20-12-2018, 04:18 PM
Yashodhara staggered towards him, putting her hands on the other chairs for support. She was quite drunk, and having trouble keeping her balance. As she walked, I noticed her milky white calves under the hemline of her kameez. She was not wearing her salwar. From the number of wet stains on the back of her kameez, I guessed this was not the first time she had been fucked.
As she reached the "winner", he turned her around and pulled her back on to his lap. He lifted the back of her kameez as he did so, once again, giving half the room a look at her perfect ass. Yashodhara grunted audibly as the dick was shoved into her cunt. It was not too big or anything, but was thicker than average. He put both his hands on her boobs and pulled her closer to him. And from this angle, I could see that he was fucking her at a healthy pace, driving his cock up and down her cunt.
The game continued, as did the fucking of my wife. I was spellbound watching the expression on Yashodhara's face. She was clearly enjoying being treated like a trophy fucktoy for this bunch of what were essentially strangers. The guys also looked very happy, having found such a hot slut so willing to do their bidding. But I was confused.
Why had they kept the kameez on, thus not exposing Yashodhara's awesome tits? They had not even unhooked it to expose it. Plus, she still had the dupatta around her neck. It made Yashodhara seem like two different entities above and below the waist. If you only saw her above the waist, like I had when she sat on the other guy's lap, everything seemed normal. Her kameez was still crisp and clean, her dupatta daintily wrapped around her neck, the mangalsutra still nestling in her cleavage. Below the waist, a totally different picture. The kameez kept her privates covered while she sat. But it was clear that her legs were naked, and there was cum oozing down them.
I later learned that they had kept the kameez and dupatta on precisely so at first glance, everything would appear normal. Most of the guys at the table were married, and in case one of their wives walked in, the appearance of normalcy, at least for a few seconds, would give them enough time to clear out and avoid a scene.
So Yashodhara kept getting fucked by the young guy, who was too distracted to focus on his cards and folded really soon. I then saw him put one hand under Yashodhara's hemline. Soon, she was moaning in delight. Loud enough for everyone in the room to stare at her.
"What the fuck are you doing?" An old guy, in his 60s, to his right said.
"Fingering her clit." he triumphantly answered.
"Knock it off. Don't do anything so obviously noticeable."
The young man frowned and took his hand out from under the kameez and Yashodhara's moans stopped. He focused on just fucking her and from the expressions on his face, it became clear exactly when he came inside my wife's cunt.
That hand was won by the old guy who had just rebuke the young guy.
"My turn!" he said.
And before the young guy could hand her off to him, he reached and grabbed the dupatta around Yashodhara's neck and pulled her towards him. She was yanked off the young guy's lap and the force with which she was pulled made her lose her footing and fall on the floor on her hands and knees. The guys all laughed as Yashodhara found herself on all fours, with the back of her kameez bunched up around her waist, giving half the room a great prolonged view of her naked ass and her sopping wet pussy.
"Come on, get up!" the old man said, giving her dupatta another yank. Yashodhara got up with some effort, and sat on his lap, the kameez falling down again to hide her nakedness. There seemed to be some problem though, because she and the old man kept fidgeting for a minute or so before they settled down.
As he started fucking her, Yashodhara grabbed the table tightly with both her hands and grimaced. Others noticed this too and said,
"What's happening?"
The old man just smiled and started singing,
"Gaand mein danda rey, gaand mein danda rey"
Everyone paused a second before bursting out into laughter. The line he had been singing meant "a stick up the ass". It all made sense now, from why it had taken him so long to enter her to why she had such an expression on her face. She was clearly being fucked in the ass.
For the next hour, Yashodhara kept getting passed around the table and fucked. Only a couple of other guys tried her ass, and most of them fucked her in her sweet little cunt. The lower half of her kameez was now very sticky and smeared with all the cum that had been shot up her cunt.
It was about 2 am when a guy at the door said,
"Some wives are coming!"
At this time, Yashodhara was on the lap of a fat bald guy. Thinking quickly, he slid Yashodhara off his dick, and pushed her to the floor.
"Under the table. Don't say anything!" he whispered and quickly zipped up his pants. Yashodhara nodded, and slowly crawled under her table, once more giving everyone a look at her perfect ass as she did so.
There was a knock on the door. Two middle aged women walked in.
"What's going on here? What's the smell?" One of the women said crinkling her nose at the musty smell of cum.
"Just playing cards." her husband, the old man who was the first to fuck Yashodhara in the ass, said.
"Let's go home. It's too late."
"Alright." he said and got up.
"You too!" The second woman said to her husband, seated on the other edge of the table.
"Hmmm?" he said with a blank expression on his face.
"Let's go!"
"Yeah yeah...in a minute." he said, whispering with some effort.
"Now!"
"Yeah, just a.....moment. You go ahead. I will down in a minute."
Something in his voice made me curious so I slid along the wall till I was close to him. And I saw what was happening. My evil minx of a wife was on her hands and knees, sucking his dick hungrily under the table. I suppressed a chuckle, wondering if this would be the end of the game. If that woman came over to her husband and saw this, all hell would break loose.
Luckily for him and everyone else, she said,
"Okay, I'll be downstairs. Come down soon."
As she left with the other couple, everyone in the room waited with baited breath. Once the door was closed and the footsteps grew faint, a bunch of us started laughing really hard. Yashodhara was still sucking the dick like her life depended on it and finally, the man started cumming. He shot his entire load in her mouth and my wife, true to form, swallowed it in a single gulp. The man, relieved, got up and zipped up his pants.
