11-12-2018, 02:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 19-01-2019, 01:59 PM by Ramesh_Rocky.)
"Done already?" Banke who was banging a bent over Vimla asked Muthu.
"She is just too hot!" said Muthu, getting up from top of Menaka, who looked almost amused.
"Mind if I have a go?"
"Me first!"
Senthil said rushing to replace Muthu between my wife's legs.
Now this dude, while possessing the same modest dick as his brother, seemed considerably more skilled. He did not start by just penetrating Menaka and going at it. This was the first close look he was getting at my wife's divine naked body and he made the most of it.
He grabbed Menaka's ankles and brought them together in front of his face. He then raised her legs so her big round ass was off the ground and on display. Holding the ankles in one hand, he used his other hand to fondle her ass to his heart's satisfaction and poking and prodding her sopping cunt and her ass crack. I could see that the expression on Menaka's face had gone from bored to slightly aroused. This foreplay was getting her excited.
"Sit up memsaab." Senthil said, letting her legs go.
My wife sat up with some effort. I could see that the booze was already surging through her system and her movements were uncoordinated and sluggish. Senthil sat down on this ass with his legs bent in the knees, and beckoned Menaka to sit in his lap. Swaying a little, she put her legs over his thighs and sat down, her big juicy ass resting on his dark hairy legs, and her boobs rubbing his chest.
With Menaka in his lap facing him, Senthil then proceeded to lower his head and suck her nipples slowly, one by one. His hands went behind her and played with her ass cheeks. I am sure his erect dick was poking against her pussy mound. And he was tempted to just shove it in. But he played it slow.
"Oh wow, you are so sexy! I could not have thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever get to fuck someone like you."
Senthil said between licking and biting her nipples. It was clear from Menaka's body language that not only was she drunk, but she was also getting aroused. Muthu's forgettable quickie had been forgotten and she was actually starting to get enthusiastically involved in this session with Senthil, a man she didn't even know for 30 minutes.
The two of them were positioned such that Dara, lying on his side, was looking directly at Menaka's ass and below it, Senthil's balls. A look of intense jealousy flashed on the old watchman's face when he saw that after a few minutes, Menaka took one hand off Senthil's shoulder, reached down, and started playing with his dick. Senthil was delighted by this development. It was the first time that night Menaka had shown some initiative.
"Wow memsaab, you really are quite a slut, aren't you?"
"Yessss." Menaka said slurring and putting her forehead on his shoulder as she deftly jacked his erect dick.
While Menaka and Senthil played with each other locked in a sexual embrace, Banke finished pumping his seed into Vimla and withdrew. Muthu was just squatting on the floor, taking swigs from his bottle and staring at his brother fucking my wife. Banke joined him. The two of them watched as Menaka started getting more and more excited, moaning and shivering. She was making positively obscene noises like an animal in heat.
"Ready to fuck?" Senthil finally said in my wife's ears. She nodded.
He slid her off his lap.
"Turn around and get on your knees."
Menaka's big creamy ass jiggled as she did so. She looked at Dara with an expression of regret. Dara just stared back. Senthil stood up and got behind her.
"Bend forward."
Menaka got on all fours, making her ass cheeks part a little.
"No hands." Senthil said, lightly spanking her big ass. "Put your face and shoulder on the ground."
As Menaka followed his instructions, I got super hard looking at how trashy she seemed. On her knees, her big ass jutting in the air, and her face obediently flat on the ground sideways as she looked into Dara's eyes. She looked like a small white molehill.
Senthil stepped forward and put his legs on either side of her waist in front of her knees. Then, grabbing her waist for support, he bent his knees until his dick was behind her ass and positioned around her soppy gaping cunt. He bucked a couple of times, missing the mark, but his erect dick finally hit bullseye. And soon, Menaka's cunt was penetrated by the fourth new cock in just a few months. I wondered how many it would take to satisfy her.
"Oh yeah, that's an amazing cunt! Oh yes!"
Senthil said as he started fucking my wife in this obscene version of doggy style. His hairy ass obscured the view of her creamy divine ass, but the back of her quivering thighs and her pussy lips were visible.
"Nngggg!! Mmmmmm!!" Menaka started moaning as the loutish guy pounded my wife on the roof of our building in the middle of the night.
He went at it for about 5 minutes and then said.
"Give me your hands!"
Menaka stretched one hand at a time behind her. Senthil grabbed them and redoubled the pace at which he was fucking her, making her shoulder rise a few inches above the ground. All through, she maintained eye contact with Dara.
"Damn, brother! That is quite a sight!" Muthu said, getting up with his bottle.
He stopped in front of Menaka's face and then squatted down. Her head was pointing upwards because of the way Senthil held her hands. Muthu calmly put the bottle to her lips and started emptying it. I noticed that my wife was gulping down the booze without any trouble now.
A few minutes later, Senthil proved that while he lasted much longer than his brother, he was no Dara when it came to staying power. He bucked his hips really hard and shot his wad into my wife's warm cooch. And then he stood up and backed away.
