07-09-2020, 09:11 PM
Chapter 10: Search and Rescue?
It had been a few seconds since Tanya had told me that my wife was no longer in the room. I tried very hard to look all around the dimly lit hall to see if my wife was there anywhere, but it seems Tanya was right. Shae had left with Shinde and Ibrahim.
“Where did they go?”, I turned towards Tanya and asked
“To fuck, obviously”, she replied, giggling
“No, Tanya...I mean you just said that all the rooms are full…..so where did they go?”
“Oh...I don’t know but we can check all the rooms once”, she said as she got up, eager to help.
Together, Tanya and I went to the rooms one by one. As I opened each door, I kept mentally preparing myself to once again see the sight of my wife being fucked by both Shinde and Ibrahim. But it wasn’t what I saw when I looked into each room. I think since we were a little late to the party, we didn’t realise how many of the guests had already gone into the different bedrooms in the penthouse. Most rooms had some or the other young girl pleasuring a guy. In one of the rooms, we even saw Saahil, the bodybuilder guy that I had seen before, giving a lapdance to another older-looking man. Tanya told me that Saahil was gay and was specially called in for servicing closeted homosexual men whom Shinde wanted to impress.
Finally, we had checked all the rooms on the floor and Rekha was not in any of them. As we approached the final room, Tanya put her ear against the door and listened in for a second.
“I definitely hear the sound of two guys grunting and one girl moaning. Maybe it’s your wife”, Tanya said.
We opened the door and the sight that I saw was totally surprising to me, but for different reasons than I expected. There on the bed was an older woman whom I had seen at some of my company’s official parties. She used to stand next to my MD at the parties and here she was, getting her pussy licked. But that wasn’t even the most surprising thing. The person licking her pussy while kneeling on his knees and elbows was my very own MD, Mr. Pereira. And behind Mr. Perira was Rajan, Shinde’s henchman who had driven Rekha to the apartment during Shinde’s last party. As my eyes adjusted further to the darkness, I saw that a really sweaty Rajan was fucking Mr. Pereira in the ass as the MD licked his wife’s pussy! Mr. Pereira also saw me for a second and his eyes became wide in surprise and fear. But before either of us could react, Tanya quickly pulled me back and closed the door.
“What happened? That wasn’t your wife but you still look like you saw a ghost”, she asked
“That...that was the boss of my company...Mr Pereira.”
“Oh shit”, said Tanya
“What was he doing?”, I asked stupidly
“He was getting his ass fucked by Rajan. He is clearly a submissive and maybe bi as well. Maybe he is a bi cuckold”, Tanya answered.
We headed towards the bar and Tanya made me a drink to calm my nerves. As I sipped on the drink. I asked, “Did you know who he was or how he was connected to me?”
“What? Of course not!”, she said.
I continued sipping my drink as I once again tried to digest what I had seen and how it would impact my career and my job. I realised that I just had to find Rekha and get out of there. I gulped my drink down and asked Tanya, “If my wife is not here then where else could she have gone?”
I could see Tanya think to herself and then suddenly, she looked at me with her eyes wide with surprise and said, “The 28th Floor!”
We quickly took the lift and went down two floors. As the doors opened, we were once in the banquet-room-style hall where I had first seen Tanya and where my wife had also first seen Tanya. As we exited the lift, Ankita, the madam who managed the prostitutes and whom I had met on my first visit to the building with Shinde, came rushing over to us.
“Tanya! Isn’t this Dada’s accountant or something? Why have you brought him here?”
“I’m his consultant”, I said in a slightly angry tone before Tanya could answer. Then I added, “We are looking for someone. A woman in a red saree. She must have come here with Dada and Ibrahim.”
“I know who you are talking about...”, Ankita replied looking at me and then after a pause she continued, “...But I am sorry to say that you can’t have her. She has already been paid for…”
“Paid for?” I asked, assuming the worst.
