Adultery Sruthi - A Complicated Woman by Dilip Sexist

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Aarthi - Whoever wants to watch it can call us on Skype. We can put a conference video call. You can watch Shruti getting fucked by my husband live. It is mandatory for Dilip. He must call us and watch it on camera while it is optional for others. But who would miss the chance to watch it live? This will be a regular event from today. All Friday nights are going to be like this

Pandian - Wow. I would love to watch this bitch get fucked mercilessly. Show no mercy, Santosh

Santosh - I will do my best Pandian

Bharath - So I can cancel subscription to pornhub from now. Who needs to watch foreign chicks getting banged when I could watch an Indian hot  newlywed wife being fucked?

Aarthi - Mind your words. I am also a . Not all  are sluts like her

Me - Guys. Can you stop this? Don't you think you guys are going overboard. You are blackmailing us into this. Santosh's proposal was outrageous in itself. She is my wife, not a whore. But putting skype conference is way too much. I can't handle it

Pandian - Why? You will wet your pants watching it like you did last weekend?

Everyone erupted to a loud laughter. I didn't have anything to say. People got up from lunch and went to do their work.

It was evening. Pandian and Bharath got Aarthi's skype id and left. Santosh came to Shruti's place and told her it was time to leave. Shruti packed everything, gave a sad look at me and followed Santosh.

Aarthi came to my desk and alerted me "You have to login to skype. Remember? Now get your ass home immediately"

I also packed my things and followed them. I saw them getting into their car. Aarthi was driving. Shruti and Santosh got into the back seat. We had to travel for around 15 minutes in the same route. We were stuck in a signal. Their car was standing to my left. All the windows were closed initially. Aarthi lowered the window on her side and smiled at me. She turned back, talked something and laughed. She extended hand and got something. She threw it into my car window. It was Shruti's t shirt. Next she threw Shruti's bra similarly. She then turned back and laughed for sometimes. It looked like Shruti was resisting a bit. But eventually, her jean did come off but along with her panties. Aarthi threw them into my car. The signal went green. Suddenly, Santosh lowered his car window and called me out. I turned to find Shruti sitting nude on seat and Santosh was pinching and rotating her nipples. Shruti was moaning hard trying to push his hands away from her. I was able to hear her voice. Then his windows went up and they left. The cars behind me started honking and I went to my house.

I got a message in the Whatsapp group from Aarthi"Guys.. call this skipe id - XXXXXX.. The show starts in 5 minutes"

I opened my laptop and called the number. I observed that I did not have any guilty or bad feeling when I was about to call the number. On the other hand, I was excited. Watching Shruti enjoyed by Santosh in their car actually gave me an erection. Am I coming out of cuckold fantasies and becoming a real life cuckold? I already was a cuckold once to Ram and Shruti. But that happened for one day only. I had no idea when this was going to end. The call connected

Pandian and Bharath had already joined. They were waiting eagerly. The camera in Aarthi's laptop was pointing to their house door. Aarthi was near the door smiling at the camera. She started a count down.. 5..4..3..2..1 and then opened the door. Santosh entered carrying Shruti on his two hands. Shruti was completely naked as I saw in the car. She had turned her head towards his head out of shyness. Aarthi went near her and turned her face towards the camera. Bharath and Pandian applauded. It was actually quite a sight to watch. Shruti's curves appeared amazingly beautiful when he carried her in his arms. Especially her hips and her ass which was protruding downwards. Her legs stretched straight to the other side.