Vikas and his fantasy for his wife

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The door to the cottage was pushed as the guy went back. Nidhi had climbed the road and walked into the tea stall. This was the 1st time since morning everyone looked at her eyes. She realized she had forgotten her glares inside the cottage. She avoided looking at ranjeet but it was a conscious effort and she could not resist but see what his eyes had to say. Ranjeet was looking at her quietly appreciating her beauty. Her eyes were looking sexy with the eyeliners highlighting them. She dodged her gaze from ranjeet quickly and said I forgot my glares, will be back in a moment. She trotted back towards the cottage feeling a bit awkward knowing she would be again have to see the local who was so strong and who was actually trying to take advantage of the situation a few minutes ago. But she also thought he resembled the masked man in her dreams, strong muscular body and the perfect tanned body. 

The guy had turned back and threw his towel the moment he had closed the door behind Nidhi. Holding his thick cock in his hand he had started stroking it. He had touched a soft skin of a sexy lady just after his shower and her trembling lips were just inches from his hard on. He started fantasizing about her as he continued to stoke his cock. 
Nidhi Stood at the door about to knock when she heard a moan of a male voice, she thought someone was hurt. Was there some domestic accident with the guy, She was about to open the door when she heard a larger moan or maybe it was more of a groan. The guy was fucking his hand as he imagined Nidhi was sucking his cock. Nidhi peeped in the house from the ajar door and it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the darkness inside. She saw the guy lying on the bed in the corner furiously fucking his hand. She saw his huge cock being played with and it was monstrous. She wanted to run away but she could not take her eyes from the sexy display of the man fucking nidhi in his fantasy. It took only second for nidhi to realize what the guy must be fantasying and it made her uncomfortable imagining this guy was using her in his imagination. She was trying to imagine what this guy was doing in his imagination. Was he fucking her or making her suck his cock. She recalled how close her lips were from his cock a while ago separated by only a thin layer of towel.

 She watched the red head of his cock covered with precum. She was fixed to the rhythm of his stroke and her breathing tried to adjust to his strokes. She realized slight moisture in her pussy as she watched this thick red cock being used by the native’s hands as he lay moaning in sexual excitement. IT was 5 mins she was watching and turning on but there was no sign of the guys cock spurting. Nidhi wanted the moment to stop and she wanted to keep watching what she saw. She started imagining the guy in a mask and also started thinking of the dream she had previous night. 'Nidhiiiii' a distant cry made her come back to reality, she looked back to see Vikas from the door far away on the road calling her. She turned back to see the native was shocked to see the visitor, he was standing his cock fallen from the erection dripping with pre cum. He gave a sheepish smile, madam kya hua. He tried to hold his cock with his hand trying to cover his nudity. aa err mera goggle shayad yahin kahi.. She started looking for it. He said ohh shayad zameen par hi hoga where you fell down. His eyes were trying to search for his towel which he had thrown somewhere in the heat of passion. He ran inside to hide his nudity and fetch the goggle. He came back with the goggle with a small cloth wrapped around his crotch. 

Which had a wet spot by his precum. Nidhi looked at him from foot to head once and pulled her goggle and ran back out of the door. Vikas was standing on the road waiting for his wife as she jogged to the road, not daring to look back at the smiling native. She opened her goggle and put it on, this time to avoid eye contact with Vikas. Her hands felt something wet. It was a sticky wetness on her delicate fingers. She looked at it and it was too minute to see what color it was, her delicate clean and well manicured fingers tried to feel the liquid and spread it on her forefinger. She knew the native had accidentally passed his precum on the glares as he used the same hand to pick it which was holding the thick tool. She felt it dirty, but it was gone. It was so small that it had disappeared on her fingers. She was wondering if she needs to wash her hands. Kahan reh gayi thi, vikas asked. Nidhi was not sure what to answer. She was silent for a second when ranjeet came from behind vikas and said chalooo doston, we have to move on.