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

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As Anitya writhed underneath him, Sumit kept up a relentless rhythm. His endurance was incredible. To Siddharth's dismay, her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Still kissing him, Anitya wrapped her arms and long legs around Sumit, hugging him so close it was like they were a single person. Finally Sumit slowed his pace, sensing Anitya's orgasm subsiding. He moved her to lie on the sofa, but they remained in their intimate embrace. He kept fucking her but slowed so he could talk softly into her ear. They held each other and kissed as they talked. Siddharth could hear the whispers but couldn't make out what was being said. Occasionally Anitya would smile and nod her head, then they'd kiss some more.

Anitya's legs were dbangd around Sumit. Her tights were laddered and drenched with sweat. She untangled herself from him and let him climb off of her. His penis withdrew from her making a suction noise as it popped out of her pussy. Sumit stood up and held out his hand. Anitya gave him a stunning smile and took his hand, and he helped her off the sofa. They held each other for a moment, his hard cock pressed against her flat stomach.

Anitya stood on her tiptoes, held Sumit's head in her hands and kissed him. Again, the intimacy of the gesture made Siddharth's heart sink. Smiling, she gently squeezed Sumit's hard cock, acknowledging he hadn't yet cum. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom she shared with Siddharth. She didn't even glance in Siddharth's direction, and he felt completely forgotten. Worst, he felt like he'd lost his wife. Sumit had already cum in her mouth and down her throat, now he was going to cum deep inside her womb and then who knew where else during the night. Siddharth's guess was Anitya wasn't going to get much sleep this night.

With horror Siddharth remembered Anitya had gone off the pill months ago, and she hadn't made Sumit wear a condom. Sumit was clearly extremely fertile; he had 2 kids with Avani. Siddharth leaped to his feet, he could still stop this. But getting up so quickly made him dizzy, especially with all the alcohol and grass in his body, and he staggered and fell. He finally got up, but he couldn't move very fast.

When he finally entered his bedroom he saw Anitya on her back, Sumit between her spread legs. Suddenly Sumit moaned and his muscular back arched, and he pumped again and again into Anitya each time with a shuddering groan, and then finally he slowed down. Like before they kissed and spoke softly to each other, Anitya's arms around his neck, softly playing with his hair.

Sumit was still inside her but his cock softened, and Siddharth's heart sank as he saw a thick milky cream leak from her pussy and coat her black tights. Siddharth knew in his heart Sumit had just impregnated his wife. He staggered from the room, fell on the sofa and passed out.

Sometime in the middle of the night Siddharth woke. He was barely awake, still drunk from the alcohol and pot. But his foggy brain registered he was in bed. How had he gotten there? He felt something sharp stabbing into his thigh. No, he wasn't in bed, he was in a boat, he felt the waves. He opened his eyes. Everything was blurry. Then he began making out shapes. Anitya lay beside him. On her back. Sumit on top of her, between her open legs. Her bare legs, she'd taken off the tights. Sumit moving back and forth. Anitya's moans and whimpering. Sumit was fucking her again. Not waves, the bed moving. Ouch. What was pressing into his thigh? A high heel? Anitya had on heels, and the stiletto dug into him as Sumit fucked her. Then the pressure disappeared. Anitya's legs went on Sumit shoulders. He bed shook harder. He grunted. His back arched. He pumped over and over. More baby making juice in his wife's fertile womb. Then Siddharth passed out again.