Menaka stayed like that with her ass in the air, cum oozing down the inside of her thighs, still staring at Dara. The other three were just watching everything in amazement.
"Hoislipal..." Menaka suddenly said sounding positively drunk.
"What?"
She put her hands on the ground with some effort and raised her shoulder.
"Hos...pi...tal." she said concentrating hard and pointing at Dara, who I realized had passed out again.
Muthu and Senthil looked at each other.
"A deal is a deal." Muthu said and Senthil nodded. "You, Banke, get this asshole dressed up and take him to the hospital."
"But my turn with memsaab..." Banke said. I noticed he was furiously playing with his dick trying to get it hard again.
"Admit him to the hospital and then you can have your turn." Muthu said. "Looking at our slutty memsaab, I don't think she is done for the night. But look at her creamy knees and shoulders bruised because of the rough ground. Let's continue this in her home."
And that's when the scene on the roof started disbanding. Senthil helped Banke put Dara's clothes on. Vimla and Senthil first got dressed themselves, and then helped a drunk and imbalanced Menaka put her clothes on.
I switched back to the live feed and saw that Menaka was awake and in the bathroom.
I then went to the living room file from the previous night, and rushed through the remaining hours clicking along the taskbar. There had been a lot of action in the night. Muthu had fucked Menaka again, still not lasting more than a few minutes. Then he made Menaka and Vimla make out naked while he watched. Senthil and Banke came back and took turns fucking Menaka in various positions. But at no point did I see my wife have an orgasm.
After rushing through 8 hours of footage in 8 minutes, I switched back to the live feed. I saw that Muthu and Vimla were starting to stir too.
I decided that time had come to put an end to things before the next complication arose. I turned off the screens, disconnected all the equipment. And then I dialed my wife's number.
"Hi Prakash!" she answered, sounding groggy.
"Hi honey. Surprise! I just landed at Bombay airport. A full day in advance. I will be home in an hour, traffic permitting."
--
As I walked in the building gate with my bags, I noticed Banke sitting on the stool, looking half-asleep. His groggy eyes took a few seconds to register my presence and suddenly he sat up bolt upright.
"Namaste saab." he reverentially said in a voice with an edge of tension.
"Namaste Banke. How have you been?" I asked, feigning ignorance of the fact that he had been on my bed just a few hours ago.
"Good. Good." he said and was at a loss to say anything more. I walked to the elevator.
As the elevator started moving up, my heart started beating in anticipation of finally seeing my wife in person after all that had transpired. And a hurried montage of everything I had seen rushed in front of my eyes making my dick come to life. By the time I reached the door of my home, I was sporting a significant boner and was holding one of my bags in front of it in case I ran into any neighbors. I rang the bell.
"She is just too hot!" said Muthu, getting up from top of Menaka, who looked almost amused.
"Mind if I have a go?"
"Me first!"
Senthil said rushing to replace Muthu between my wife's legs.
Now this dude, while possessing the same modest dick as his brother, seemed considerably more skilled. He did not start by just penetrating Menaka and going at it. This was the first close look he was getting at my wife's divine naked body and he made the most of it.
He grabbed Menaka's ankles and brought them together in front of his face. He then raised her legs so her big round ass was off the ground and on display. Holding the ankles in one hand, he used his other hand to fondle her ass to his heart's satisfaction and poking and prodding her sopping cunt and her ass crack. I could see that the expression on Menaka's face had gone from bored to slightly aroused. This foreplay was getting her excited.
"Sit up memsaab." Senthil said, letting her legs go.
My wife sat up with some effort. I could see that the booze was already surging through her system and her movements were uncoordinated and sluggish. Senthil sat down on this ass with his legs bent in the knees, and beckoned Menaka to sit in his lap. Swaying a little, she put her legs over his thighs and sat down, her big juicy ass resting on his dark hairy legs, and her boobs rubbing his chest.
With Menaka in his lap facing him, Senthil then proceeded to lower his head and suck her nipples slowly, one by one. His hands went behind her and played with her ass cheeks. I am sure his erect dick was poking against her pussy mound. And he was tempted to just shove it in. But he played it slow.
"Oh wow, you are so sexy! I could not have thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever get to fuck someone like you."
Senthil said between licking and biting her nipples. It was clear from Menaka's body language that not only was she drunk, but she was also getting aroused. Muthu's forgettable quickie had been forgotten and she was actually starting to get enthusiastically involved in this session with Senthil, a man she didn't even know for 30 minutes.
The two of them were positioned such that Dara, lying on his side, was looking directly at Menaka's ass and below it, Senthil's balls. A look of intense jealousy flashed on the old watchman's face when he saw that after a few minutes, Menaka took one hand off Senthil's shoulder, reached down, and started playing with his dick. Senthil was delighted by this development. It was the first time that night Menaka had shown some initiative.
"Wow memsaab, you really are quite a slut, aren't you?"
"Yessss." Menaka said slurring and putting her forehead on his shoulder as she deftly jacked his erect dick.
