Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

Rehana slipped out of her thong and lay down on the bed, completely naked, with her long legs spread wide open, giving Ramu a perfect view of her already wet pussy. Ramu untied the knot that held his lungi together and it dropped to floor. I gasped as I saw his tool -- he was hung like a horse. Next came off his shirt. He had a washboard stomach and a beautiful chest. In the words Rehana would later use to describe him, he was a hard working dark skinned stud.

A great pang of inadequacy hit me, as I realized this blue collar worker, who could be working for years to earn what I earned in a day, was soon going to (again!) fuck my wife. And I was powerless to stop it, hiding in the closet and wanking off to the sight of my wife getting a good old fashioned pounding by a stud.

Ramu pushed himself against Rehana. He moved his hips up and pressed the head of his giant cock at her opening. He pushed forward and Rehana pushed back. She was so wet that in one motion, Ramu slid the entire length of his cock into her pussy. He soon had a rhythm going, Rehana matching him thrust for thrust.

I realized that I was now, for the many times in my life, watching another man take my wife in our bedroom. With my full consent, my wife was now being penetrated by another well hung stud, a bull, while I massaged my dick in the closet.

A message from Rehana suddenly lit up my iPad, breaking my thoughts. I realized Rehana had sent a timed sms to me, pre-programming her phone to send me this message at a specific time. Ignoring the loud moans from the bed, I clicked to read her message.

So there it was, my wife was telling me in no uncertain terms what she thought of me, at the same time as our milkman was exploring her innermost depths. The words made me flush red with shame, as I realized her description was true -- she was getting a thorough fucking by our milkman and I was incapable of stopping her, and she was scorning me. I was a cuckold.

As he pumped her, Ramu was complimenting Rehana on her breasts, taking them in his hands and squeezing them up to lick each nipple in turn. He then told her, "Look at you, Rehana, moaning like a cheap prostitute, getting a fuck from me, your gardner. Doesn't your husband satisfy you like this?"

"Mmm...mmm ..." Rehana was in her own zone. "My husband has a small cock, Ramu. It's not even fit to be called a cock." Then I," Ramu declared with an evil smile as he drilled her, "am reaching parts of you that your husband has never been."

"Oh yes! Oh yes!"

I came in my pants, shooting into my hand, at the same time as Ramu ejaculated in her. Rehana was in heaven as Ramu pumped, and pumped, and pumped, his seed into her. As his balls slapped against her ass, he kept calling her all types of names -chinal bosdi randi and so on. Rehana, the wife of a senior executive of a global company, was lapping it all up, as she writhed around on the bed in ecstasy. Our milkman was insulting her with the vilest of insults, and she was content to be impaled on his monster tool.

Afterwards, as they remained on bed entangled in each other's arms, with his cum running down my wife's thighs, Ramu ran his fingers through her hair and asked her, "Rehana, what will happen if your husband finds out I have been fucking his wife for the last couple of weeks?"

"He won't." Rehana adamantly replied, knowing full well I was watching them from within ten feet away. "I have no intention of telling him."

"Yes, but what if I tell him?" Ramu had a sinister grin.

"No, you ... won't ... please tell me you won't." Rehana pleaded with him, while rubbing his phallus. "Please don't."

"Why not?" Ramu was enjoying my wife begging him, and giving him a gentle hand rub while doing so. "I have seen how he behaves with me -- as I don't exist! I want to hold him by the collar and tell him, I am man enough to fuck your wife in your house, over and over, for many days! Oh he will like that!"