Adultery Indian Wife and Her College Friend by yajiv132

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The two had not noticed me enter the house. As I watched, Sriram said something to Shriya and she nodded and raised her hands over her head. This made her boobs even more enticing. Sriram pulled Shriya close to him and hooked up the blouse. I was quite sure that her ass would have felt his huge cock. To his credit, he didn't try to prolong the moment or anything. He finished hooking, and Shriya thanked him and asked him to leave. Before he turned around, I went back to the garage and walked into house a little later. Shriya had finished dressing and was looking radiant in the saree when I came back in.


We went out for lunch and had a nice time chatting. When we came back, after Sriram had gone to his room, I dragged Shriya to the bedroom and started kissing her. She responded back and we ended up on the bed kissing nude. Shriya loves to have her neck kissed and sucked. As I was doing that I asked her why she had wanted me earlier in the day.

I felt her nipple stiffen under my hand as she replied, "To hook my blouse Varun! You were too busy so I asked Sriram to do it."

I pretended ignorance and outrage. "You mean he saw you without your blouse?"

She laughed and replied, "No you silly man. He didn't see anything. I was in blouse and petticoat. I just showed him my back and he hooked it up and left."

I remembered the scene itself, Shriya standing there with her luscious back and jutting ass, just begging to be taken.

"Wow you must have looked so sexy Shriya! I'm sure he would have been turned on, even if he couldn't help it! Any man would."

"Mmmm yes he was actually Varun".

"How would you know Shriya, didn't you just have your back to him the whole time?"

I nibbled on her neck as I said this.

"Mmm that feels so good darling. I didn't see anything baby. But I felt his thing on my butt."

I started caressing her wet pussy by now. "How did it feel baby?"

She grabbed my hand and started guiding my pressure on her wet pussy.

"It was so hard baby, like an - iron rod. And I could feel its thickness too."

"How did you react darling?"

"What could I do Varun? I just ignored it. Besides, I think he couldn't control it. He didn't try to push it or anything. He was quite decent."

Quite decent? My wife in her blouse and petticoat just got her ass felt up by a guy's cock. I wondered how quickly she was adapting to the sexy nature of things in our house, after that towel incident. She was all shaken up then, and had actually shivered until I had hugged her and soothed her. Now she is talking about his cock on her ass so casually!

I was torn inside between the rampant sexiness of it all, and the jealousy that was rising because this Sriram had seen my wife the way only I had seen until now. He obviously lusted after her, but it seemed she was okay with that. The confusion overpowered me and I felt the need for some violence. I grabbed Shriya by the hair and forced her into the doggie position on the bed. She moaned freely as I pounded her wet and sopping pussy hard. For the first time in many months, she orgasmed before me, letting out a violent moan as her body convulsed around my hard cock. It was too much for me, and I came as well, flooding her love tunnel with my man juice.

Afterwards, when we woke up, it was like we were waking up after our first night. Shriya's hair was dishevelled and her body had marks at the places where I had grabbed her creamy flesh. But she had this satisfied glow and beamed down upon me, her heavy breasts rising and falling with her breath.

She kissed me and whispered, "That was so good Varun. What got into you? I loved being roughly handled like that. Do you know what a woman really enjoys? Being dominated by the man she loves. That was so good Varun. Do that to me often you idiot."

With that, she climbed off the bed and headed towards the shower. I watched as her sexy hips swung as she walked to the bathroom. If she only knew that the image driving that violence was of Sriram fucking her brutally, his dark tanned muscular body in contrast with the fair fleshy curvy treasures of Shriya, she might not be so happy, or I wonder, would she.