“Yeah, Darul Hasan already paid for her and he is not the kind of person whom you can offer a refund to”, Ankita explained.But I didn’t quite understand what she was talking about so I looked towards Tanya, expecting a better explanation.
Tanya looked back at me with a look of pity on her face as she said, “I told you Dada would try to make her a prostitute….Darul Hasan is one of Dada’s biggest suppliers of drugs. He is from Afghanistan but he stays in Dubai. He comes here once in a while to talk business with Dada. In return for the high quality product that he gives, Dada always gives him the service of the best girls that we have. It seems that your wife is the best girl tonight.”
I could feel the room spinning around me as I heard Tanya’s explanation. I had expected that Rekha would maybe have sex with Shinde and Ibrahim, but for her to become a prostitute sounded unbelievable.
“No, Ankita. Rekha is not that kind of woman. She is being forced for sure. Where is she?!”
“Darling, I know for sure that is not being forced. She went willingly with Darul. And what do you mean, she is not that kind of woman? Do you know her personally?”, Ankita asked.
Before I could answer, Tanya stepped in and answered for me, “She is his wife, Ankita. Is there no way he can talk to her at least?”
Now Ankita looked at me with pity in her eyes before saying, “No he cannot talk to her for sure. The least I can do is let you see her, to ensure that she is not harmed or forced in any way.”
I nodded in agreement, barely able to make sense of what was going on. Ankita led us to a room at one corner of the hall. As we opened and stepped inside, I saw that it was a room with a glass window, through which you could see into another room, which was a large bedroom. The bedroom had many other large mirrors and I immediately realised that they were actually one way mirrors and that the glass window that I was looking through, was also a one way mirror through which I could look into the bedroom, but the people in the bedroom could not look at me.
“Most of our rooms are full on Friday so I had to give Darul this room. Not that he minds. You are lucky that you can at least see her now from this viewing gallery, Ankita explained as Tanya and I settled down on the couch in the viewing room.
As I looked again into the bedroom, I saw a baffling sight. My dear wife Rekha stood at the foot of the large bed with her eyes closed. Her saree pallu had already been removed and she stood there in just her blouse and a thin red lace panty. In front of her, a rough-looking man in his 40s, with a dishevelled beard and hair sat at the edge of the bed, who I understood to be Darul. He had his hands wrapped tightly around my wife’s waist as he held her really close and licked her cleavage over her blouse. Rekha was clearly not being forced in the act as she was in fact, running her hands through his hair and pulling him in closer to her breasts as she moaned in ecstasy. The erotic sight was too much for me to bear and I felt my cock getting hard again. Tanya noticed it as well and she slowly opened the zip of my pants and freed my cock from the confines of my underwear, and then proceeded to rub it.
“Perhaps you need to relieve some tension and enjoy the moment like your wife is.”, she said. Then she added, “I am sure that Dada and Ibrahim sir are also behind one of the mirrors and they are having fun watching her as well. So relax.”
I was very confused about my situation. I knew that this was not what we had planned for tonight. I also knew that this situation may not be safe for Rekha. But it bothered me that she had still found the courage to go ahead and sleep with one of Shinde’s clients….How could she not think about me? How could she not think about our marriage? Was our understanding to have sex with Shinde not enough for her? If she was willing to go with the flow, then why should I hold myself back?
With these thoughts in mind, I decided to relax and enjoy the moment, like Tanya suggested. The young prostitute lubricated my cock with her spit and continued to move her hands up and down my shaft in a slow but steady passion, keeping me aroused but preventing me from going over the edge.
I focussed my attention back towards the bedroom and saw that Darul was still licking and biting my wife’s cleavage. I could hear Rekha’s whimpers as Darul slowly started to kiss and lick southwards. Soon he had planted his mouth on her soft belly and was literally biting into it as his fingers dug into the side of her waist.
“Ooohhhhh……..ooooohhh……..fuck….yessss…..”my wife exclaimed as he bit down hard on her supple flesh and then pushed his wet tongue inside her navel, relishing the flavour.
