. This made her open a bit more and as Sunil pushed, more of his cock slid into her. She was kissing him again, he started to fuck into her, short stabs, pulling out and pushing further in. She was kissing his neck now; Sunil’s only intention was impaling this little slut on his cock. He sucked her tongue, licked her lips, anything to make her wetter and open up for him. Loud moans were coming from deep within her, Sunil was grunting every time he pushed into her.
“Aaaahhhhhhhhhh…” he grunted, “I’m all the way in you now.” “Christ how you’re sooo fucking tight.” Sunil was cursing now with every thrust, and Neeta could only hang on as her body was pushed up against the table from the fucking she was getting from this man. She lifted her other leg and wrapped it round his waist, she started humping her hips sliding herself up and down this beautiful cock that was very soon going to bring on her orgasm. Watching my wife getting fucked by another man had me hot and my own cum was now covering my hand, as my wife’s ankles crossed behind Sunil’s waist. He was now holding her tight to him, his huge strong arms completely wrapped round her. Her bare breasts jumped up and down at every thrust. Sunil leaned down to bite her breast and she screamed with the pain as he bit and sucked. Sunil was close now. Neeta grunted and moaned as her orgasm washed through her, her lips on his, kissing, tonguing him, giving herself to him. All the time the hard cock fucking her, they kissed through her orgasm. Sunil gripped her tighter, he released an animal growl from deep within himself. I saw his buttocks clench, the muscles contracting as the sperm flowed out of his hard cock deep into my wife’s tight wet cunt. Sunil thrust inside her three more times, making sure all his semen was gushing into her. Then he held her tight, his cock still buried deep. I could see where their pubic hair was matted together with their combined cum. I watched as my wife’s lovers cum started to leak out past the base of the softening cock. They kissed deeply, passionately, like lovers. They stayed locked together for what seemed like hours, kissing, Sunil making slow fucking movements in and out of her, more and more of his cum leaking out and dripping onto the carpet. The cum was running down her leg onto her stocking top. She looked down as Sunil wiped the sticky end of his cock on her pubic hair. Neeta cupped her hand between her legs to stop flowing his thick cum and went into the bathroom. Sunil dressed himself and waited for her. She sat at the dresser and fixed her make up, then I watched them kiss one last time and leave. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, I had just watched another man fuck my wife and liked it. I washed myself and went down to join the others, thinking of getting even. I walked down to the hall where they sat chatting and smoking and Neeta was drinking. Sunil sat close to her. “Here you are darling,” she said, kissing my lips. I could smell Sunil’s cum on her lips.
“Drink my friend?” Sunil handed me a large scotch, a look of victory on his face
(END)

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