Adultery Shy Indian Wife Opens Up by aurelius1982-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Now, money can make people happy. But very few people get sexually aroused by it. I watched surprised as Riaz seemed to have that precise reaction. He got up and hurriedly took off his shirt. He then unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down with his underwear and kicked them away, sporting a full erection. This really confused me. And actually angered me a little. I realized that I had been wrong in thinking he was a nice enough man to force himself on her. Even after their conversations, it seemed like he was now about to do exactly that. Fully naked he slowly started advancing towards the bedroom door.

I was about to run towards the main door and bang on it to stop it, when I noticed him look at his fist. The fist that held the money. He opened the fist into a palm and looked at it. I wondered it he was going to throw it away or something. Instead, he picked it up with his other hand, and then using both hands, it seemed like he tore it. He tore up the cash, I wondered, when suddenly, a tube light went off in my head.

From a distance of almost 40 feet, I had mistakenly become convinced that Bela had handed Riaz some currency notes. Now that i focused my eyes on it, what he was holding in his hand was not a torn currency note, but a torn condom packet. Riaz took the condom out and threw the wrapper on the floor. He then took the condom, the condom that my wife had handed to him, and unrolled it over his erect dick. Once he had the condom on completely, he shouted out something, walked to the bedroom door and knocked on it.

I watched, scarcely able to believe my eyes as the door opened, and only Bela's right hand came out. She ran her fingers over his naked chest, all the way down to his erect condom-clad dick. She wrapped her fingers around it, and pulled it, pulling Riaz into the bedroom with her. And that's when reality completely hit me. I had no idea what exactly had been said in those two conversations, or what my wife had done in the bedroom. What seemed clear to me, was that she had decided to let him fuck her after all. Frozen to the ground, I watched the bedroom door slam shut.

In a daze, as if on autopilot, I walked towards the bedroom wall to open the window and peek inside. But I did not need to open the window. It was wide open. as I walked closer, and whatever was happening in the window became visible and audible to me. My wife's boobs were hanging out again like before, pressed through the window bars. Her eyes were closed like before. Her hands were grabbing the bars like before. Everything was like before, when I spied her earlier in the bedroom window.

Well, not exactly like before. This time her body was moving back and forth. Her boobs were sliding in and out of the gap between the bars. Her shut eyes twitched in the same rhythm. And this time she was making the noise "AAHHHH....AAHHHH...AAHHHH" in the same rhythm too. In a few seconds, two dark skinned hands came out of the window to join her white ones. The palms grabbed hold of the boobs from outside the bars. and the tempo of the movement seemed to increase. I watched dumbfounded, advancing towards the window without any concern of being seen, as my wife cried out,

"YESSS....YESSS....FUCK ME HARDER RIAZZZ....FUCK ME HARDERRRRRRRRRR!"

She then opened her eyes, turned her head back to kiss him, and then when she turned her head straight to look out of the window, her eyes met mine. She looked at me without any expression on her face, and said,

"I said harder Riaz, harder!"

THE END