Suddenly, the brute held her waist even tighter and as if executing a wrestling move, he spun her around and threw her on the bed. For a moment, I thought that Rekha must have been hurt, but I saw her smiling naughtily as she looked at Darul with lust in her eyes and cupped her breasts in an inviting manner. The thug now stood up and started to remove his clothes, revealing a very hairy body underneath. His chest, stomach, back, back of his arms, all of it was covered with hair, as if he was a bear in human form. Finally, when he was down just to his underwear, he got up on the bed and started to lick Rekha’s feet. He took his time to lick and suck each of her toes and he even moved his thick, wet tongue between her toes. Clearly he enjoyed licking her feet. Rekha seemed to be a bit ticklish now as she was giggling and trying to release her foot from Darul’s hold. But he held her by the thigh and kept her feet in place. After a few minutes, he started to move his tongue towards her knees and soon he was licking and biting her taut thighs. The pleasure must have been too much for Rekha as she tried to push Darul’s head away. But he was unrelenting. He kept pushing upwards, savouring more of my wife until he was finally at the edge of her pussy. Rekha was squirming with pleasure on the bed by now. Her eyes were closed tightly and she kept arching her back and almost lifting her upper body off the bed as the brute licked her pussy over the thin lace panties.
Then, in a sudden movement, Darul turned my wife onto her stomach, as if she was a rag doll. He put his fingers into the waistband of her panties and in one swift motion, pulled it off her body completely. Rekha squeaked with surprise as he did so. As soon as her panties were off, the brute grabbed each globe of her ass with either hand, parted them so that her asshole and wet pussy were visible and then dived head first into the crack.
“Oh!”, Rekha exclaimed and held the bedsheet tight between her fingers as Darul pushed his bearded face and tongue deeper into her ass crack and clicked her asshole. I was surprised at how much my wife was enjoying a strangers’ tongue tasting her there. Within a few seconds, I saw Rekha actually moving one of her legs towards her and giving Darul better access to lick her. The brute lifted his head for just a second, spit a huge gob of saliva right on her asshole and then once again buried his face in her crack and continued tasting her.
I could feel that Tanya had slightly increased the pace at which she was stroking me, while she watched the scene. Perhaps she was getting turned on as well. I decided to take advantage of the situation and put one hand on the back of her neck and gently nudged her towards my cock. Being the pro that she was, Tanya quickly got the message and without any hesitation, took my entire cock in her mouth and proceeded to give me a sloppy blowjob. She started to moan while swallowing my cock, making me moan with pleasure as well. I kept watching my wife and her new lover enjoying themselves on the bed as I started to gradually feel almost a perverted sense of pride for my wife. While I had encouraged her to continue on this path of sexual discovery and I even felt angry at her for moving faster than expected, somewhere in my mind I also felt strangely happy that my wife was capable of becoming a “hot slut”, as Shinde put it. I tried to tell myself that all this was still too much, but that feeling of pride would not go away. It was really confusing why I was beginning to feel like this.
After a few minutes, I saw Darul finally lifting his face off of my wife’s ass and getting up on his knees. As he did so, he pulled my wife up by her waist and got her on her knees as well. Rekha seemed to be dazed with pleasure and looked like she might pass out. Then, Darul suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled her into a position where she was standing on her knees. The hairy Afghan then passed his hands below her arms until he was able to reach around and grab each cup of her flimsy blouse. Then, with all his might, I saw him literally tear the blouse off of her as the front hooks of the garment went flying in all directions and my wife's fleshy boobs popped out and bounced due to the sudden lack of support. Rekha was completely caught off guard by this movement and she looked on wide-eyed as her boobs were completely exposed and her torn blouse lay on her arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked with surprise. But Darul did not seem like the kind who enjoyed giving explanations during sex. He just grabbed her breasts from behind and tweaked her nipples roughly for some time until my wife was one again reduced to a sexual rag doll in his hands, moaning with pleasure. She even put her own hands over his, encouraging him to continue pressing her breasts and pinching her nipples roughly.
