Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

"You mean the second time." Rehana grinned. She was no fool -- she knew I had now deduced Ramu had my wife impaled on his dick when she made the call. But, that meant, I thought suddenly, while Ramu was fucking her, if she made the call, then he must have known I was hiding in the closet?

"No." Rehana clarified. "Remember, I spoke to you in my mother tongue. Ramu doesn't speak that."

Rehana then asked me to undress and come to bed. I complied meekly. Once I was in bed, Rehana grabbed my ears.

"Do you want to hear about how our affair started?" She asked.

"Yes, dear."

"Well, since you just wanked off, you will need time to recuperate. After all, you are not Ramu. So I'd better tell you how a milkman got to fuck his malkin, and perhaps that will get you going again, eh, hubby darling?"

"Yes, dear."

Rehana slapped me, hard.

SLAP!

"You are nothing but a cuckold!"

"Yes, dear."

SLAP!

"All you wanted was to see another man fuck your wife. You are not a real man."

"Yes, dear."

SLAP!

"And now, you want to know how your wife started to be the rakhail of an ordinary gardner."

"Yes, dear."

SLAP!

I was now breathing hard, as was my wife. With each slap my cock rose up just a little. When Rehana was satisfied I had been thoroughly punished for being a cuckold, she started her story.

"You remember, darling, the conversation we had the other day, about a month ago, when you admitted you wouldn't mind seeing me with another man in bed other then amit, my son Salman you wanted me to fuck some cheap labour class guy?"

"Yes, dear."

"That got me thinking. I mean, sex with you is, I admit, pleasurable. And you do manage to make me cum. But it's a lot of work on my behalf. Ever since amit, I missed having someone just, you know,take me. Use me. Fuck me. I missed having a REAL dick in my pussy."

"Yes, dear." So, next morning, since you seemed open to the idea, I started to think who could fuck me, who would I grant the privilege of making you a cuckold -- again! At first I thought of your friends, but they are all like you -- fat, geeky, shy. Not a real man. Then I thought of my young son Salman but that you have already seen . But I realized part of the thrill I was getting was that I needed to feel a new dick."

"Yes, dear."