Adultery Cuckold - Adventures of a hot Indian wife Anitya by divya_baby (Completed)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Siddharth and Anitya were all over each other in the taxi home. Unlike Dheeraj, he showed no patience shoving his hand up her skirt. Anitya's knee pressed against the back of the driver's seat as her husband fingered her. Siddharth felt the torn pantyhose and then his wife's pussy, which was soaking wet. The driver adjusted his mirror to watch the action. He envied the man, because the girl was so good looking. He'd trade his fare for 10 minutes with her, but he knew that only happened in porn movies.

In their apartment they didn't even make it to their bed, instead falling on the sofa. Siddharth got between her legs, pushed her skirt up around her waist, and shoved his cock through the hole made by Dheeraj. "He got you so hot, didn't he?" Siddharth taunted. "You would have fucked him, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! I would have!" she answered falling into their normal pillow talk. "Isn't that what you wanted?" Her question came out like a challenge.

"YES!" Siddharth cried as his orgasm neared. "I wanted to see you fucked hard by a big dicked stud! I wish that bitch hadn't showed up, we'd be up in Dheeraj's room right now and you'd be on your back with his big cock inside you!"

Later after cumming, they lay on their sides in bed, facing each other. "You really were attracted to him, weren't you?" He wasn't just referring to the way she let him finger her, but also the way they kissed at the end. It bothered him the way she let Dheeraj kiss her so intimately -- like they were lovers, not just a one night stand -- but he didn't mention it, and she didn't notice his mixed feelings.

Instead she giggled. "Well, yeah! I mean, you're getting really good at picking out men who are my type." She was referring to how, when they were out, Siddharth would often point out a man to Anitya and say "I bet you find him handsome, don't you?"

He softly ran his fingers over his wife's side. "You liked the way he touched you?"

"I think that's obvious, don't you," she said slyly. Then her expression turned serious. "Did you really want me to have sex with him?"

Siddharth swallowed a lump in his throat. He felt conflicted, his big head saying one thing and his little head saying something else. Avoiding the question, he asked, "He looked pretty big, didn't he? He had a big hard-on when he stood up."

It didn't escape her he was avoiding her question, but she couldn't help giggling. "Honestly, Siddharth, I think you pay more attention to men than I do." She paused dramatically and her face turned serious. "Siddharth, are you gay?"

Her question startled him. "What?! Of course not!"

"I'm just kidding!" she said laughing. "But you're so predictable." She thought back to all their pillow talk over the years. "With you, it can't be just any handsome man who does me. It has to be a well hung handsome man."

Siddharth smiled sheepishly. "I know it turns you on too."

"Maybe," she said teasingly, reaching under the covers and cupping Siddharth's penis. "Especially since this is all I get from you."

"You're such a slut," he moaned as she began stroking him.

"But that's what you want, isn't it?"

"You know I do."

"What is it you want, Siddharth? Tell me."

Siddharth felt intoxicated with lust. "I want you to open your legs to other men, and let them finger you and make you cum, and let them kiss you like you belong to them!"

"You liked that, didn't you, when I let Dheeraj kiss me?"

"God yes!" he groaned. Her stroking and words had him so close to an orgasm.

"He's a really good kisser," she said almost dreamily. She kept stroking him, but in an absent minded way and her face took on an introspective look. "I'd forgotten how exciting it is to be with a really hot guy."

Siddharth grunted and jerked, and then spurted his cum over his wife's soft hand.