Suddenly, Darul took his hands off of her breasts and pushed her forward, making her land on her palms and push out her ass toward him. He then pulled down his own underwear to reveal a cock that was the fattest I had ever seen. I could see that even Tanya took her mouth off of my cock for a minute to just appreciate the thickness of the Afghan’s cock.
“That’s what Darul is known for”, Tanya said, as she noticed me being amazed by his thick cock.
“But that’s too thick...I don’t think Rekha will be able to take it in”, I said feebly
“Women can surprise you, baby. Maybe we just have to wait and watch.”
I looked on as Darul spit into his hand and then lubricated his cock with his saliva. He then held my wife’s hips and after positioning the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy, he slowly began to push it inside. Rekha must have now become aware of his girth as she desperately tried to look back at the unexpected penetration and struggled to push herself forward to free herself. But Darul way way more powerful and his strong grip on her ass kept her in place and prevented her from moving away.
“Stop….stop...please….”, I heard Rekha cry out desperately.
But Darul once again didn’t relent. He kept pushing slowly into her with an almost evil smile on his face as he mumbled something in his native language. After a few seconds, I could see that Rekha had given in to his cock and she lowered her shoulders further until they were on the bad and her ass jutted out higher in the air. Although Darul’s cock was thick, it wasn’t too long so within a short while, he was buried completely in her pussy. He held her in position for a bit as he looked upwards and sighed in pleasure. Then looking down once again at the ass of my sexy wife, he slowly began moving his cock back and forth. With every movement, I could see her pussy lips dragging themselves over the fat, veiny cock as Rekha reacted to the brute’s fucking by moaning loudly into the mattress.
Slowly I could see Rekha move in rhythm in Darul and show signs of really enjoying the act. At one point of time, Darul even let go of her ass, but my wife still kept pushing herself back into his cock till their pelvises collided hard with every movement, making her ass jiggle. The Afghan was really enjoying the feeling of fucking my wife and soon he put one of his tumbs in his mouth, coated it with a copious amount of salive and then suddenly pushed the thumb inside Rekha’s asshole. But Rekha just flinched for a sec and then kept on pushing herself back against Darul, fucking him with gusto.
The whole time I was watching this scene, I was pretty sure that I would ejaculate any time now. Usually staying hard for so long was not my forte. But surprisingly, even with Tanya sucking me off, I remained rock hard and aroused. It was the opposite for my wife though, because through the course of fucking, I heard her cum at least two times.
Soon, I heard Darul start to grunt louder and more frequently until he fell forward on my wife, bit her shoulder hard and began spurting his cum inside her. Rekha cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as she felt her pussy being filled with the Afghan’s warm semen.
It was at this moment, that Tanya probably decided that she needed to make me cum as well. So she pushed me on my back so that I could not look out the glass anymore, got on top of me and started to ride me. After witnessing Rekha’s animalistic sex session, I felt energised as well, so I held the young prostitute’s ass and made her grind on my cock. After a few minutes, I felt a surge of pleasure in me and I suddenly came inside Tanya. Once I started to come down from my orgasm, I felt like I should make Tanya get off me, but the young girl continued to keep my shrinking cock in her pussy as she lay flat on top of me and kissed me. We enjoyed the feeling of our tongues in each others’ mouths for a few seconds when I suddenly felt an alarm bell going off in my head. I pushed Tanya off roughly and looked at her with regret.
“Tanya! You forgot to wear a condom!”, I exclaimed
“That’s ok…..I’ll just take a pill later”, she said, nonchalantly.
I tried to convince myself that Tanya would take care of it and there would not be any untoward incidents. However, I could not stop feeling guilty that I had not only had unprotected sex, but even come inside the one women that my wife did not like. Surely this would not go down well with Rekha.
Thinking about Rekha, I sat back up and looked into the bedroom to see how she was doing, but I was surprised to see that the bedroom was now empty.