As she reached the "winner", he turned her around and pulled her back on to his lap. He lifted the back of her kameez as he did so, once again, giving half the room a look at her perfect ass. Yashodhara grunted audibly as the dick was shoved into her cunt. It was not too big or anything, but was thicker than average. He put both his hands on her boobs and pulled her closer to him. And from this angle, I could see that he was fucking her at a healthy pace, driving his cock up and down her cunt.
The game continued, as did the fucking of my wife. I was spellbound watching the expression on Yashodhara's face. She was clearly enjoying being treated like a trophy fucktoy for this bunch of what were essentially strangers. The guys also looked very happy, having found such a hot slut so willing to do their bidding. But I was confused.
Why had they kept the kameez on, thus not exposing Yashodhara's awesome tits? They had not even unhooked it to expose it. Plus, she still had the dupatta around her neck. It made Yashodhara seem like two different entities above and below the waist. If you only saw her above the waist, like I had when she sat on the other guy's lap, everything seemed normal. Her kameez was still crisp and clean, her dupatta daintily wrapped around her neck, the mangalsutra still nestling in her cleavage. Below the waist, a totally different picture. The kameez kept her privates covered while she sat. But it was clear that her legs were naked, and there was cum oozing down them.
I later learned that they had kept the kameez and dupatta on precisely so at first glance, everything would appear normal. Most of the guys at the table were married, and in case one of their wives walked in, the appearance of normalcy, at least for a few seconds, would give them enough time to clear out and avoid a scene.
So Yashodhara kept getting fucked by the young guy, who was too distracted to focus on his cards and folded really soon. I then saw him put one hand under Yashodhara's hemline. Soon, she was moaning in delight. Loud enough for everyone in the room to stare at her.
"What the fuck are you doing?" An old guy, in his 60s, to his right said.
"Fingering her clit." he triumphantly answered.
"Knock it off. Don't do anything so obviously noticeable."
The young man frowned and took his hand out from under the kameez and Yashodhara's moans stopped. He focused on just fucking her and from the expressions on his face, it became clear exactly when he came inside my wife's cunt.
That hand was won by the old guy who had just rebuke the young guy.
"My turn!" he said.
And before the young guy could hand her off to him, he reached and grabbed the dupatta around Yashodhara's neck and pulled her towards him. She was yanked off the young guy's lap and the force with which she was pulled made her lose her footing and fall on the floor on her hands and knees. The guys all laughed as Yashodhara found herself on all fours, with the back of her kameez bunched up around her waist, giving half the room a great prolonged view of her naked ass and her sopping wet pussy.
"Come on, get up!" the old man said, giving her dupatta another yank. Yashodhara got up with some effort, and sat on his lap, the kameez falling down again to hide her nakedness. There seemed to be some problem though, because she and the old man kept fidgeting for a minute or so before they settled down.
As he started fucking her, Yashodhara grabbed the table tightly with both her hands and grimaced. Others noticed this too and said,
"What's happening?"
The old man just smiled and started singing,
"Gaand mein danda rey, gaand mein danda rey"
Everyone paused a second before bursting out into laughter. The line he had been singing meant "a stick up the ass". It all made sense now, from why it had taken him so long to enter her to why she had such an expression on her face. She was clearly being fucked in the ass.
For the next hour, Yashodhara kept getting passed around the table and fucked. Only a couple of other guys tried her ass, and most of them fucked her in her sweet little cunt. The lower half of her kameez was now very sticky and smeared with all the cum that had been shot up her cunt.
It was about 2 am when a guy at the door said,
"Some wives are coming!"
At this time, Yashodhara was on the lap of a fat bald guy. Thinking quickly, he slid Yashodhara off his dick, and pushed her to the floor.
"Under the table. Don't say anything!" he whispered and quickly zipped up his pants. Yashodhara nodded, and slowly crawled under her table, once more giving everyone a look at her perfect ass as she did so.
There was a knock on the door. Two middle aged women walked in.
"What's going on here? What's the smell?" One of the women said crinkling her nose at the musty smell of cum.
"Just playing cards." her husband, the old man who was the first to fuck Yashodhara in the ass, said.
"Let's go home. It's too late."
"Alright." he said and got up.
"You too!" The second woman said to her husband, seated on the other edge of the table.
"Hmmm?" he said with a blank expression on his face.
"Let's go!"
"Yeah yeah...in a minute." he said, whispering with some effort.
"Now!"
"Yeah, just a.....moment. You go ahead. I will down in a minute."
Something in his voice made me curious so I slid along the wall till I was close to him. And I saw what was happening. My evil minx of a wife was on her hands and knees, sucking his dick hungrily under the table. I suppressed a chuckle, wondering if this would be the end of the game. If that woman came over to her husband and saw this, all hell would break loose.
Luckily for him and everyone else, she said,
"Okay, I'll be downstairs. Come down soon."
As she left with the other couple, everyone in the room waited with baited breath. Once the door was closed and the footsteps grew faint, a bunch of us started laughing really hard. Yashodhara was still sucking the dick like her life depended on it and finally, the man started cumming. He shot his entire load in her mouth and my wife, true to form, swallowed it in a single gulp. The man, relieved, got up and zipped up his pants.
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