Adultery Indian Wife Stories Collected from the Internet by Anubhav1992

[Ramesh_Rocky]

They agreed, and put the towels on. Priya took her bikini off with the towel wrapped around her; I saw Son's face go red. We handed him her bikini, my shorts and put them in a bag, we then handed that bag to Son. He took his shorts off too.


When we got in, me and the wife looked at each other, then both took our towels off. We didn't see the logic in being clothed in a steam room -- well, that's our excuse anyway. There was no one else there besides two elderly men who sat in the back. Son was behind us, he looked in shock at our naked backsides. We sat on the north side bench, Son sat next to us on the left, he also took his towel off. He looked in amazement at his mother's large juicy breasts; saliva was dripping from his mouth.

I put my big white paw on her brown breast and gave it a good squeeze; her son looked stoically as I did this. Men grope their wives, so Priya saw no problem with me showing affection. I used my free hand to open her legs, I wanted her son to know if his mother was shaved or not. She was -- for my benefit.

I then held her chin, faced her face towards mine and gave her a strong powerful deep kiss. I respected and liked Son, but I wanted him to see firsthand his Indian mother was mine, and she in turn was proud to put me first.

I was horny as fuck at that point, so I stood up, and said, "So Son we going to our hotel room, see you later."

His mom waved bye at him like nothing had happened -- she was so comfortable being nude that she didn't even notice she was naked.

He smiled and mumbled bye as he handed me the card, his legs were closed as he was hiding his giant hard-on.

As we were walking out, I wanted to give Son one final treat. I got behind her and gave her a loud, wet, hard slap to her sexy brown ass, with sweat flying as soon as I touched it. It was a strong visual reminder for Son that I, a white man, owned his mother's brown ass.

We put our towels on and walked over to the hotel, bare-footed and barely clothed. Indian men were checking out my wife's ass and tits. While the men leered at her, the Indian women were checking me out; they were visibly impressed by my toned body. We could feel the envy -- and we loved it. I loved that everyone in that lobby knew we'd be having hot interracial sex, knowing some of the men were jealous that I'd taken one of 'their' women for my sexual needs.

I groped her while we were in the elevator, got to our floor, I swiped the card, ripped open the door and stuck my dick in her before we hit the bed.

I pumped her good and hard, growling like an animal with its prey, devouring my Indian wife's trim pussy with my large white cock. I got her on the middle of the bed and gave her rough kisses on her lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I grunted loudly.

Then, all of a sudden, a short, tight-bodied Indian maid, complete with outfit, walked into the room. She was wearing her headphones so she didn't hear us. She saw us and screamed. She may have slowed me down for a millisecond, but I just kept on fucking, because nothing gets in the way of my sex time. Priya grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss, kinda like she was saying to the woman, "this is my white man, be jealous!"

The woman was frozen for a few seconds, possibly turned-on by what she was watching. She then ran out and closed the door. That encounter just got us more horny, I plowed faster, faster, my heart racing, harder, harder, harder, she was screaming right in my ear, all I could hear was her orgasmic screams, I went harder, harder, till I couldn't hold it in. I cummed the most I ever did right inside her.
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