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It had been a few seconds since Tanya had told me that my wife was no longer in the room. I tried very hard to look all around the dimly lit hall to see if my wife was there anywhere, but it seems Tanya was right. Shae had left with Shinde and Ibrahim.
“Where did they go?”, I turned towards Tanya and asked
“To fuck, obviously”, she replied, giggling
“No, Tanya...I mean you just said that all the rooms are full…..so where did they go?”
“Oh...I don’t know but we can check all the rooms once”, she said as she got up, eager to help.
Together, Tanya and I went to the rooms one by one. As I opened each door, I kept mentally preparing myself to once again see the sight of my wife being fucked by both Shinde and Ibrahim. But it wasn’t what I saw when I looked into each room. I think since we were a little late to the party, we didn’t realise how many of the guests had already gone into the different bedrooms in the penthouse. Most rooms had some or the other young girl pleasuring a guy. In one of the rooms, we even saw Saahil, the bodybuilder guy that I had seen before, giving a lapdance to another older-looking man. Tanya told me that Saahil was gay and was specially called in for servicing closeted homosexual men whom Shinde wanted to impress.
Finally, we had checked all the rooms on the floor and Rekha was not in any of them. As we approached the final room, Tanya put her ear against the door and listened in for a second.
“I definitely hear the sound of two guys grunting and one girl moaning. Maybe it’s your wife”, Tanya said.
We opened the door and the sight that I saw was totally surprising to me, but for different reasons than I expected. There on the bed was an older woman whom I had seen at some of my company’s official parties. She used to stand next to my MD at the parties and here she was, getting her pussy licked. But that wasn’t even the most surprising thing. The person licking her pussy while kneeling on his knees and elbows was my very own MD, Mr. Pereira. And behind Mr. Perira was Rajan, Shinde’s henchman who had driven Rekha to the apartment during Shinde’s last party. As my eyes adjusted further to the darkness, I saw that a really sweaty Rajan was fucking Mr. Pereira in the ass as the MD licked his wife’s pussy! Mr. Pereira also saw me for a second and his eyes became wide in surprise and fear. But before either of us could react, Tanya quickly pulled me back and closed the door.
“What happened? That wasn’t your wife but you still look like you saw a ghost”, she asked
“That...that was the boss of my company...Mr Pereira.”
“Oh shit”, said Tanya
“What was he doing?”, I asked stupidly
“He was getting his ass fucked by Rajan. He is clearly a submissive and maybe bi as well. Maybe he is a bi cuckold”, Tanya answered.
We headed towards the bar and Tanya made me a drink to calm my nerves. As I sipped on the drink. I asked, “Did you know who he was or how he was connected to me?”
“What? Of course not!”, she said.
I continued sipping my drink as I once again tried to digest what I had seen and how it would impact my career and my job. I realised that I just had to find Rekha and get out of there. I gulped my drink down and asked Tanya, “If my wife is not here then where else could she have gone?”
I could see Tanya think to herself and then suddenly, she looked at me with her eyes wide with surprise and said, “The 28th Floor!”
We quickly took the lift and went down two floors. As the doors opened, we were once in the banquet-room-style hall where I had first seen Tanya and where my wife had also first seen Tanya. As we exited the lift, Ankita, the madam who managed the prostitutes and whom I had met on my first visit to the building with Shinde, came rushing over to us.
“Tanya! Isn’t this Dada’s accountant or something? Why have you brought him here?”
“I’m his consultant”, I said in a slightly angry tone before Tanya could answer. Then I added, “We are looking for someone. A woman in a red saree. She must have come here with Dada and Ibrahim.”
“I know who you are talking about...”, Ankita replied looking at me and then after a pause she continued, “...But I am sorry to say that you can’t have her. She has already been paid for…”
“Paid for?” I asked, assuming the worst.
“Yeah, Darul Hasan already paid for her and he is not the kind of person whom you can offer a refund to”, Ankita explained.But I didn’t quite understand what she was talking about so I looked towards Tanya, expecting a better explanation.
