Adultery Indian Wife Stories Collected from the Internet by Anubhav1992

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Words cannot capture how erotic this was, with the two of us standing there with our cocks hard, and Shriya drying him, with only blouse and petticoat on. She ran her hands over his chest and muscles to check that they were dry. She did this slowly, almost seductively. Her hands came close to his hard-on as she dried his stomach. But she didn't touch it at all. Finally she said she was done.


She looked at Sriram and said, "You should take care of that in the bathroom," meaning his erect cock. I couldn't believe that my wife was talking about cock to another guy. Sriram grinned sheepishly and left.

That night in bed was, as you can imagine, pretty hot. I was sure that the vision of Sriram's cock stayed in Shriya's mind as we fucked again in the doggie position. She was thrusting back at me hotly and moanly "Oh yes Oh god" at each thrust.

I asked her what she thought about Sriram's cock.

"It's so big, and thick. Any girl, would want it."

The pauses in her speech were the points at which I was thrusting so she would stop moaning and give a little moan then.

"Oh really? Where would they want it baby?"

"Oh god, in every hole Varun. They would love to be filled up by that cock."

"What about you Shriya?"

"What do you mean Varun?"

"Do you like it?"

"Don't be silly Varun. ah ah ah, I'm your wife, only you can fuck my pussy."

In a way it was satisfying to see that even though she obviously wanted his cock, she was restraining herself because she was my wife. I felt a little proud of my wife's restraint. I was sure if one of her girlfriends had come and had tried to seduce me, I would have fucked her right away. But I was rapidly getting addicted to the heavy sexual atmosphere in the house. It made me hot, as if I was watching a porn film. Only here it was live, and the actress was my darling wife.

The next day, Shriya was a bit stiff in her movements. Sriram said he had learnt massaging, and offered to massage her. Normally I would object to a man massaging my wife, but here I was confused between jealousy and the obvious sexual chemistry between him and my wife. I wasn't sure how far I wanted this to go. Did I want to watch him fuck my petite wife? I didn't know, but I said okay for the massage.

We all headed to the bedroom, and Shriya removed her pallu. It was still exciting every time she did: the beautiful swell of her milky breasts through the blouse was a sight to see. Both of us became hard seeing it. Shriya smiled, looking at our hard cocks and lay down face down on the bed. Sriram moved to the side of the bed to massage her. I took a seat at the other side of the bed.

For the first time, I watched another man touch my wife's delicious waist. It looked so inviting, with its folds and all. I watched as Sriram put his hands on her waist and Shriya shivered a little at the alien touch. She gave a slight moan as he put pressure with both his hands squeezing her waist.

"Oh you're so strong Sriram," she said as he continued to work her waist.

She starting moaning, "Aah that feels so good," as he squeezed her waist.

"Varun you should learn to do this, he is doing it so well."

Sriram's bulge got even bigger hearing her moans. He was standing quite close so that his erect cock was brushing her hand on the side of the bed. I badly wanted to stroke my cock seeing this. Will this end with Shriya impaled on his cock?

I was very close to cumming as I saw Sriram pressing the creamy waist flesh of my wife on the bed, and hearing her moan that it was good as he squeezed her. He was now moving up her back, pressing and squeezing along the way.

He reached the blouse and asked, "Shriya do you want me to do your back?"

Shriya looked at me for a moment and then bit her lip saying, "Yes Sriram, can you unhook it and continue please?"
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