While Menaka and Senthil played with each other locked in a sexual embrace, Banke finished pumping his seed into Vimla and withdrew. Muthu was just squatting on the floor, taking swigs from his bottle and staring at his brother fucking my wife. Banke joined him. The two of them watched as Menaka started getting more and more excited, moaning and shivering. She was making positively obscene noises like an animal in heat.
"Ready to fuck?" Senthil finally said in my wife's ears. She nodded.
He slid her off his lap.
"Turn around and get on your knees."
Menaka's big creamy ass jiggled as she did so. She looked at Dara with an expression of regret. Dara just stared back. Senthil stood up and got behind her.
"Bend forward."
Menaka got on all fours, making her ass cheeks part a little.
"No hands." Senthil said, lightly spanking her big ass. "Put your face and shoulder on the ground."
As Menaka followed his instructions, I got super hard looking at how trashy she seemed. On her knees, her big ass jutting in the air, and her face obediently flat on the ground sideways as she looked into Dara's eyes. She looked like a small white molehill.
Senthil stepped forward and put his legs on either side of her waist in front of her knees. Then, grabbing her waist for support, he bent his knees until his dick was behind her ass and positioned around her soppy gaping cunt. He bucked a couple of times, missing the mark, but his erect dick finally hit bullseye. And soon, Menaka's cunt was penetrated by the fourth new cock in just a few months. I wondered how many it would take to satisfy her.
"Oh yeah, that's an amazing cunt! Oh yes!"
Senthil said as he started fucking my wife in this obscene version of doggy style. His hairy ass obscured the view of her creamy divine ass, but the back of her quivering thighs and her pussy lips were visible.
"Nngggg!! Mmmmmm!!" Menaka started moaning as the loutish guy pounded my wife on the roof of our building in the middle of the night.
He went at it for about 5 minutes and then said.
"Give me your hands!"
Menaka stretched one hand at a time behind her. Senthil grabbed them and redoubled the pace at which he was fucking her, making her shoulder rise a few inches above the ground. All through, she maintained eye contact with Dara.
"Damn, brother! That is quite a sight!" Muthu said, getting up with his bottle.
He stopped in front of Menaka's face and then squatted down. Her head was pointing upwards because of the way Senthil held her hands. Muthu calmly put the bottle to her lips and started emptying it. I noticed that my wife was gulping down the booze without any trouble now.
A few minutes later, Senthil proved that while he lasted much longer than his brother, he was no Dara when it came to staying power. He bucked his hips really hard and shot his wad into my wife's warm cooch. And then he stood up and backed away.
Menaka stayed like that with her ass in the air, cum oozing down the inside of her thighs, still staring at Dara. The other three were just watching everything in amazement.
"Hoislipal..." Menaka suddenly said sounding positively drunk.
"What?"
She put her hands on the ground with some effort and raised her shoulder.
"Hos...pi...tal." she said concentrating hard and pointing at Dara, who I realized had passed out again.
Muthu and Senthil looked at each other.
"A deal is a deal." Muthu said and Senthil nodded. "You, Banke, get this asshole dressed up and take him to the hospital."
"But my turn with memsaab..." Banke said. I noticed he was furiously playing with his dick trying to get it hard again.
"Admit him to the hospital and then you can have your turn." Muthu said. "Looking at our slutty memsaab, I don't think she is done for the night. But look at her creamy knees and shoulders bruised because of the rough ground. Let's continue this in her home."
And that's when the scene on the roof started disbanding. Senthil helped Banke put Dara's clothes on. Vimla and Senthil first got dressed themselves, and then helped a drunk and imbalanced Menaka put her clothes on.
I switched back to the live feed and saw that Menaka was awake and in the bathroom.
I then went to the living room file from the previous night, and rushed through the remaining hours clicking along the taskbar. There had been a lot of action in the night. Muthu had fucked Menaka again, still not lasting more than a few minutes. Then he made Menaka and Vimla make out naked while he watched. Senthil and Banke came back and took turns fucking Menaka in various positions. But at no point did I see my wife have an orgasm.
After rushing through 8 hours of footage in 8 minutes, I switched back to the live feed. I saw that Muthu and Vimla were starting to stir too.
I decided that time had come to put an end to things before the next complication arose. I turned off the screens, disconnected all the equipment. And then I dialed my wife's number.
"Hi Prakash!" she answered, sounding groggy.
"Hi honey. Surprise! I just landed at Bombay airport. A full day in advance. I will be home in an hour, traffic permitting."
--
As I walked in the building gate with my bags, I noticed Banke sitting on the stool, looking half-asleep. His groggy eyes took a few seconds to register my presence and suddenly he sat up bolt upright.
"Namaste saab." he reverentially said in a voice with an edge of tension.
"Namaste Banke. How have you been?" I asked, feigning ignorance of the fact that he had been on my bed just a few hours ago.
"Good. Good." he said and was at a loss to say anything more. I walked to the elevator.
As the elevator started moving up, my heart started beating in anticipation of finally seeing my wife in person after all that had transpired. And a hurried montage of everything I had seen rushed in front of my eyes making my dick come to life. By the time I reached the door of my home, I was sporting a significant boner and was holding one of my bags in front of it in case I ran into any neighbors. I rang the bell.
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