Tanya looked back at me with a look of pity on her face as she said, “I told you Dada would try to make her a prostitute….Darul Hasan is one of Dada’s biggest suppliers of drugs. He is from Afghanistan but he stays in Dubai. He comes here once in a while to talk business with Dada. In return for the high quality product that he gives, Dada always gives him the service of the best girls that we have. It seems that your wife is the best girl tonight.”
I could feel the room spinning around me as I heard Tanya’s explanation. I had expected that Rekha would maybe have sex with Shinde and Ibrahim, but for her to become a prostitute sounded unbelievable.
“No, Ankita. Rekha is not that kind of woman. She is being forced for sure. Where is she?!”
“Darling, I know for sure that is not being forced. She went willingly with Darul. And what do you mean, she is not that kind of woman? Do you know her personally?”, Ankita asked.
Before I could answer, Tanya stepped in and answered for me, “She is his wife, Ankita. Is there no way he can talk to her at least?”
Now Ankita looked at me with pity in her eyes before saying, “No he cannot talk to her for sure. The least I can do is let you see her, to ensure that she is not harmed or forced in any way.”
I nodded in agreement, barely able to make sense of what was going on. Ankita led us to a room at one corner of the hall. As we opened and stepped inside, I saw that it was a room with a glass window, through which you could see into another room, which was a large bedroom. The bedroom had many other large mirrors and I immediately realised that they were actually one way mirrors and that the glass window that I was looking through, was also a one way mirror through which I could look into the bedroom, but the people in the bedroom could not look at me.
“Most of our rooms are full on Friday so I had to give Darul this room. Not that he minds. You are lucky that you can at least see her now from this viewing gallery, Ankita explained as Tanya and I settled down on the couch in the viewing room.
As I looked again into the bedroom, I saw a baffling sight. My dear wife Rekha stood at the foot of the large bed with her eyes closed. Her saree pallu had already been removed and she stood there in just her blouse and a thin red lace panty. In front of her, a rough-looking man in his 40s, with a dishevelled beard and hair sat at the edge of the bed, who I understood to be Darul. He had his hands wrapped tightly around my wife’s waist as he held her really close and licked her cleavage over her blouse. Rekha was clearly not being forced in the act as she was in fact, running her hands through his hair and pulling him in closer to her breasts as she moaned in ecstasy. The erotic sight was too much for me to bear and I felt my cock getting hard again. Tanya noticed it as well and she slowly opened the zip of my pants and freed my cock from the confines of my underwear, and then proceeded to rub it.
“Perhaps you need to relieve some tension and enjoy the moment like your wife is.”, she said. Then she added, “I am sure that Dada and Ibrahim sir are also behind one of the mirrors and they are having fun watching her as well. So relax.”
I was very confused about my situation. I knew that this was not what we had planned for tonight. I also knew that this situation may not be safe for Rekha. But it bothered me that she had still found the courage to go ahead and sleep with one of Shinde’s clients….How could she not think about me? How could she not think about our marriage? Was our understanding to have sex with Shinde not enough for her? If she was willing to go with the flow, then why should I hold myself back?
With these thoughts in mind, I decided to relax and enjoy the moment, like Tanya suggested. The young prostitute lubricated my cock with her spit and continued to move her hands up and down my shaft in a slow but steady passion, keeping me aroused but preventing me from going over the edge.
I focussed my attention back towards the bedroom and saw that Darul was still licking and biting my wife’s cleavage. I could hear Rekha’s whimpers as Darul slowly started to kiss and lick southwards. Soon he had planted his mouth on her soft belly and was literally biting into it as his fingers dug into the side of her waist.
“Ooohhhhh……..ooooohhh……..fuck….yessss…..”my wife exclaimed as he bit down hard on her supple flesh and then pushed his wet tongue inside her navel, relishing the flavour.
Suddenly, the brute held her waist even tighter and as if executing a wrestling move, he spun her around and threw her on the bed. For a moment, I thought that Rekha must have been hurt, but I saw her smiling naughtily as she looked at Darul with lust in her eyes and cupped her breasts in an inviting manner. The thug now stood up and started to remove his clothes, revealing a very hairy body underneath. His chest, stomach, back, back of his arms, all of it was covered with hair, as if he was a bear in human form. Finally, when he was down just to his underwear, he got up on the bed and started to lick Rekha’s feet. He took his time to lick and suck each of her toes and he even moved his thick, wet tongue between her toes. Clearly he enjoyed licking her feet. Rekha seemed to be a bit ticklish now as she was giggling and trying to release her foot from Darul’s hold. But he held her by the thigh and kept her feet in place. After a few minutes, he started to move his tongue towards her knees and soon he was licking and biting her taut thighs. The pleasure must have been too much for Rekha as she tried to push Darul’s head away. But he was unrelenting. He kept pushing upwards, savouring more of my wife until he was finally at the edge of her pussy. Rekha was squirming with pleasure on the bed by now. Her eyes were closed tightly and she kept arching her back and almost lifting her upper body off the bed as the brute licked her pussy over the thin lace panties.
Then, in a sudden movement, Darul turned my wife onto her stomach, as if she was a rag doll. He put his fingers into the waistband of her panties and in one swift motion, pulled it off her body completely. Rekha squeaked with surprise as he did so. As soon as her panties were off, the brute grabbed each globe of her ass with either hand, parted them so that her asshole and wet pussy were visible and then dived head first into the crack.
“Oh!”, Rekha exclaimed and held the bedsheet tight between her fingers as Darul pushed his bearded face and tongue deeper into her ass crack and clicked her asshole. I was surprised at how much my wife was enjoying a strangers’ tongue tasting her there. Within a few seconds, I saw Rekha actually moving one of her legs towards her and giving Darul better access to lick her. The brute lifted his head for just a second, spit a huge gob of saliva right on her asshole and then once again buried his face in her crack and continued tasting her.
I could feel that Tanya had slightly increased the pace at which she was stroking me, while she watched the scene. Perhaps she was getting turned on as well. I decided to take advantage of the situation and put one hand on the back of her neck and gently nudged her towards my cock. Being the pro that she was, Tanya quickly got the message and without any hesitation, took my entire cock in her mouth and proceeded to give me a sloppy blowjob. She started to moan while swallowing my cock, making me moan with pleasure as well. I kept watching my wife and her new lover enjoying themselves on the bed as I started to gradually feel almost a perverted sense of pride for my wife. While I had encouraged her to continue on this path of sexual discovery and I even felt angry at her for moving faster than expected, somewhere in my mind I also felt strangely happy that my wife was capable of becoming a “hot slut”, as Shinde put it. I tried to tell myself that all this was still too much, but that feeling of pride would not go away. It was really confusing why I was beginning to feel like this.
After a few minutes, I saw Darul finally lifting his face off of my wife’s ass and getting up on his knees. As he did so, he pulled my wife up by her waist and got her on her knees as well. Rekha seemed to be dazed with pleasure and looked like she might pass out. Then, Darul suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled her into a position where she was standing on her knees. The hairy Afghan then passed his hands below her arms until he was able to reach around and grab each cup of her flimsy blouse. Then, with all his might, I saw him literally tear the blouse off of her as the front hooks of the garment went flying in all directions and my wife's fleshy boobs popped out and bounced due to the sudden lack of support. Rekha was completely caught off guard by this movement and she looked on wide-eyed as her boobs were completely exposed and her torn blouse lay on her arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked with surprise. But Darul did not seem like the kind who enjoyed giving explanations during sex. He just grabbed her breasts from behind and tweaked her nipples roughly for some time until my wife was one again reduced to a sexual rag doll in his hands, moaning with pleasure. She even put her own hands over his, encouraging him to continue pressing her breasts and pinching her nipples roughly.
Suddenly, Darul took his hands off of her breasts and pushed her forward, making her land on her palms and push out her ass toward him. He then pulled down his own underwear to reveal a cock that was the fattest I had ever seen. I could see that even Tanya took her mouth off of my cock for a minute to just appreciate the thickness of the Afghan’s cock.
“That’s what Darul is known for”, Tanya said, as she noticed me being amazed by his thick cock.
“But that’s too thick...I don’t think Rekha will be able to take it in”, I said feebly
“Women can surprise you, baby. Maybe we just have to wait and watch.”
I looked on as Darul spit into his hand and then lubricated his cock with his saliva. He then held my wife’s hips and after positioning the head of his cock at the opening of her pussy, he slowly began to push it inside. Rekha must have now become aware of his girth as she desperately tried to look back at the unexpected penetration and struggled to push herself forward to free herself. But Darul way way more powerful and his strong grip on her ass kept her in place and prevented her from moving away.
“Stop….stop...please….”, I heard Rekha cry out desperately.
But Darul once again didn’t relent. He kept pushing slowly into her with an almost evil smile on his face as he mumbled something in his native language. After a few seconds, I could see that Rekha had given in to his cock and she lowered her shoulders further until they were on the bad and her ass jutted out higher in the air. Although Darul’s cock was thick, it wasn’t too long so within a short while, he was buried completely in her pussy. He held her in position for a bit as he looked upwards and sighed in pleasure. Then looking down once again at the ass of my sexy wife, he slowly began moving his cock back and forth. With every movement, I could see her pussy lips dragging themselves over the fat, veiny cock as Rekha reacted to the brute’s fucking by moaning loudly into the mattress.
Slowly I could see Rekha move in rhythm in Darul and show signs of really enjoying the act. At one point of time, Darul even let go of her ass, but my wife still kept pushing herself back into his cock till their pelvises collided hard with every movement, making her ass jiggle. The Afghan was really enjoying the feeling of fucking my wife and soon he put one of his tumbs in his mouth, coated it with a copious amount of salive and then suddenly pushed the thumb inside Rekha’s asshole. But Rekha just flinched for a sec and then kept on pushing herself back against Darul, fucking him with gusto.
The whole time I was watching this scene, I was pretty sure that I would ejaculate any time now. Usually staying hard for so long was not my forte. But surprisingly, even with Tanya sucking me off, I remained rock hard and aroused. It was the opposite for my wife though, because through the course of fucking, I heard her cum at least two times.
Soon, I heard Darul start to grunt louder and more frequently until he fell forward on my wife, bit her shoulder hard and began spurting his cum inside her. Rekha cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as she felt her pussy being filled with the Afghan’s warm semen.
It was at this moment, that Tanya probably decided that she needed to make me cum as well. So she pushed me on my back so that I could not look out the glass anymore, got on top of me and started to ride me. After witnessing Rekha’s animalistic sex session, I felt energised as well, so I held the young prostitute’s ass and made her grind on my cock. After a few minutes, I felt a surge of pleasure in me and I suddenly came inside Tanya. Once I started to come down from my orgasm, I felt like I should make Tanya get off me, but the young girl continued to keep my shrinking cock in her pussy as she lay flat on top of me and kissed me. We enjoyed the feeling of our tongues in each others’ mouths for a few seconds when I suddenly felt an alarm bell going off in my head. I pushed Tanya off roughly and looked at her with regret.
“Tanya! You forgot to wear a condom!”, I exclaimed
“That’s ok…..I’ll just take a pill later”, she said, nonchalantly.
I tried to convince myself that Tanya would take care of it and there would not be any untoward incidents. However, I could not stop feeling guilty that I had not only had unprotected sex, but even come inside the one women that my wife did not like. Surely this would not go down well with Rekha.
Thinking about Rekha, I sat back up and looked into the bedroom to see how she was doing, but I was surprised to see that the bedroom was now empty.
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